A/N- Its my turn to torture the elves. Yay ! Elladan: We will succeed where Legolas and Haldir failed. Elrohir: Just be sure to lock the door as soon as she leaves. Elladan: Do I look like an idiot ? Elrohir: I'm not going to answer that. SG: What are you two plotting now ? Elladan and Elrohir: Nothing.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. TICS doesn't own it. So together we don't own it. Put the lawsuits away.
The Dragon Lady Strikes Back
Sam (the tall) was staring at the money the twins had collected in the cigar box. Misha on the other hand was ready to blow a gasket. "What the hell do you two think you're doing," she screamed.
"Making some money," Elladan answered.
"Money good," Elrohir drooled.
"Is this how you behave back home. If it is I can see why the Valor sent you here," Misha went on but everyone had tuned her out.
Sam leaned in between the twins and whispered ",How much you got in there ?"
"There's twenty-five girls at five dollars a pop," Elrohir began calculating. "So, one hundred and twenty-five dollars. Not bad for only being out here for twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes. That's it ? I'm starting to get an idea now," Sam stated, running back inside the shop while Misha continued to rant and rave. Pippin was still being mauled by fan girls. Sam emerged several minutes later with a sign of her own and dragging Legolas behind her by the ear just as some more teenage girls pulled into the parking lot. Sam strapped Legolas to his own seat next to Pippin then hung her own sign that read: Pet an elf $400.
Misha stopped mid-sentence in her lecture to give Sam her patented are you nuts look. "Four hundred to touch an elf ? You'll never get that."
"But this isn't any elf. This is Legolas. He has millions of fan girls some of which I'm sure are quite rich."
"I still say that you won't get four hundred."
"Can I go back inside now," Legolas pleaded.
Sam arched her eyebrows at him ",No. Don't you worry that pretty blond head of yours, Lego. It'll all be over before you know it."
The gang of girls who had pulled into the parking lot were now standing in front of Sam. All four of them holding large wads of money. All in all Sam made twelve hundred dollars in five seconds. Sam and the twins had now found their new business.
Meanwhile back at the apartment Jessie had managed to get herself untied and continued on with her daily routine of surfing the 'net and watching TV while consuming inhuman quantities of sugar. So busy was she in her tasks that she didn't hear the fifty billion messages that were left on the answering machine.
When the weary group entered the apartment they were ready for a good nights sleep. Sometime during the day Sam had handed over control of Legolas to the twins in exchange for a nice percentage of the profits for herself and Misha. Sam (the tall) had also made the elves agree to pay Misha rent for use of the space in the petting zoo. The money reason alone was why Misha was not still yelling her head off at everyone. As soon as Jessie saw the hobbits she let out a screech.
"Don't touch me woman. I've had enough groping for one day," Pippin exclaimed while holding up his hand to ward off Jessie.
Jessie looked hurt but not defeated. She instead chose to stare at Frodo who couldn't help the big blue eyed stare he was giving her since that was the only look he knew. The twins had set about finding a way to get Haldir to sit still so they could make a profit off of him. Misha was making dinner. Sam was crashed out on the couch in front of the TV. A knock at the door drew everyone's attention though. Sam looked around the room and promptly announced ",I'm not answering it. I've had a rough day."
"Rough day ? You sat there and watched me get everything pushed, pulled, tugged, prodded, licked, and Eru knows what else," Legolas snapped. "I'm not getting the door either."
Everyone looked at the twins. With a collective sigh they went and answered the door. Standing on the doorstep looking cool and confident with a little bit of smugness thrown in for good measure was a guy in a suit. He eyed the twins for a good minute before deciding to speak.
"Is Samantha here. I have a date with her."
"Samantha," the twins sang ",your date is here."
"Date ? I don't have a date."
Sam walked over to the door and stared blankly at the guy holding the flowers out to her. He smiled and cleared his throat.
"You haven't checked your messages have you ? I'm Andy. Mayor McDonald's son. Your mother said that you would go with me to the fundraiser tonight. She said that she would call you to let you know what time I'd be here."
Sam was still stuck on the first part of his statement. "The M-M-Ma-May.."
"Ma-yor's sooonnnnn," Andy laughed.
"The same Mayor's son that was at the Mayor's party with the pool and everything ?"
"I believe so. Unless there's another Mayor in town I don't know about. You should really get dressed you know. We don't want to be late."
"Yeah, Samantha," the twins chimed in ",you don't want to be late."
