Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't own Frodo or Sam, I don't own Care Bears and I don't own those stupid purses that say "Mrs. Timberlake" on them.
Note: Thanks to I'm From Tookland for recommending this idea! I actually went to Claire's in the past few days to find stuff to include in this chapter. And also to Blonde Archer: I like your idea! I'll try to use that in the next chapter. Thanks so much to everyone else who has been reviewing. Tip of the hat to Veerle especially. PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!
Frodo and Sam tossed their sauce smothered Styrofoam plates into the trash and again began to skip through the mall, sipping their sodas as they went. A store decorated primarily in pink grabbed their attention.
"Claire's?" Sam looked at Frodo questioningly.
"Never heard of it, but look! They have a whole bunch of Care Bear stuff!" Frodo flung his bags over his shoulder in a roguish way and waltzed into the store.
Their senses were immediately assaulted by the pop/techno music and the many different light sources. Frodo squinted as he made his way to the Care Bear merchandise. He picked up an orange one and squeezed it. It said, "I love you!" in a horrendous electronic voice. Frodo shuddered and replaced it on the shelf. He moved onto some makeup kits. Sam watched over Frodo's shoulder for a few seconds, then moved onto a display for body jewelry.
Sam stared at the display, ensnared by the shiny jewels and spiky decorations on the belly button rings. He lifted his shirt a tad, and stared at his belly button. He could do it... He WOULD do it! But first he had to pick out the perfect piece of belly jewelry.
Meanwhile, Frodo was still doting over the makeup display. He reached for a case full of body glitter and eye shadow, just to see a grubby little hand with chipped nail polish snatch it from his grasp. Frodo turned and was face to face with a ten-year-old girl.
"HEY! I was gonna buy that! It's the last one left!" Frodo put his hands on his hips.
"It's mine! You snooze you lose, shorty!" the little girl wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Frodo noticeably cringed. "Now, little girl, you're too young for adult makeup like that. Maybe you should give it to someone a little older than you..." Frodo slowly reached for the makeup case.
The little girl clutched the case to her chest and hissed at Frodo. Frodo let out a girlish shriek and jumped backwards.
The girl smirked at him and moseyed to the register to pay for the makeup.
Frodo growled and shuffled over to a rack of purses, all sporting phrases like "Mrs. Timberlake", or "Mrs. Kutcher", or "I love Brad!" Frodo started sorting through them frantically, looking for a purse that said, "Mrs. Gamgee". He found no such purse.
"Well I never!" Frodo threw down a "Mrs. Pitt" purse. Then he ripped a "Mrs. Timberlake" purse off the shelf and spat in it. Then put it back in place. He nodded in satisfaction.
Eventually, Frodo made his way over to Sam. "Well, my Sam, what are you up to?"
"Mr. Frodo, what do you think? The pink jewel, or the sandal?" Sam holds up the two belly rings.
"My Sam? When did you get your belly button pierced?"
"I haven't yet Mr. Frodo. But I will! I just need to pick a spike of metal to put there!"
"Well, in that case, Hobbits don't wear shoes, it would be a disgrace to wear one on your belly! I say the pink jewel! It's so shiny..." Frodo's eyes got all big and sparkly.
"Then it is decided!" Sam picked up the pink jeweled belly button ring and approached the register. "I'd like to have my belly button pierced, please!"
The woman behind the counter looked down on him, "Sir, we have to warn you that body piercing is not a specialty of ours. We mostly do ears."
Sam grinned at her, "Eh, it's all mostly the same! Hook me up!"
The woman shrugged, "Okay, Sir, whatever."
The woman took Sam's hand and led him to a seat. She whipped out some rubbing alcohol and a rather large needle. Sam's eyes got all wide. Frodo grabbed his hand. "It's okay, My Sam. It'll all be over soon! And then you'll have a sparkly hangin' from your belly!"
Sam steeled himself for the pain of the piercing and before he knew what happened, that woman had shoved a needle through his gut. Sam let out a scream that shattered a poor bystander's glasses. Soon enough, the belly button ring was in place and Sam was admiring himself in the mirror.
"Well Mr. Frodo, I'm quite glad I bought that belly shirt earlier! And it's pink! What a wonderful coincidence!
Frodo again clasped Sam's hand. "It is a wonderful coincidence! Let us go!"
