YAY! IT'S SPRING BREAK!!!!!! Yeah, I know it's Thursday, but I've been busy
all week. Thank you to all reviewers, you seem to like this. Anyway, this
chapter is a bit longer than most of my chapters just because I was stuck
in our car with nothing to do for 5 hours as we drove to the park we were
camping at. I hate driving long distances. I get so bored in the car and
somehow I always end up fighting with my sister (this time it was over MY
CD player). Well, I'll shut up and type the story now.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognize.
Aragorn was mad. They had been in Wal-Mart for over four hours now and Gandalf still hadn't made his decision. Or had he?
Aragorn checked his watch. He had sent Pippin to tell Gandalf to hurry up half an hour ago. Where was the hobbit?
He sighed and went back to trying not to vomit as Arwen came out of the dressing room wearing something only and orc would find fashionable.
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Pippin wandered aimlessly through the aisles, Frodo and Sam not far behind.
"Why did we agree to follow him?" Sam asked regretfully, "He has no clue where he's going."
All of the sudden, Pippin stopped. "Hey look! Pickles!" He pointed at a bunch of pickles lying on the ground and promptly began eating them.
Frodo and Sam looked at each other, puzzled. Why hadn't the Wal-Mart employees cleaned the mess up? Frodo shrugged and went to join Pippin. Pickles just lying out in the open were just too much for him to resist.
Sam shook his head at the two, stuffing their faces with pickles, then announced he was going to be in the next couple of rows, trying to find anything that looked familiar.
"Is this the jar of pickles you broke?" Pippin asked once Sam was out of earshot.
Frodo nodded, his mouth too full of pickles to talk.
"Well, you did a good job. You got the whole pickles though. I'm more of a spear-type hobbit myself. You?"
Pippin looked up when Frodo didn't answer.
"Frodo, why aren't you answering me? And why are your hands at your throat? Is your throat itchy?"
Frodo shook his head and pointed to his throat, trying to make Pippin realize that he is choking on a pickle.
"Oh my gosh Frodo! You're turning blue! How do you do that? You're gonna have to teach me how to that sometime."
Frodo was indeed turning blue, and now feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen. How could Pippin be so stupid?
Suddenly, realization dawned on Pippin. "Frodo, are you CHOKING?!"
As if Frodo could answer; not that he didn't try. He nodded his head violently, but Pippin, instead of helping him, just sat there like a dead duck. (A/N: My sister thought of the dead duck thing.)
"Wow," he said quietly, "I've never seen anyone choke in real life before."
Just then, Sam came walking around the corner, Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir, Boromir, Legolas, Eowyn, Merry, and Gimli following. Sam caught sight of Frodo and ran quickly to his side.
"Pippin you idiot! Why aren't you helping him?" Sam asked furiously as he started doing the Heimlich maneuver on Frodo.
"I didn't know what to do," Pippin said, "Every time I see someone choke on T.V. Boromir comes in and changes the channel to Barney."
Everyone, including Frodo and Sam, turned and looked at Boromir, who blushed.
"I...uh...ummm..." Boromir tried to think of a good excuse, but failed.
"Riiiiiight..." said Aragorn, "Has anyone seen Gandalf? I need to talk to him."
"I think he is still in the CDs," Pippin suggested.
"Well let's go there then. It's getting pretty late and I want to get home before dark."
"Wait for Mr. Frodo and me!" cried Sam who had just dislodged the pickle from Frodo's throat. Frodo looked as if he never wanted to see a pickle again.
"Hurry up."
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Gandalf's mind was going crazy. Never before had he had such a difficult decision. He had discarded Polka Dots shortly after discovering Polka Madness Volume 2. Now he was torn in two. Part of him wanted Party Polka and the other part wanted Polka Madness Volume 2.
He had been thoroughly satisfied with Polka Madness Volume 1, but the name Party Polka just seemed to jump out at him.
Gandalf's love for polka had gone back a long way. He just couldn't seem to get enough of the music. He was the president and founder of Polka Lovers Anonymous (PLA) and even had a shirt made that said on the front: "I'm a polka person!" and on the back it said: "Let's party POLKA style!" For some strange reason he couldn't figure out, his roommates wouldn't let him wear that shirt in public.
"Probably because of the color," he thought, "What's wrong with a pink and purple tie-dye shirt though?"
The wizard was still thinking about polka shirts when Aragorn ant the rest came up to him.
"Gandalf, I'm sorry, but we have to go now. Make a choice fast," Aragorn.
Gandalf looked down at the CDs in his hands then back up to Aragorn. "Can't I just get them both?"
"No," the Ranger said firmly.
"Fine"
Gandalf again studied the CDs before choosing Polka Madness Volume 2. "Let's go."
As they walked towards the front of the store, Gandalf fished through his pockets trying to find the money.
"Uh oh," he said.
"What do you mean 'Uh oh'?" Legolas asked, his joy from the thought of finally leaving Wal-Mart fading.
"I forgot to cash my paycheck," Gandalf said faintly.
Legolas slapped himself in the face as the others groaned.
