Chapter 3, The Council of the Fashion Designer
Rivendell....
"As you all know I have summoned you to a secret council on very important
business" asked Elrond
"Bring forth the Trinket Frodo" Gandalf (who had gotten amnesia medicine form
the elves) said
"Trinket? Who cares about the dumb old Trinket? Go bring it to stupid old
Less Door and give it back for all I care! I'm here to ask you, all the
races, which style you like better." He pulled on a pair of jeans, "These are
called Jeans!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"And these are T-Shirts!" he continued "One day L-." "Gentleman and Gentlemen
these fashions will rock the world! Now if you could all line up I will size
you and give you a free consultation."
"Elrond do not take me for a conqueror of cheap tricks! (The fireworks cost a
pretty penny, but, besides that!) The Trinket must be destroyed!" Gandalf yell
ed
"Then what are we waiting for?" Gimme boomed, grabbing his axe and smashing
the Trinket into a million pieces (Moron screams in pain)
Stupid dwarf, you just wreaked the whole movie!!!!
Later when the Trinket had been put back together with Superglue, the Council
resumed:
"We must send the Trinket to LessDoor!" (The Council starts to fight)
"I'll be dead before I see the Trinket in the hands of an Elf!!" Gimme states
matter-of-factly.
"That can be arranged!!!!!" LegLess shouts. Wheels over to the
podium/table/why-do-I-even-bother-thing and slips on the Trinket. "Ha! Ha!
You can't see me!!! He wheels away and falls down the stairs. He dies and the
Trinket goes flying off his hand.
"This is just great!" Gandalf sighs, "Now we've lost Aragorn and LegLess!!"
"O.K someone find me a gut who knows the wilderness and a guy who can shoot
arrows. (A boy scout and the Junior Archery Championship Winner are brought
on to the set. "Good. Now where were we? Ah yes! Argue Time!!!!"
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Frodo sees the Trinket catch on fire and yells " I will send the
Trinket!!!!!!!!!!! Though I do not know the address."
"Don't worry my boy!" Gandalf mumbles, "I do!"
(Boromir is seen pulling his sword which he really isn't supposed to have, no
one cares, Boromir lunges with it and the Styrofoam snaps.)
He decides to join the Fellowship because everyone with everyone so busy with
that little Trinket, he could have more suicidal attempts. Everyone then sets
off (after addressing and sealing the envelope of course) to the only mailbox
InthemiddleEarth, which is located in the centre of Mount Zoom which is
really stupid because that is where they want to send the Trinket in the
first place! They stroll off into the sunset and are not seen for a very long
time!!
Rivendell....
"As you all know I have summoned you to a secret council on very important
business" asked Elrond
"Bring forth the Trinket Frodo" Gandalf (who had gotten amnesia medicine form
the elves) said
"Trinket? Who cares about the dumb old Trinket? Go bring it to stupid old
Less Door and give it back for all I care! I'm here to ask you, all the
races, which style you like better." He pulled on a pair of jeans, "These are
called Jeans!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"And these are T-Shirts!" he continued "One day L-." "Gentleman and Gentlemen
these fashions will rock the world! Now if you could all line up I will size
you and give you a free consultation."
"Elrond do not take me for a conqueror of cheap tricks! (The fireworks cost a
pretty penny, but, besides that!) The Trinket must be destroyed!" Gandalf yell
ed
"Then what are we waiting for?" Gimme boomed, grabbing his axe and smashing
the Trinket into a million pieces (Moron screams in pain)
Stupid dwarf, you just wreaked the whole movie!!!!
Later when the Trinket had been put back together with Superglue, the Council
resumed:
"We must send the Trinket to LessDoor!" (The Council starts to fight)
"I'll be dead before I see the Trinket in the hands of an Elf!!" Gimme states
matter-of-factly.
"That can be arranged!!!!!" LegLess shouts. Wheels over to the
podium/table/why-do-I-even-bother-thing and slips on the Trinket. "Ha! Ha!
You can't see me!!! He wheels away and falls down the stairs. He dies and the
Trinket goes flying off his hand.
"This is just great!" Gandalf sighs, "Now we've lost Aragorn and LegLess!!"
"O.K someone find me a gut who knows the wilderness and a guy who can shoot
arrows. (A boy scout and the Junior Archery Championship Winner are brought
on to the set. "Good. Now where were we? Ah yes! Argue Time!!!!"
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Argue!
Frodo sees the Trinket catch on fire and yells " I will send the
Trinket!!!!!!!!!!! Though I do not know the address."
"Don't worry my boy!" Gandalf mumbles, "I do!"
(Boromir is seen pulling his sword which he really isn't supposed to have, no
one cares, Boromir lunges with it and the Styrofoam snaps.)
He decides to join the Fellowship because everyone with everyone so busy with
that little Trinket, he could have more suicidal attempts. Everyone then sets
off (after addressing and sealing the envelope of course) to the only mailbox
InthemiddleEarth, which is located in the centre of Mount Zoom which is
really stupid because that is where they want to send the Trinket in the
first place! They stroll off into the sunset and are not seen for a very long
time!!