A/N: I'm back. After an exciting night of cleaning out My Documents, which involved several small disks and lots of yelling and swearing on my part, I've done it. Hooray. And, the Opera Group will get 2 chapters in a row for themselves, and then we'll all meet up later! Whatever, now, on to fine dining!!!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Fine Dining with the Disney World Crew

"So, what to do now?" Boromir asks.

"Er, go to eat?" Frodo asks, as his stomach grumbles.

"I guess." Orliey says.

"Ok, Denethor, to the nearest...er..."

"Ooh! I know!! Let's go to the nearest Mexican place!!"

"Great by me!" Denethor says, smiling and looking like he's got something up that robe's poofy sleeve...

At Mi Pollo Es Con Fuego...

"All right, Denny, part of 10, your table is ready!" says Miguel, the host.

"Finally! After 2 hours..."

"Who knew a place like this would have such a wait!" Boromir says.

"Well, you know..."

"Know what?"

"Nevermind."

The group walks in and to their table in the back, near an indoor fountain.

"Wow, sure is snazzy." Pippin says.

"Yeah..."

The group is sits down and starts to talk about their day.

"That was fun! Let's do it again!!" Denethor says.

"WHAT? Get chased by MAD, CRAZY goats?? How about a loud, resounding NO!" Mary yells.

"Oh, don't be a pah!"

"What did you just call me??"

"A PAH!"

"HEY!!" Mary yells, throwing salsa at Denethor.

"ARGH!!!"

"CUT IT OUT!!!" Frodo yells.

"WANNA MAKE ME, LITTLE MAN??" Mary screams at Frodo.

"HEY! Mary, what have I told you about picking fights with people 2 feet shorter than you??" Boromir yells.

"Awww, it's fun!!!"

"MARY!" Boromir screams, causing the table to shake. Mary mutters something about Boromir that makes Faramir snort his Iced Tea out of his nose and onto Frodo.

"ARGH!!"

"Sorry, Frodo..."

"It's all right..." Frodo says.

"I feel so alone!" Pippin yells.

"I love you!" Kay says.

"Aww!"

"Wonder what happens when I touch this candle to my clothes..." Denethor muses.

"Remeber last time?" Faramir shudders.

"Oh, yeah...that was fun!" Denethor reminesces.

"No it wasn't!!!" Faramir says.

"Of course it was!"

"May I take your order?" Asks Bud, the waiter.

"GIVE US A MOMENT!!" Denethor yells.

"Wow...rage!!"

"Oh, shut up!" Denethor mutters.

About 5 minutes later, everyone has decided what they want and Bud comes back to take their order.

"I'll have the carne asada." Denethor says.

"I'll have the chicken frijitas." Frodo says.

"Chicken en mole for me." Boromir orders. (No, it's not mole, it's said like mo-lay.)

"Chicken burrito, please." Orliey orders.

"Pork tostada, please." Tina says.

"Beef chimichanga, please." Breck orders. (Those things are GOOD!)

"Eh, I'll have a cheese enchilada, please." Mary orders.

"I'll have a ham torta." Faramir orders.

"Cheese quesadilla, please." Pippin orders.

"I'll have a beef taco." Kay says.

"Is that all?"

"A side of refried beans, please, extra large!" Frodo says.

"WHY??"

"All right, I'll be back momentarily." Bud says.

So everyone sits down to a nice dinner of Mexican food. Yumm!

"I'm full.." Frodo moans.

"Well, you stuffed your face with re-fried beans..." Mary says.

"Oh, YEAH? Like you didn't stuff your face with TORTILLA CHIPS???"

"I'm SICK of you, FRODO!!" Mary yells back.

"I'm SICK of YOU, MARY!!!" Boromir screams.

"WHO invited YOU into this PRIVATE YELLING MATCH???" Mary and Frodo yell at Boromir.

"So-RRY!"

"You're NOT FORGIVEN!!!" Frodo sceams.

"WHAT'S WITH ALL THE YELLING???" Denethor yells.

"Sorry, MAN!!!" Everyone yells.

"Well, RAAAAH!!"

So now that everyone's done yelling their hearts out at everyone else...

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Frodo moans.

"Well, you ate all those beans!!"

"Beans, beans, they're good for your heart!!" Mary, Faramir, and Pippin sing.

"Mary, do you have to be so immature?" Boromir asks.

"You know what, Boromir? You just don't get it!"

"Get what?"

"SEE!!"

"What?"

"Aha!"

"Can we just leave?" Denethor moans.

So everyone piles into the car and cruises off towards the hotel.

A/N: Yeah! That's about it. I know there's a lot of yelling, so I'll try to get it more un-yelling-y. Yeah. Drop me a line! Oh, Mi Pollo Es Con Fuego means My Chicken Is On Fire. I learned that. Yeah!