A/N: Next chappy! Yay! And this is the second update I've done in less than two days because I updated my other fic, which hadn't been updated for over a month…
Disclaimer: I use a quote from The Emperor's New Groove. I don't own that either.
Chapter 15: A Butt Load of GangsFrodo and Sam stood on top of the locker room bench, looking at the carnage below. On the floor lay Don and his cronies, battered and bruised, groaning and moaning. And the moral of today's story is don't mess with a hobbit. They might look all cute and cuddly and stuff, but they can sure be vicious when they want to (didn't I already go over this?)—just like the killer rabbit in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I suppose it's a good thing Don doesn't have Brother Maynard around with that Holy Hand Grenade, eh?
So anyway, this kid who was all decked out in a druid costumed and was carrying a plastic staff (he was one of those weird live action role players, otherwise known as LARPs) walked in and saw the bodies strewn everywhere and the two hobbits standing over them. "Wow," he said in what had to be the nerdiest voice ever. "You guys have some skills there. Nice hobbit costumes, by the way. They look authentic."
Frodo looked down at his shirt and then back up at the weird kid. "Costumes? These are our clothes," he said. He was starting to get quite irritated that nobody seemed to think that he and Sam were actually hobbits. I mean, if hobbits existed in Middle-earth, would they not also exist elsewhere?
"Yes, as these are my real clothes," said the nerdy druid kid, rolling his eyes. "But seeing as you've somehow managed to knock out Don and his cohorts, I'm quite impressed. That's even better than what Napoleon can do with his bo staff. Would you two like to join my gang?"
Yes, that right, the so-called "butt load of gangs" Napoleon was boasting about was really just this weird kid with a druid fetish. I think Napoleon flatters himself too much. I mean, he did think that horrendous piece of crap that was his drawing of Trisha was one of the best things he's ever done. Ugh. Seriously.
Yeah…so, um, where was I? Oh yeah:
Frodo gave the druid kid an odd look. "I'm not sure I know what a gang is, but neither do I think I should want to join one."
Yes, but if you'd have stayed in Middle-earth, you would have been a part of the Fellowship of the Ring, which is a Middle-earth version of a gang, I suppose. What? Seriously, they go around killing orcs and stuff. Isn't that kind of what real gangs do?
Okay, you're right. They're both very different and not alike at all in any way whatsoever. I apologize for trying to make a connection between them.
The druid kid tried not to look disappointed. He was in desperate need of some friends. "Alright," he sighed. "I suppose you don't have to join if you don't want."
Sam turned to Frodo. "Look at him, Mr. Frodo. He looks so sad. Why can't we join to make him happy?"
Frodo glared at his friend. "Are you mad?"
That's exactly what I was thinking. I bet if Sauron had approached dear Samwise, asking for the Ring, using puppy dog eyes on him, he'd have not hesitated in giving it over to him. And as we all know, that would have been really really bad.
Really.
"Why not, Mr. Frodo?" Sam begged.
"Because we don't want to be hanging around strange people."
Like you haven't been doing that already? Right. At least Kip and Uncle Rico will be glad to know they're not what Frodo would call "strange people."
Frodo then turned to face the druid kid again. "We've made our decision," he began, giving Sam a warning glance before he could protest, "we are not going to join your gang. Now…begone! Or however I get rid of you."
"That'll work," replied the druid kid and he vanished in a puff of smoke.
TBC…
A/N: And now the moment you've all been waiting for…Reviewer Responses!
Earendil Eldar: Yes, of course he'd like her sleeves! They're…they're incredible.
Mizamour: Yay! You gave me a smilie! I like smilies. They just look so happy all the time.
Romen: I'm sorry my cookies were kinda out of season, but I'm glad you liked 'em anyway. Here's a fresh batch of them. :holds out:
iae: Okay, here's an ice cream sandwich. It might be a little melty, though, so be careful.
Mystical Full Moon Maiden: You mean like this? "Alright, I've had enough of you!" Galadriel shrieked, turning lovely shades of purple and green. She then pulled out a sharp and pointy object that was also really shiny. And so on…
The Hobbit Lass: Yes, nerd power is the strongest power anywhere. Nerds do, after all, rule the world.
KaliedescopeCat: Nope. They're not puffy. I'm sure Deb could make them puffy for her, though…
Reggie Tuesday: Yeah, that is weird. But then again, it's Napoleon and he's weird.
Master Akane: They're snicker doodles if you want them to be. And you'll have to wait and see what she does with the gifts. :evil laugh:
Joou Himeko Dah: Yes, Napoleon deserves Galadriel's wrath for making her so mad. If Aragorn finds out what he did…he's in for it.
Nolitari: Yep, elves have a strange thing for rubbing their temples. They especially like doing it simultaneously with each other.
Jaina Kenobi: Nope, not the first reviewer. Sadness. And the cookies can be shiny if they have lost of frosting on them, I guess.
Yay! That's all for now. So until next time: (insert clever parting comment here).