A/N: Polka Lovers Anonymous is something my friend Julia made up. Please review! Oh yeah, I might have got that maneuver thing wrong; I'm not quite sure what the name of it is, but it's the thing you do to someone who is choking.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything you recognize.
Aragorn was mad. They had been in Wal-Mart for over four hours now and Gandalf still hadn't made his decision. Or had he?
Aragorn checked his watch. He had sent Pippin to tell Gandalf to hurry up half an hour ago. Where was the hobbit?
He sighed and went back to trying not to vomit as Arwen came out of the dressing room wearing something only and orc would find fashionable.
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Pippin wandered aimlessly through the aisles, Frodo and Sam not far behind.
"Why did we agree to follow him?" Sam asked regretfully, "He has no clue where he's going."
All of the sudden, Pippin stopped. "Hey look! Pickles!" He pointed at a bunch of pickles lying on the ground and promptly began eating them.
Frodo and Sam looked at each other, puzzled. Why hadn't the Wal-Mart employees cleaned the mess up? Frodo shrugged and went to join Pippin. Pickles just lying out in the open were just too much for him to resist.
Sam shook his head at the two, stuffing their faces with pickles, then announced he was going to be in the next couple of rows, trying to find anything that looked familiar.
"Is this the jar of pickles you broke?" Pippin asked once Sam was out of earshot.
Frodo nodded, his mouth too full of pickles to talk.
"Well, you did a good job. You got the whole pickles though. I'm more of a spear-type hobbit myself. You?"
Pippin looked up when Frodo didn't answer.
"Frodo, why aren't you answering me? And why are your hands at your throat? Is your throat itchy?"
Frodo shook his head and pointed to his throat, trying to make Pippin realize that he is choking on a pickle.
"Oh my gosh Frodo! You're turning blue! How do you do that? You're gonna have to teach me how to that sometime."
Frodo was indeed turning blue, and now feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen. How could Pippin be so stupid?
Suddenly, realization dawned on Pippin. "Frodo, are you CHOKING?!"
As if Frodo could answer; not that he didn't try. He nodded his head violently, but Pippin, instead of helping him, just sat there like a dead duck. (A/N: My sister thought of the dead duck thing.)
"Wow," he said quietly, "I've never seen anyone choke in real life before."
Just then, Sam came walking around the corner, Aragorn, Arwen, Faramir, Boromir, Legolas, Eowyn, Merry, and Gimli following. Sam caught sight of Frodo and ran quickly to his side.
"Pippin you idiot! Why aren't you helping him?" Sam asked furiously as he started doing the Heimlich maneuver on Frodo.
"I didn't know what to do," Pippin said, "Every time I see someone choke on T.V. Boromir comes in and changes the channel to Barney."
Everyone, including Frodo and Sam, turned and looked at Boromir, who blushed.
"I...uh...ummm..." Boromir tried to think of a good excuse, but failed.
"Riiiiiight..." said Aragorn, "Has anyone seen Gandalf? I need to talk to him."
"I think he is still in the CDs," Pippin suggested.
"Well let's go there then. It's getting pretty late and I want to get home before dark."
"Wait for Mr. Frodo and me!" cried Sam who had just dislodged the pickle from Frodo's throat. Frodo looked as if he never wanted to see a pickle again.
"Hurry up."
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Gandalf's mind was going crazy. Never before had he had such a difficult decision. He had discarded Polka Dots shortly after discovering Polka Madness Volume 2. Now he was torn in two. Part of him wanted Party Polka and the other part wanted Polka Madness Volume 2.
He had been thoroughly satisfied with Polka Madness Volume 1, but the name Party Polka just seemed to jump out at him.
Gandalf's love for polka had gone back a long way. He just couldn't seem to get enough of the music. He was the president and founder of Polka Lovers Anonymous (PLA) and even had a shirt made that said on the front: "I'm a polka person!" and on the back it said: "Let's party POLKA style!" For some strange reason he couldn't figure out, his roommates wouldn't let him wear that shirt in public.
"Probably because of the color," he thought, "What's wrong with a pink and purple tie-dye shirt though?"
The wizard was still thinking about polka shirts when Aragorn ant the rest came up to him.
"Gandalf, I'm sorry, but we have to go now. Make a choice fast," Aragorn.
Gandalf looked down at the CDs in his hands then back up to Aragorn. "Can't I just get them both?"
"No," the Ranger said firmly.
"Fine"
Gandalf again studied the CDs before choosing Polka Madness Volume 2. "Let's go."
As they walked towards the front of the store, Gandalf fished through his pockets trying to find the money.
"Uh oh," he said.
"What do you mean 'Uh oh'?" Legolas asked, his joy from the thought of finally leaving Wal-Mart fading.
"I forgot to cash my paycheck," Gandalf said faintly.
Legolas slapped himself in the face as the others groaned.
A/N: Polka Lovers Anonymous is something my friend Julia made up. Please review! Oh yeah, I might have got that maneuver thing wrong; I'm not quite sure what the name of it is, but it's the thing you do to someone who is choking.