Fonzo was on his way home from the night club.
He got in through his small front door to find Gumpgolf sitting by his chair.
'BURGLAR!' Fonzo shrieked, hitting him with an eggplant.
As the wizard crumpled to the floor, Fonzo stood like a moron with the vegetable in his hand.
Later, when Gumpgolf regained conciousness, Fonzo explained that many years had passed and he was now fifty (something they don't explain in the film.)
'Sorry about whacking you, old chap,' Fonzo said. 'I was only thirty three back then. Just after the party, what what, By the way, now I think of it, what happened to old grizzly?'
'He went to open a casino in Rivendell,' Gumpgolf explained.
'Ah,' Fonzo said. 'He gave me a ring.'
'Purty,' Gumpgolf said.
Fonzo chucked it in the fire.
'Oh, purty writing,' he drooled. He took it out and Gumpgolf gasped.
'No! No! Tis an evil ring! An Evil Ring!'
'But...Bilbo gave it to me,' Fonzo said, appalled.
'No, behind you, imbecilic hoob!' Gumpgolf said.
It was a videotape. A small black videotape. On it was a sticker reading
'THIS MAY CAUSE INJURY AND FREAKY DEATHS WITHIN 7 DAYS OF WATCHING. IF YOU SUFFER FROM EPILEPSY, FEAR OF GIRLS COMING OUT TELEVISIONS OR SLIGHT CHANCE OF BEING ABLE TO DIE, CONSULT YOUR DOCTOR BEFORE WATCHING.'
'You must take it to Doorbore,' Gumpgolf decided.
'Why don't you?' Fonzo asked.
'Oh...yes, that's an idea...I mean...Ow, my leg. I can't do it, you do it for me, Fonzo m'lad.'
And that's how Fonzo got lumbered taking a videotape to Doorbore. But who would quest with him?
