A/N- HIHI EVERYONE! OMG, I'm sooooo sorry for not updating. I can't believe I'm such a meanie! I guess I had a really bad case of writer's block. Not that you could really consider this writing. More like random thoughts turned grammatically correct. Umm, anyway, sorry about the long wait, even though there are only a few people who have actually read (AND REVIEWED!) my story up to this point. Plus, most (well, two or three) of my reviews are from people who hate my story. WHO DOESN'T HATE A HATER???
Here I go again.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. Yay – I didn't have to make any references to anything else! Go me!!!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY SHORT! IT MAY CAUSE DISSAPOINTMENT AND ANGER.
The flight home was extremely torturous. Pippin had been running his mouth for more than sixteen hours. To make matters worse, the batteries on Aragorn's walkman had died. In desperation, he reached blindly into his carry-on bag and pulled out... THE INFAMOUS EVIL WEDGE OF CHEESE! (audience gasps.)
"Oh noooo!" Aragorn yelped. "Whatever shall I do!?"
"Never fear!" said a particularly annoying voice. "Super Pippin is here!"
And Lo and behold, there was Pippin, in a supertight superhero costume.
"Oh my GAWD!" screamed Aragorn. "Get away from me you FREAKS!!!" He then jumped off the plane.
"Well then – Cheese – I guess it's just you and me." Said Pippin. He looked like some really demented superhero, only much, much shorter.
"Okay then... 'Super' Pippin," said the cold, sneering voice of the evil infamous wedge of cheese.
The two catfought it out, and in the end, the evil infamous wedge of cheese won, with Pippin lying in a crumpled heap on the cold bitter airplane floor.
"Hee hee hee! I'm off to wreak havoc!" said the evil infamous wedge of cheese, and without another word, he parachuted out of the plane.
"Some day, cheese..." struggled Super Pippin. "Some day..."
A/N – See? Told you it was really short! Hahahahaha! In your faces, people who expected more! Anyway, sorry, and I promise next chapter will be longer.