Gollum jumped into the campfire circle.
"DWAH!" he shouted.
"I think Gollum's been turned into a gay ninja hobbit, Mr. Frodo," said Sam.
"The question is," whispered Frodo, "Who is his mate?"
"You stupid fat hobbit!" spat Gollum. "We wants you to get out of our ways... yes, precious. That is why our spirit won't rest until you give us the SOCK!!!!!"
The leprechauns stared at one another, and there were dark mutterings throughout the crowd.
"The Sock is deceased," said Pippin, eyeing Gollum with pure loathing.
"But - but - " Gollum spat.
"GWAHR!!!" screamed Pippin, and lunged at Gollum, who disappeared.
"Ow!" exclaimed Pippin as he hit the ground with a thud.
"Let's get on with the game!" shouted a nearby leprechaun.
There were shouts of approval from the leprechauns.
"All right, all right, settle down," said Seamus.
One of the leprechauns continued to yell and squeal. Seamus stuck his middle finger at the leprechaun. That shut him up.
"Now," said Seamus, "The rules of the game. One, you must NOT leave the Old Forest. Two, you must never ask a leprechaun for help. Three, if you do not find Giggletoes within eight hours, we shall have to have you lads dipped in a huge bowl of tomato soup."
Merry scrunched his nose. "Tomato soup? But that's nasty!"
"Exactly," said Seamus, grinning slyly.
"NOOOOOOO!!!!" yelled Pippin wildly, "Not the tomato soup! No no no no no no no nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!"
Merry elbowed Pippin in the side. "Shut up," he muttered.
Pippin began to cry.
Merry rolled his eyes and patted Pippin on the back. Pippin ceased crying and grinned broadly.
"The game will begin soon," said Seamus. "You have five minutes."
Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin huddled together.
"Okay, so what do we all think about this Giggletoes?" asked Frodo quietly.
"Little git," muttered Sam.
"Slimy bastard," said Pippin, chewing on his lower lip.
"So what are we gonna do about it?" asked Merry.
"WE'RE GONNA FIND HIM!" yelled the other three.
"And when are we gonna do it?"
"SOON!"
"And how are we gonna do it?"
"Dunno."
Merry sighed. "Well, at least we've got some motive."
"All right, everyone in position!" shouted Seamus.
The hobbits turned around and waited.
"Three... two... one... BEGIN!"
"GAAAAH!!!" yelled Pippin, waving his arms wildly above his head while running into the forest.
"You look after him," said Frodo, "Sam and I will go this way." He pointed to his left.
Shrugging, Merry ran after Pippin.
"Come on, Sam," said Frodo, jogging to the left. "We've got some searching to do."
So Frodo and Sam, & Merry and Pippin, ran around for about ten minutes with absolutely no luck when Pippin managed to get himself caught in quicksand.
"Why is there quicksand in the Old Forest?" Merry wondered, scratching his head. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Someone help! Please!!!"
Pippin floated out of the quicksand.
"How did you do that?" asked Merry incredulously.
Pippin shrugged, and tried to play with Merry's hair.
"Get off!" said Merry, swiping away Pippin's arm. "We've got to find this Giggletoes character!"
"He he he!"
"What?" asked Merry.
"I didn't do it," said Pippin.
"Then who... Giggletoes!"
Merry and Pippin ran in the direction of the sound.
Meanwhile, Frodo and Sam were resting by a tree.
"Mr. Frodo," said Sam, "We need help."
Frodo muttered something. Sam could only make out the word "psychiatrist".
"Not that kind of help, Mr. Frodo," said Sam, shaking his head. "We need a wizard."
"If you're referring to Gandalf, he's standing right behind you."
"What?"
Sam slowly turned around.
"AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"