Here's chapter 12! Thanks to all of my faithful reviewers!
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"Are we there yet?" Pippin whined.
"No," answered Gandalf.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!" Gandalf patience was dwindling.
"Are we there yet?"
Gandalf turned to face Pippin. "Don't make me turn this Fellowship around!"
"Sorry."
Five seconds of silence.
"Are we there now?"
Gandalf whacked Pippin on the head with his staff, causing Pippin's hair to catch fire. Pippin immediately began running around in circles and screaming, "HELP! MY HAIR'S ON FIRE!"
Gandalf sighed.
Suddenly Rachel, who was wearing a chicken suit for some odd reason, flew into Gandalf.
"Ba-BAWK!!"
BOOM!!!!!
There was a small explosion, and Rachel, the chicken suit, and Gandalf were all engulfed in green flames.
"What was that?" Merry asked, staring at this scene with wide eyes.
"That," said Kena, grinning widely, "was a kamikaze chicken."
Merry merely stared, uncomprehending.
Meanwhile, Cassandra and Mark were glaring at each other in icy silence, each convinced that they were Aragorn's number one fan.
Frodo groaned. Lia was clinging to his left arm and Calenor to his right arm, making it very hard for him to walk, as the girls, being taller than him, nearly lifted him off of the ground.
Breon Briarwood, meanwhile, was attempting to douse the fire on Pippin's head, but without much success, since she was using a tiny squirtgun that only squirted a few drops at a time.
Seeing this, Sam moved forward, holding a Magic Bucket which shall now be known as Phil. "Let me do it," Sam said. Breon Briarwood stepped back, and Sam dumped the water on Pippin, putting out the fire.
"Where'd you get that bucket?" Breon Briarwood asked Sam.
"Well, back home, I'm known as Sam the Volunteer Fireman, because I have this magic bucket that never goes empty," he said, showing Breon Briarwood the bucket named Phil. It was full, as if it had never been emptied. Sam then tossed the bucket at Rachel, the chicken suit, and Gandalf, soaking them completely.
"YIPPEE! A BATH!" cheered Gandalf, grinning widely. He then cast off his grey robes. Underneath was a robe of many colors.
"See? I am no longer Gandalf the Grey. Now I am Gandalf of Many Colors!" he said. A random disco ball appeared, and Gandalf began dancing, '70's style. It was NOT a pretty sight.
"O...kay..." said several members of the Fellowship.
"AAAH! IT BURNS!" Frodo screamed, falling to the ground and having convulsions.
"Frodo? Are you okay?" Rachel asked, stepping out of her chicken suit and stuffing it into her pack.
"Scary...Gandalf...disco..." Frodo mumbled, rocking back and forth and sucking on his thumb.
Several hours later, Gandalf finally stopped doing the disco, but they could not continue on that day, as Frodo was still rocking back and forth and sucking on his thumb.
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"Are we there yet?" Pippin whined.
"No," answered Gandalf.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"No!" Gandalf patience was dwindling.
"Are we there yet?"
Gandalf turned to face Pippin. "Don't make me turn this Fellowship around!"
"Sorry."
Five seconds of silence.
"Are we there now?"
Gandalf whacked Pippin on the head with his staff, causing Pippin's hair to catch fire. Pippin immediately began running around in circles and screaming, "HELP! MY HAIR'S ON FIRE!"
Gandalf sighed.
Suddenly Rachel, who was wearing a chicken suit for some odd reason, flew into Gandalf.
"Ba-BAWK!!"
BOOM!!!!!
There was a small explosion, and Rachel, the chicken suit, and Gandalf were all engulfed in green flames.
"What was that?" Merry asked, staring at this scene with wide eyes.
"That," said Kena, grinning widely, "was a kamikaze chicken."
Merry merely stared, uncomprehending.
Meanwhile, Cassandra and Mark were glaring at each other in icy silence, each convinced that they were Aragorn's number one fan.
Frodo groaned. Lia was clinging to his left arm and Calenor to his right arm, making it very hard for him to walk, as the girls, being taller than him, nearly lifted him off of the ground.
Breon Briarwood, meanwhile, was attempting to douse the fire on Pippin's head, but without much success, since she was using a tiny squirtgun that only squirted a few drops at a time.
Seeing this, Sam moved forward, holding a Magic Bucket which shall now be known as Phil. "Let me do it," Sam said. Breon Briarwood stepped back, and Sam dumped the water on Pippin, putting out the fire.
"Where'd you get that bucket?" Breon Briarwood asked Sam.
"Well, back home, I'm known as Sam the Volunteer Fireman, because I have this magic bucket that never goes empty," he said, showing Breon Briarwood the bucket named Phil. It was full, as if it had never been emptied. Sam then tossed the bucket at Rachel, the chicken suit, and Gandalf, soaking them completely.
"YIPPEE! A BATH!" cheered Gandalf, grinning widely. He then cast off his grey robes. Underneath was a robe of many colors.
"See? I am no longer Gandalf the Grey. Now I am Gandalf of Many Colors!" he said. A random disco ball appeared, and Gandalf began dancing, '70's style. It was NOT a pretty sight.
"O...kay..." said several members of the Fellowship.
"AAAH! IT BURNS!" Frodo screamed, falling to the ground and having convulsions.
"Frodo? Are you okay?" Rachel asked, stepping out of her chicken suit and stuffing it into her pack.
"Scary...Gandalf...disco..." Frodo mumbled, rocking back and forth and sucking on his thumb.
Several hours later, Gandalf finally stopped doing the disco, but they could not continue on that day, as Frodo was still rocking back and forth and sucking on his thumb.
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