A/N-Ooohhhhhh, cliffhanger of sorts. I wonder what will happen with Sam. Tongue in Cheek Scribe, its your turn.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. TICS doesn't own it. So together we don't own it. Put the lawsuits away.
The Dragon Lady Strikes Back
Sam (the tall) was staring at the money the twins had collected in the cigar box. Misha on the other hand was ready to blow a gasket. "What the hell do you two think you're doing," she screamed.
"Making some money," Elladan answered.
"Money good," Elrohir drooled.
"Is this how you behave back home. If it is I can see why the Valor sent you here," Misha went on but everyone had tuned her out.
Sam leaned in between the twins and whispered ",How much you got in there ?"
"There's twenty-five girls at five dollars a pop," Elrohir began calculating. "So, one hundred and twenty-five dollars. Not bad for only being out here for twenty minutes."
"Twenty minutes. That's it ? I'm starting to get an idea now," Sam stated, running back inside the shop while Misha continued to rant and rave. Pippin was still being mauled by fan girls. Sam emerged several minutes later with a sign of her own and dragging Legolas behind her by the ear just as some more teenage girls pulled into the parking lot. Sam strapped Legolas to his own seat next to Pippin then hung her own sign that read: Pet an elf $400.
Misha stopped mid-sentence in her lecture to give Sam her patented are you nuts look. "Four hundred to touch an elf ? You'll never get that."
"But this isn't any elf. This is Legolas. He has millions of fan girls some of which I'm sure are quite rich."
"I still say that you won't get four hundred."
"Can I go back inside now," Legolas pleaded.
Sam arched her eyebrows at him ",No. Don't you worry that pretty blond head of yours, Lego. It'll all be over before you know it."
The gang of girls who had pulled into the parking lot were now standing in front of Sam. All four of them holding large wads of money. All in all Sam made twelve hundred dollars in five seconds. Sam and the twins had now found their new business.
Meanwhile back at the apartment Jessie had managed to get herself untied and continued on with her daily routine of surfing the 'net and watching TV while consuming inhuman quantities of sugar. So busy was she in her tasks that she didn't hear the fifty billion messages that were left on the answering machine.
When the weary group entered the apartment they were ready for a good nights sleep. Sometime during the day Sam had handed over control of Legolas to the twins in exchange for a nice percentage of the profits for herself and Misha. Sam (the tall) had also made the elves agree to pay Misha rent for use of the space in the petting zoo. The money reason alone was why Misha was not still yelling her head off at everyone. As soon as Jessie saw the hobbits she let out a screech.
"Don't touch me woman. I've had enough groping for one day," Pippin exclaimed while holding up his hand to ward off Jessie.
Jessie looked hurt but not defeated. She instead chose to stare at Frodo who couldn't help the big blue eyed stare he was giving her since that was the only look he knew. The twins had set about finding a way to get Haldir to sit still so they could make a profit off of him. Misha was making dinner. Sam was crashed out on the couch in front of the TV. A knock at the door drew everyone's attention though. Sam looked around the room and promptly announced ",I'm not answering it. I've had a rough day."
"Rough day ? You sat there and watched me get everything pushed, pulled, tugged, prodded, licked, and Eru knows what else," Legolas snapped. "I'm not getting the door either."
Everyone looked at the twins. With a collective sigh they went and answered the door. Standing on the doorstep looking cool and confident with a little bit of smugness thrown in for good measure was a guy in a suit. He eyed the twins for a good minute before deciding to speak.
"Is Samantha here. I have a date with her."
"Samantha," the twins sang ",your date is here."
"Date ? I don't have a date."
Sam walked over to the door and stared blankly at the guy holding the flowers out to her. He smiled and cleared his throat.
"You haven't checked your messages have you ? I'm Andy. Mayor McDonald's son. Your mother said that you would go with me to the fundraiser tonight. She said that she would call you to let you know what time I'd be here."
Sam was still stuck on the first part of his statement. "The M-M-Ma-May.."
"Ma-yor's sooonnnnn," Andy laughed.
"The same Mayor's son that was at the Mayor's party with the pool and everything ?"
"I believe so. Unless there's another Mayor in town I don't know about. You should really get dressed you know. We don't want to be late."
"Yeah, Samantha," the twins chimed in ",you don't want to be late."
A/N-Ooohhhhhh, cliffhanger of sorts. I wonder what will happen with Sam. Tongue in Cheek Scribe, its your turn.