With a plan involving the Frank Hopkins' lasso that Glorfindel had jacked, a really unpleasant smelling potion compliments of Ioreth, and a whole bunch of silly string that Elizabeth just HAPPENED to have in her bodice, they managed to get Jack up in Quickbeam, and then there was nothing to do but play chess and listen to the fangirls nefarious schemes to get them out of the tree…erm, ent.

Five hours later: "We could light the tree on FIRE," said one fangirl to another (luckily for her, Quickbeam was dozing off and didn't hear her call him a tree).

"Yeah, and BARBECUE us?" retorted Imrahil.

"Oh…right…" the Fangirl trailed of.

"Checkmate," said Glorfindel to Elrohir, both of whom were almost bored to tears.

"I am going to WACK OUT if something interesting doesn't happen soon," complained Jack.

Just then something hit the window with a muffled THUMP.  Everyone simultaneously looked out the window. And there, sitting cross-legged in a floating red wagon, was a certain afro-toting someone.

"IT'S A UFO!" squeeked Frodo (or Frofro, as it were).

"I don't really think that Aaron McGruder is classified as a UFO," said Ioreth.

"He kinda reminds me of Aragorn," said Elladan.

Meanwhile, Mr. McGruder was trying to mouth something to the various people up in treebeard, which, obviously, wasn't working.

"WHAT?" Glorfindel mouthed.

Rolling his eyes, Mr. McGruder wrote LOOK IN THE TOP OF THE TREE, YOU IDIOTS in all caps on his sketchpad and zoomed away.

Looking in the top of the 'tree' Glorfindel quickly discovered a bat with 'playa hata' inscribed on it in black sharpie and a note which read 'happy birthday, you IMBECILES.'

"I wonder…" said Frodo, but his thoughts were cut short by the first ear-splitting strains of the guitar intro of 'Stacy's Mom.'

"NOOOOO!" screamed all people present (except for the fangirls, all of whom either had ear plugs or actually liked the song).

"STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON!  STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON!"

Frodo made a noise like a hippo being subjected to the cheesiest ride at Legoland.

"STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON!  STACY'S MOM HAS GOT IT GOIN' ON!"

The Mouth of Sauron was now frantically dialing Gandalf's number on his cell phone.

"STACY CAN I COME OVER AFTER SCHOO-OO-OO-OO-OOL…"

Same time, in the car of FEFGH: Gandalf cell phone gave a loud trill.

"Yeah?" Gandalf answered.  "Really?  Oh lord…they WOULDN'T…honestly?  Only one way to counter it…Psychedelic Rock…yes, my friend, it is the only way to counter bad pop.  Bye."

Back with Frodo, the fangirls, all of whom are now staring glumly up into the limbs of Quickbeam, who had been sprayed down with silly string, and thus, none of them could climb him, all the ignored characters, and the three people from PotC.

Everyone was twitching severely and was sprawled over various limbs of Quickbeam.

"DID YOUR MOM GET BACK FROM HER BUSINESS TRI-I-I-I-IP…"

"OK, EVERYONE," the mouth of Sauron yelled over the music "WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO SING AN EXTRA LOUD RENDITION OF UNCLE JOHN'S BAND IF WE PLAN TO COUNTER ACT THIS MUSIC.  ANYONE HAVE AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR?"

"I KNEW there was a reason for me bringing this," said Halbarad, producing an acoustic guitar from his pack, and beginning to play the intro of 'Uncle John's Band.'"

"My life is flashing before my eyes," moaned Frodo.

"SING, GLORFINDEL," yelled the Mouth of Sauron.

In his strong, clear Elf voice, Glorfindel began belting out; "WELL THE FIRST DAYS ARE THE HARDEST DAY'S, DON'T YOU WORRY ANY MORE.  CAU-HAUSE WHEN LIFE LOOKS LIKE EASY STREET, THERE IS DANGER AT YOUR DOOR…"

"…I'M ALL GROWN UP NOW, BABY CAN'T YOU SEE…"

"…WO, HO WHAT I WA-ANT TO KNO-OW, IS; ARE YOU KIND…"

"…STACY CAN'T YOU SEE?  YOU'RE JUST NOT THE GIRL FOR ME, I KNOW IT MIGHT BE…"

"…YOU KNOW ALL THE RULES NOW, AND THE FIRE FROM THE ICE.  WILL YOU COME WITH ME?  WON'T YOU COME WITH ME…"

Glorfindel was putting up a good fight, but it was clear that he was weakening.

"Help me, Imrahil," he rasped in a pause in the song.

Imrahil joined in; "GODDAMN, I DECLARE, HAVE YOU SEEN THE LIKE?  THEIR WALLS ARE BUILT OF CANNON BALLS, THEIR MOTTO IS; DON'T TREAD ON ME…CAME HERE UNCLE JOHN'S BAND, PLAYING TO THE TIDE…"

"…AND I KNOW YOU THINK IT'S JUST A FANTASY, BUT INCE YOUR DAD WALKED OUT…"

Then, in a shower of sparks, the awful music was cut off in a shower of sparks.

"DIE, YOU 'MUSICAL' MENACE!" shriek Ioreth, holding the baseball bat with 'playa hata' inscribed on it triumphantly over her head, and pounding the smoking wreckage of the CD player on which 'Stacy's Mom' had been played a second time for good measure.

Suddenly, another loud soundwave collided with Frodo and the ignored characters, and the characters from PotCs ears; "BRING ME TO LIFE (I've been living a lie, there's nothing else inside) BRING ME TO LIFE…"

"Oh nooooooooo," groaned Frodo

A/N: If you like Fountains of Wayne, or Evanescence, I'm sorry, it's just that I CANNOT stand them.  Also, I don't particularly like the Grateful Dead, but I'm kinda used to them, seeing as my dad was (and still is) a COMPLETE Deadhead.

To my lovely reviewers:

Galadriel-in-disguise: I was the one who thought of a way for you to get us off the roof.  HA!

mirielle: Glorfindel is so great!  WHY DID YOU LEAVE HIM OUT, PJ?!?!?!?!?!?!?  That is one of the numerous reasons that I DESPISE Arwen.

Larien: Ah yes, the name.  Have you noticed how most of the names that Mary Sues use for themselves in their stories seem as if they got them off of those COMPLETELY cheesy elvish name generators?

OnTheHuntForElijahWood: …and now I'VE taken to calling him Frofro!

DiamondTook3: poor you…STUPID, FAT, CRAPPED OUT MSN!

hyperactive forever: when you conceded that Pippin is mine, was it because that you were afraid that if you didn't, I would go COMPLETELY psycho, like Legolas fangirls do when someone else says something to the affect of 'Legolas is mine, not yours'?  Ever seen those message boards that mainly consist of people arguing about which of them is really the girlfriend of Legolas/Aragorn/Frodo/whoever?

Galadriel-in-disguise: No, I really don't.  Is it just me, or does that dance make the whole cast look like we're a bunch of squirrels who think we're cheerleaders on the rampage?  Now I have more chapters than you, so HA!

MischiefHobbit: I honestly think that no one in the world needs a LARGE supply of silly string more than Keira Knightley, Kate Bosworth etc.