Authors Note: I am going crazy with this, I keep on updating, which of course isn't a good thing, but every time the formatting is messed up. It comes out completely different on FF.net and ahhhhhh….
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is certainly not mine, just like you can be sure the characters are not mine. The only thing that is mine is the characters mixing with the Lord of the Rings, and the muffin thing.
I will pick up the pace soon after this…both plot wise, and updating wise
I posted this a few days ago, but the format turns out slightly non-existent once it's posted. I'm trying one last time, I'm sorry—
Character clarification: Donna is going to be Frodo, Josh is going to be Sam. CJ, Toby, and Sam's true characters have yet to be revealed.
LEO: I suppose you thought that was terribly clever.
DEBORAH: Come on, Leo! Did you see their faces?
LEO: There are a good many magic muffins in the world Debbie, and none of them should be used lightly!
DEBORAH: Ah… it's a magic muffin, that might explain Mar--. Leo, it was just a bit of fun.. Though I suppose your right. Deborah gathers her purse and jacket. You will keep on eye on Donna, won't you?
LEO: Whatever for?
DEBORAH: I'm leaving everything for her, she'll be taking over for a bit while I'm gone.
LEO: And this muffin of yours, is that staying, too?
DEBORAH: Er… Well. Yeah… Fine. Begins to hand Leo the muffin in a pastry bag, then stops mid way. Wait, no. I can't. Yet, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?
LEO: Don't bring the muffin with you to Tahiti. Is that such a hard thing to ask?
DEBORAH: Well, no, and yes. Now it comes to it. I don't feel like parting with it. I found it! It came to me!
LEO: There's no need to get pissed.
DEBORAH: And what if I AM angry! It's your fault! It's mine. My own, my (wait for it) my precioussss…
LEO looks as if his worse fears are confirmed. Precious? It's been called that before, but not by you.
DEBORAH: What business is it of yours what I do with my own things.
LEO: harsh whisper, trying to avoid the attention of the other party-goers nearby. I think you've had that muffin for QUITE long enough.
DEBORAH: You want it for yourself!
A shadow draws around LEO, revealing a very strange, hidden power.
LEO: Do NOT take me for some old fool! I AM NOT TRYING TO ROB YOU. I'm trying to help you.
The shadow retreats, and Leo returns to normal. Deborah runs to him.
LEO: All these past few months, we have been friends. Trust me now as you once did. Let it go. Think happy thoughts. Let it all go.
DEBORAH: You're right. As always. Donna can take care of the muffin. It's late and the flight is in an hour. Yes, it is time.
Deborah begins to leave, but Leo stops her, shaking his head with a slight grin.
LEO: The muffin, Deborah?
DEBORAH: gives him the pastry bag. Ah, right. Off I go now. CIAO.
LEO smiles as she starts humming to herself.
LEO, alone now near the bathrooms reaches into the wax bag, he sees a huge bulgy eye and drops it immediately onto the counter. He stands silent for a while, deep in contemplation.
DONNA comes running into the back.
DONNA: DEBBIE!
She sees the muffin in the bag and picks it up.
DONNA: She's gone now, isn't she? She talked about vacation for so long, I never really believed she would do it. Leo?
LEO: sees that Donna has the muffin, Deborah's muffin. She's gone on a two week break, if you're up for it, you can take care of her house and cats… and whatever strange things she grows. If you want you can replace her for the President for a bit. The muffin is yours… but Donna. I'm trusting you not to go against Margaret's earlier discoveries about the muffin calories, and eat it. I have a feeling this won't be the kind of muffin you'll find enjoyable. Hide it from everyone else. Okay?
DONNA: slightly perplexed expression. Okay. Where are you going?
LEO heads for the door. There are things I need to see to. Questions, questions that need answering. Calls to be made, favors to be returned.
DONNA: I don't understand, what's the hurry?
LEO: Neither do I. Keep it secret. Keep it safe!
Dashes out. Donna returns to Josh, CJ and Sam, pretends as if nothing has happened.
