Wow, this story is getting more reviews than I thought it would. To think,
this all started when I was trying to get to sleep one night...
Anyway, thank you reviewers!!! Here are some things I would like to clarify:
You're right. I'm kind of glad Tolkien isn't around to read all of this. Who knows what he would think, me trapping his characters in a Wal-Mart store.
Hey, just wondering, did any of you see the Academy Awards the other night? Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King was nominated for 11 awards and it won them all! That was awesome!
Okie-dokie (that's a cool word!) here is chapter 3 of Trapped in Wal-Mart.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Lord of the Rings characters. I do however own the string cheese I am eating. Unfortunately it is not the kind with the jokes on it.
Now, as time went on, people slowly left the Wal-Mart store as the weather outside got worse and worse. Of course our friends the Fellowship and Co. are too stupid to realize this.
Meanwhile, Gandalf is in the Polka section and is down to two CDs, but he can't decide which one he wants.
"Party Polka or Polka Dots? Hmm... They both look so good..."
The wizard was deep in thought when suddenly something tapped his shoulder.
"Who dares disturb Gandalf the Grey-I mean White?!" He spun around, knocking some CDs off of the rack, to face a very scared Peregrin Took.
"W-well Aragorn t-told me to g-g-go and see if y-you were done p- picking out your CD yet," the hobbit stammered. "He said you take too much time."
"Hmph! A wizard never takes too much time! Nor does he take too little! He takes precisely what he means to! Now go and leave me be!"
As Pippin left, Gandalf turned to the CDs he had knocked off of the rack. "Hmm... What's this? Polka Madness Volume 2?" he looks at the other two CDs in his hand, "What to get, what to get...?"
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Frodo and Sam were parading around the food aisles. They were laden down with chips, crackers, ice cream, string cheese...everything they could carry.
"Hey Sam! Why don't we get some pickles? I haven't had a pickle in a long time."
"No Mr. Frodo, I don't like pickles. They upset my stomach they do. Now why don't we get some of those nice tasty jalapenos..."
"Oh come on Sam, one little jar won't hurt." Frodo went to pick up a rather large jar of pickles but ended up dropping it because of everything else he was carrying. The jar shattered into a million pieces, splashing pickle juice and pickles everywhere.
Sam and Frodo both looked down at the broken jar then back up at each other. There was only one thing to do at a time like this: Run.
The hobbits dashed through the aisles wildly. This wasn't the first time they had broken something in Wal-Mart and the punishment was to either pay for what they had wrecked (usually not the case since they were always broke) or do service hours there. Frodo hated service hours. Last time they had to clean the bathrooms. It still puzzled him why people would clog up the toilets. What was so exciting about that anyway? People doing service hours just had to unclog them.
Frodo and Sam kept running until they crashed into and equally terrified Pippin.
"What are you doing here?" they asked at the same time.
"Well, I was telling Gandalf that Aragorn said he needed to hurry up and the guy sort of freaked out. I don't think he likes me much," Pippin said.
"Sam and I broke a jar of pickles."
"Again?" cried Pippin.
"Now you leave me out of this Mr. Frodo. I told you not to get 'em but you didn't listen to your old Samwise, did you?"
Frodo looked shamefully at his feet.
"Frodo, you should really ask Boromir, Legolas, or even Gimli to get the pickles for you. Every time you try to get some you end up dropping them," Pippin counseled. "Why can't you buy the ones in the plastic container?"
"But Pippin, you know those taste like plastic..."
Sam and Pippin sighed. Suddenly, Sam looked up. "Hey, anyone know where we are?"
Frodo looked around. He had been running so fast he hadn't paid any attention to where he was going.
"Great," Sam moaned. "We're lost!"
"No we aren't," said Pippin brightly. "I know exactly where we are. Follow me!"
Frodo and Sam got up and, against all their instincts, followed Pippin.
A/N: PLEASE review. PLEASE. ; P
Anyway, thank you reviewers!!! Here are some things I would like to clarify:
You're right. I'm kind of glad Tolkien isn't around to read all of this. Who knows what he would think, me trapping his characters in a Wal-Mart store.
Hey, just wondering, did any of you see the Academy Awards the other night? Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King was nominated for 11 awards and it won them all! That was awesome!
Okie-dokie (that's a cool word!) here is chapter 3 of Trapped in Wal-Mart.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Lord of the Rings characters. I do however own the string cheese I am eating. Unfortunately it is not the kind with the jokes on it.
Now, as time went on, people slowly left the Wal-Mart store as the weather outside got worse and worse. Of course our friends the Fellowship and Co. are too stupid to realize this.
Meanwhile, Gandalf is in the Polka section and is down to two CDs, but he can't decide which one he wants.
"Party Polka or Polka Dots? Hmm... They both look so good..."
The wizard was deep in thought when suddenly something tapped his shoulder.
"Who dares disturb Gandalf the Grey-I mean White?!" He spun around, knocking some CDs off of the rack, to face a very scared Peregrin Took.
"W-well Aragorn t-told me to g-g-go and see if y-you were done p- picking out your CD yet," the hobbit stammered. "He said you take too much time."
"Hmph! A wizard never takes too much time! Nor does he take too little! He takes precisely what he means to! Now go and leave me be!"
As Pippin left, Gandalf turned to the CDs he had knocked off of the rack. "Hmm... What's this? Polka Madness Volume 2?" he looks at the other two CDs in his hand, "What to get, what to get...?"
{============================================================}
Frodo and Sam were parading around the food aisles. They were laden down with chips, crackers, ice cream, string cheese...everything they could carry.
"Hey Sam! Why don't we get some pickles? I haven't had a pickle in a long time."
"No Mr. Frodo, I don't like pickles. They upset my stomach they do. Now why don't we get some of those nice tasty jalapenos..."
"Oh come on Sam, one little jar won't hurt." Frodo went to pick up a rather large jar of pickles but ended up dropping it because of everything else he was carrying. The jar shattered into a million pieces, splashing pickle juice and pickles everywhere.
Sam and Frodo both looked down at the broken jar then back up at each other. There was only one thing to do at a time like this: Run.
The hobbits dashed through the aisles wildly. This wasn't the first time they had broken something in Wal-Mart and the punishment was to either pay for what they had wrecked (usually not the case since they were always broke) or do service hours there. Frodo hated service hours. Last time they had to clean the bathrooms. It still puzzled him why people would clog up the toilets. What was so exciting about that anyway? People doing service hours just had to unclog them.
Frodo and Sam kept running until they crashed into and equally terrified Pippin.
"What are you doing here?" they asked at the same time.
"Well, I was telling Gandalf that Aragorn said he needed to hurry up and the guy sort of freaked out. I don't think he likes me much," Pippin said.
"Sam and I broke a jar of pickles."
"Again?" cried Pippin.
"Now you leave me out of this Mr. Frodo. I told you not to get 'em but you didn't listen to your old Samwise, did you?"
Frodo looked shamefully at his feet.
"Frodo, you should really ask Boromir, Legolas, or even Gimli to get the pickles for you. Every time you try to get some you end up dropping them," Pippin counseled. "Why can't you buy the ones in the plastic container?"
"But Pippin, you know those taste like plastic..."
Sam and Pippin sighed. Suddenly, Sam looked up. "Hey, anyone know where we are?"
Frodo looked around. He had been running so fast he hadn't paid any attention to where he was going.
"Great," Sam moaned. "We're lost!"
"No we aren't," said Pippin brightly. "I know exactly where we are. Follow me!"
Frodo and Sam got up and, against all their instincts, followed Pippin.
A/N: PLEASE review. PLEASE. ; P