Author's note: Here's the next chapter. We kind of skipped Bilbo's, or should I say, Nemo's, birthday party. We just skip right to where Frodo inherits the ring. This goes by the movie, not so much the books. Happy reading! Thanks for typing, Marie (my muse) cuz I'm too lazy to do so!

Marie's note: Hey, Rochelle came up with most of the storyline, but I'm the one who actually put it into words, so I deserve some credit! LOL! Just kidding. By the way, Rochelle says she gets credit for the name 'Melvin' instead of Gollum. She's still not quite sure how she did it.

Bingaling settles himself into a large comfortable chair that surprisingly fit him even though he's about five times the size of a bobbit. He pulled out his pipe, fitting some of the Young Moby tobacco in it to smoke, and started to blow smoke cubes toward the ceiling.

"Mooodie…" He contemplated the happenings of Nemo's eleventh birthday party. Deep in thought, he didn't notice the pitter, patter of large bobbit feet approaching and entering the burrow.

"Nemo! Nemo?" A young bobbit glanced down at the tiled floor, noticing a small circle of metal and plastic. "Ooh, Nemo's Mood ring! It's shiny!" He picked it up, happily wondering what his mood was for the evening when he realized something. "But, Nemo never leaves his Mood Ring behind."

Bingaling, still lost in his thoughts, and his pipeweed, didn't even notice him, until, much to his surprise, the young bobbit came up and quietly put a hand on his shoulder.

"CHILDREN OF THE CORN!" he yelled as he jumped about three feet in the air and tossing his pipe in the fire, his large head bumping the low ceiling of the burrow.

"He's gone, isn't he, Bingaling?" the little bobbit asked in a surprisingly calm manner, considering the fact that Bingaling had yet to recover from near heart failure.

Bingaling, upon composing himself, turned to the new master of Flag Top. "Ah, Dodo, I see you have Nemo's ring. He's gone, and he's left you Flag Top, along with all of his possessions." He tried to reach for the mood ring, but Dodo pulled away.

"No, I wanna see my mooodie!" He tried to put on the ring, but Bingaling stopped him.

"No, Dodo! Never put it on! Never!"

"Why, Bingaling?" whined Dodo, very frustrated that he still didn't know if he was in a good or bad mood that day.

"Because, this is the One Mood Ring of Power, forged by the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron. It cannot stay here and must be taken away from the Choir."

Dodo didn't like this idea. "But I can't leave the Choir! We have rehearsals tomorrow and I was gonna try out for the solo for the song 'In Nightmares'."

Bingaling looked at Dodo sternly, who timidly placed the mood ring into the envelope that Bingaling had brandished from underneath his long silvery white beard. Dodo knew that those eyebrows weren't kidding.

"Wait, why do I have to put it in an envelope?" the young bobbit asked, puzzled.

"Um, I don't know. Just looked like a good idea to me."

The two men looked at each other puzzled. They sat there for a second until they heard a noise coming from the pantry that sounded like someone scarfing down on Dodo and Nemo's secret stash of poppy seed cakes.

"Get down!" exclaimed Bingaling, automatically alarmed. Anyone who ate someone else's poppy seed cakes was not to be trusted.

The tall gizzard took his long stick thing and quickly opened the door, to have another, slightly larger around the middle, bobbit fall out.

"Cowboy scalps and squirrel tails! Spamdumb Smarty, what in corn's sake are you doing in Dodo's pantry?" Bingaling bellowed, picking up the small, and somewhat pudgy, creature by his suspenders.

"I was just…uh…organizing…?" Spam looked at him, his eyes wide greenish/grayish circles with black dots in them.

"A little early for spring cleaning, isn't it?"

This time Dodo, who had since gotten up from under the table where Bingaling had shoved him, spoke up, "But, Bingaling, its March!"

"Oh, uh, yes, well, what exactly did you hear, Spam?" he asked, flustered at his forgetting what month it was…again.

"Oh, just all the important stuff. I heard you saying something about a not very dark Lord named Sauron…or Garon…or the Red Baron…?"

Bingaling sighed. "Well, there may be some use for you yet."

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Marie's note: We have a couple inside jokes smuggled into this chappie. We don't expect you to understand about children of corn, cowboy scalps, or squirrel tails. Or the whole thing with Spam's eyes. Don't even ask, unless you're prepared for a rather…long explanation.