Marie's note: So, yeah, Rochelle is the one who originally came up with this idea, but I'm the one who wrote it out for her. Here's another chappie for ya. Hope you like it. Worked on it on a sugar high so it might be either extremely funny or extremely unintelligible. You decide.

"Who, that fellow over there? Sure, he's my second cousin's aunt's nephew's third roommate's girlfriend's brother's grandson's best friend's third grade teacher's sister's son's neighbor."

The poor people at the Stampeding Elephant's bar tried to make sense of the family tree Mitten had just planned out about Dodo Flaggins.

"Er, what would that make you then?" asked a rather scraggily man who had a large jug of whiskey in his hand.

Mitten looked at them all as if they were stupid and then started all over again, "Well, that would make him my second cousin's aunt's nephew's third roommate's…."

Spam sighed at his antics. As long as he didn't say Mr. Dodo's real name, it was fine.

"Excuse me?" Dodo asked hesitantly of the man sitting behind him.

"Yeah?" he responded with a dark and gloomy voice.

"Could you pass the salt?" the little bobbit requested.

"Sure." The dirty man handed the salt to the small creature while saying, "Here ya go, kid."

"Thanks." Dodo salted his stew and then handed it back, all the while a little uneasy about the man. He stopped Mr. Butterbiscuit to ask him about him.

"Excuse me, but that man behind me? Who is he?"

Mr. Butterbiscuit got a rather nervous look on his face and he whispered, "Oh, he's one of them mysterious woodsmen. What his right name is I don't know, but 'round here, he's known as Strydex."

Dodo fingered his mood ring contemplatively. "Strydex…"

Suddenly he heard Mitten's voice saying, "Yes, his name is Dodo Flaggins. He's my second cousin's aunt's nephew's third roommate's girlfriend's brother's grandson's best friend's third grade teacher's sister's son's neighbor."

Dodo abruptly got up in alarm, rushing over to Mitten. Unfortunately he tripped over another one of those unfortunate piles of thorny sticks (funny how those keep turning up, huh?). This sudden fall caused the mood ring to fly from his hand! Upon trying to catch it, the mood ring decided that now was a good time to find out what Dodo's mood was for the day, and I can tell you that it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Dodo suddenly entered a world filled with Teletubbies and horrible Barney videos! He screamed in terror and then he saw a vision that horrified him even more, and Barney videos are pretty horrifying already!

It was the great Nose of the Dark, very dark, Lord Baron! It was sniffing around and it said, "I smell you!"

Again, Dodo screeched in fright and tore the ring from his finger, causing him to scream again because tearing mood rings from fingers isn't exactly the wisest thing to do because a lot of the time parts of said finger go with it.

Dodo tried to start sucking on his poor finger when a hand reached out and grabbed him from underneath the bench Dodo had crawled.

"You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Baggins"

Dodo found that the hand was attached to a very strong arm which propelled him up some stairs to a room, where he was tossed in. He turned around and got up from the ground where he had been shoved and saw that the hand and the arm were not, in fact, just floating, severed appendages, but were connected to a rather broad chest and shoulders and neck and head and legs and, well, you get the picture.

"That is no trinket you carry!" the man exclaimed. It was the same deep and gloomy voice that had belonged to the man that had passed him the salt. He started putting out the candles, only to burn his fingers. He started to run around, screaming, and sucking on his scalded fingers.

Once he contained himself he said, "I can avoid being seen if I want to, but to disappear entirely…" He pulled off his hood gingerly, avoiding the tips of his burnt fingers, revealing a somewhat troubled face. "…That is a rare gift," he finished.

"What are you?" Dodo asked.

"Don't you mean 'who' am I?" the man, who Dodo now recognized as Strydex, asked, a little puzzled.

"No, I mean who are you, not who am I? I know who I am."

"But you said what am I? and I assumed that you meant who am I?" Strydex explained.

"I don't need to know who I am; I've already told you that! And I know what I am too, thank you very much!" Dodo was tiring of this man and his stupidity.

Strydex sighed and said, "Oh, never mind. Are you frightening?"

"I don't know, am I? I don't think I look frightening, although I might since stupid Sad threw away my spare contacts and these aren't nearly as blue as the other ones….not that I wear any…"

"No, I mean are you frightened?" asked Strydex.

"But you said…"

"Oh never mind. I know what it is that hunts you!" He listened at the door, thinking that he heard something.

Amazingly enough, he was right. Suddenly the door burst open and in rushed Spam, followed closely by Mitten and Sad who were armed with a chair.

Strydex, on impulse, reached for what he thought was his sword. He ended up with a plunger. "Uh, I can explain…"

"Let him go, or I'll have at you!" exclaimed Spam, fists up, ready to combat this mysterious woodsman who was armed with a plunger.

Strydex sheathed his plunger, wondering where his sword had gotten to, and said, "You have a stout heart, little bobbit, but that will not save you from…" He stopped when he heard mooing sounds coming from outside. "You must hide!"

The Barbie-sheeted, book-covered, flower-smelling creatures entered a room containing four beds. Since they are a bit trigger happy, or should I say, stab happy, they pulled out their swords and started stabbing away at the lumps in the beds. When they were done, they pulled back the covers, only to realize that they had been stabbing teddy bears and stuff animals for the last ten minutes.

The creatures broke into a chorus of moos, striking fear in the hearts of the bobbits, who had been moved to another inn across the street (I believe it was called the Prancing Pony…must've been Spam's idea…).

"Who are they?" asked Dodo, leaning against the bed.

"Don't you mean what are they?" asked Strydex.

Dodo sighed and said, "Now don't start that again!"

"Okay, okay!" This time Strydex sighed and said, "They are the Nasals, the Ringroses. They are neither living nor dead. They were once great presidents of men. Then Baron the deceiver gave them five mood rings of power. Blinded by their mood swing, they took them without question. One by one they fell into darkness. Now they are slaves to the dark, very dark Lord Baron. They will never stop smelling for you!"

Marie: So what do ya think? We can't know unless you review! Thx! And thx to you too, Rochelle!