Author's Note: Yes, it's what you've all been waiting for (or dreading)- the newest installment of my Odd Tuck Everlasting Fic! How long has it been…? (Tries to count on fingers but gives up) Anyway, have no fear because the third installment is underway! Wait- 'have no fear'? Let me rephrase that- be very, very afraid.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction. Except for the two men in lab coats.     

The Hulk gave a mighty bellow. Winnie prepared for battle. Suddenly, they were interrupted by a high-pitched scream. Their eyes followed a terrified Snow White as she tore through the clearing, pausing only to let one of her woodland friends alight on her finger. After apologizing for the trouble she'd caused, she dashed away, clear out of the pages of this story. But not for the last time!

Winnie and the Hulk faced each other once again. "Let us continue, if you please," suggested the Hulk courteously.

"WINNIE SMASH!" came the blunt reply.

Finding her inner core, Winnie felt herself rise from the ground. Time seemed to slow as the two prepared for what promised to be a battle of epic proportions; a showdown with pages and pages of flowing, descriptive prose. Just then, the authors stopped for a bathroom break and a bag of crunchy M&M's. When they returned, the battle was over, with Winnie as the victor. Sniggering, she admired her prize in the sunlight.

"My precious," she murmured to herself.

Suddenly with a deafening screech, Curious George Bush leapt from the ground, gnawing off Winnie's left index finger. A yawning pit opened in the earth, and CGB fell screaming into the fires of Mordor.

Winnie didn't even notice the missing digit. She was still admiring the ring, which was clutched in her right hand. Just then, a squirrel came up and stole the ring. So much for that.

Just then, a tall man stepped out of the bushes. He looked very regal in his long white beard and flowing robes. He held his staff toward the heavens.

"The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!"

Two men in white lab coats appeared soon after. "Sir, it's time for your shots."

"Spies of Saruman! I should have known." The old man dashed off, the two men following wearily.

Winnie was gazing at the bloodied stump of her finger. "I never did like animals," eyeing the pit where Curious George Bush had met his end with distaste. "Or politics, for that matter."

"Want some antiseptic?" offered The Man In The Yellow Hat, producing a First Aid Kit.

"Yes, please," said Winnie. "And then lunch. I'm starving."

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Meanwhile, the Tucks were still celebrating when a white-haired man stumbled into the clearing, a crazed look in his eyes. It was Jesse who approached him.

"What ails you, good citizen?"

"All of middle earth is in great danger!" the man cried, flecks of spittle flying from his mouth. His eyes shifted suspiciously, his gaze roving about the clearing. "Be careful what you say! The Eye of Sauron is near!"

Jesse stepped back from the senile old man in horror and disgust. "Guards! Seize him!"

Just then two men in white emerged from the dense foliage. They grabbed their quarry, looking exhausted but relieved. The old man twisted in their grip, dragging his feet and trying to get away. "No, you don't understand!" he screamed. "The race of men must join the battle!"

Suddenly the man slumped as the needle entered his arm.

"Good work, Rob," one man in white remarked, as they started dragging the man's crumpled body all the way back to The Happy Valley Institution.