Note: Thanks to I'm From Tookland for recommending this idea! I actually went to Claire's in the past few days to find stuff to include in this chapter. And also to Blonde Archer: I like your idea! I'll try to use that in the next chapter. Thanks so much to everyone else who has been reviewing. Tip of the hat to Veerle especially. PLEASE KEEP REVIEWING!
Frodo and Sam tossed their sauce smothered Styrofoam plates into the trash and again began to skip through the mall, sipping their sodas as they went. A store decorated primarily in pink grabbed their attention.
"Claire's?" Sam looked at Frodo questioningly.
"Never heard of it, but look! They have a whole bunch of Care Bear stuff!" Frodo flung his bags over his shoulder in a roguish way and waltzed into the store.
Their senses were immediately assaulted by the pop/techno music and the many different light sources. Frodo squinted as he made his way to the Care Bear merchandise. He picked up an orange one and squeezed it. It said, "I love you!" in a horrendous electronic voice. Frodo shuddered and replaced it on the shelf. He moved onto some makeup kits. Sam watched over Frodo's shoulder for a few seconds, then moved onto a display for body jewelry.
Sam stared at the display, ensnared by the shiny jewels and spiky decorations on the belly button rings. He lifted his shirt a tad, and stared at his belly button. He could do it... He WOULD do it! But first he had to pick out the perfect piece of belly jewelry.
Meanwhile, Frodo was still doting over the makeup display. He reached for a case full of body glitter and eye shadow, just to see a grubby little hand with chipped nail polish snatch it from his grasp. Frodo turned and was face to face with a ten-year-old girl.
"HEY! I was gonna buy that! It's the last one left!" Frodo put his hands on his hips.
"It's mine! You snooze you lose, shorty!" the little girl wiped her nose on her sleeve.
Frodo noticeably cringed. "Now, little girl, you're too young for adult makeup like that. Maybe you should give it to someone a little older than you..." Frodo slowly reached for the makeup case.
The little girl clutched the case to her chest and hissed at Frodo. Frodo let out a girlish shriek and jumped backwards.
The girl smirked at him and moseyed to the register to pay for the makeup.
Frodo growled and shuffled over to a rack of purses, all sporting phrases like "Mrs. Timberlake", or "Mrs. Kutcher", or "I love Brad!" Frodo started sorting through them frantically, looking for a purse that said, "Mrs. Gamgee". He found no such purse.
"Well I never!" Frodo threw down a "Mrs. Pitt" purse. Then he ripped a "Mrs. Timberlake" purse off the shelf and spat in it. Then put it back in place. He nodded in satisfaction.
Eventually, Frodo made his way over to Sam. "Well, my Sam, what are you up to?"
"Mr. Frodo, what do you think? The pink jewel, or the sandal?" Sam holds up the two belly rings.
"My Sam? When did you get your belly button pierced?"
"I haven't yet Mr. Frodo. But I will! I just need to pick a spike of metal to put there!"
"Well, in that case, Hobbits don't wear shoes, it would be a disgrace to wear one on your belly! I say the pink jewel! It's so shiny..." Frodo's eyes got all big and sparkly.
"Then it is decided!" Sam picked up the pink jeweled belly button ring and approached the register. "I'd like to have my belly button pierced, please!"
The woman behind the counter looked down on him, "Sir, we have to warn you that body piercing is not a specialty of ours. We mostly do ears."
Sam grinned at her, "Eh, it's all mostly the same! Hook me up!"
The woman shrugged, "Okay, Sir, whatever."
The woman took Sam's hand and led him to a seat. She whipped out some rubbing alcohol and a rather large needle. Sam's eyes got all wide. Frodo grabbed his hand. "It's okay, My Sam. It'll all be over soon! And then you'll have a sparkly hangin' from your belly!"
Sam steeled himself for the pain of the piercing and before he knew what happened, that woman had shoved a needle through his gut. Sam let out a scream that shattered a poor bystander's glasses. Soon enough, the belly button ring was in place and Sam was admiring himself in the mirror.
"Well Mr. Frodo, I'm quite glad I bought that belly shirt earlier! And it's pink! What a wonderful coincidence!
Frodo again clasped Sam's hand. "It is a wonderful coincidence! Let us go!"