BREE,'TIS A SILLY PLACE:
SAM: It's been days, and days, and I'm all wet.
MERRY: I concur.
The four hobbits approached the gate of Bree. Bree actually had two gates, but people normally just said THE gate. Frodo knocked uncomfortably. An ill- favored man poked his head through the little window.
GATEKEEPER: What! 'uor 'obbits! 'ot 'isness 'ings 'ou 'ou 'ee?
FRODO: Open Sesame.
Under the spell, the gatekeeper opened the door and let them pass. As an afterthought, Merry turned around and cried out
MERRY: Close sesame!
The gate promptly shut.
Sam: Ghastly weather.
Pippin: Bleak. Really bleak.
Frodo looked around for the inn.
FRODO: The Prancing Phony? Hmm. Ah well.
SAM: The proprietor is obviously one of the Big Folk.
PIPPIN: I didn't know you knew what the word 'proprietor" meant, Sam!
The hobbits entered the inn with anticipation.
SAM: Of course I do. A proprietor is one who paints signs for inns.
PIPPIN:......
FRODO: Sooo, we'll just wait around till the busy innkeeper notices us, shall we?
BUTTERBUR: If you're seeking accommodations we have some nice cozy rooms available, Mr. ?
FRODO: Baggins. All our names are Baggins.
Butterbur nodded his head and turned to help another customer briefly. The other hobbits looked at him in surprise.
MERRY: Were you supposed to tell him that?
FRODO: Of course. I didn't want to lie, and what better way to hide a Baggins than in a forest of Bagginess!
Sam applauded, but Merry and Pippin stared at them blankly. Butterbur returned to take their order.
BUTTERBUR: Say, aren't you the CEO of Ketchup Corp?
MERRY: Uhhh, no, he's a second cousin, twice removed on his mother's side.
FRODO: Anyways, we're friends to Mr. Gandalf Wizard, can you tell him we've arrived?
PIPPIN: Arrived--To reach the end of a journey. To come. To be succesful.
THe other hobbits rolled their eyes in exasperation.
BUTTERBUR: Gandalf? Gandalf? Ooooh, yes, I remember!
Frodo waited expectantly.
BUTTERBUR: Not seen him since he didn't pay his tab 6 months ago.
Butterbur turned to his other customers again.
SAM: What do we do now?
FRODO: Um. Get drunk?
SAM: It's been days, and days, and I'm all wet.
MERRY: I concur.
The four hobbits approached the gate of Bree. Bree actually had two gates, but people normally just said THE gate. Frodo knocked uncomfortably. An ill- favored man poked his head through the little window.
GATEKEEPER: What! 'uor 'obbits! 'ot 'isness 'ings 'ou 'ou 'ee?
FRODO: Open Sesame.
Under the spell, the gatekeeper opened the door and let them pass. As an afterthought, Merry turned around and cried out
MERRY: Close sesame!
The gate promptly shut.
Sam: Ghastly weather.
Pippin: Bleak. Really bleak.
Frodo looked around for the inn.
FRODO: The Prancing Phony? Hmm. Ah well.
SAM: The proprietor is obviously one of the Big Folk.
PIPPIN: I didn't know you knew what the word 'proprietor" meant, Sam!
The hobbits entered the inn with anticipation.
SAM: Of course I do. A proprietor is one who paints signs for inns.
PIPPIN:......
FRODO: Sooo, we'll just wait around till the busy innkeeper notices us, shall we?
BUTTERBUR: If you're seeking accommodations we have some nice cozy rooms available, Mr. ?
FRODO: Baggins. All our names are Baggins.
Butterbur nodded his head and turned to help another customer briefly. The other hobbits looked at him in surprise.
MERRY: Were you supposed to tell him that?
FRODO: Of course. I didn't want to lie, and what better way to hide a Baggins than in a forest of Bagginess!
Sam applauded, but Merry and Pippin stared at them blankly. Butterbur returned to take their order.
BUTTERBUR: Say, aren't you the CEO of Ketchup Corp?
MERRY: Uhhh, no, he's a second cousin, twice removed on his mother's side.
FRODO: Anyways, we're friends to Mr. Gandalf Wizard, can you tell him we've arrived?
PIPPIN: Arrived--To reach the end of a journey. To come. To be succesful.
THe other hobbits rolled their eyes in exasperation.
BUTTERBUR: Gandalf? Gandalf? Ooooh, yes, I remember!
Frodo waited expectantly.
BUTTERBUR: Not seen him since he didn't pay his tab 6 months ago.
Butterbur turned to his other customers again.
SAM: What do we do now?
FRODO: Um. Get drunk?