"How'd it go Mr.Frodo?"

"..."

Frodo plopped down on the leopard-print sofa and turned on Ally McBeal.

"That bad, huh?"

Sam sat down next to him. "You know..There are other jobs out there besides working at Abercrombie and Fitch."He tried to grab his newspaper away from Frodo, who he knew would tear it to shreds any minute now.."BUT SAM," Frodo wept "Its my DREAM JOB!" Sam sighed. "Well, Pippin didn't get HIS dream job and he's fine."

Suddenly a giant chicken kicked down the door and limped to his room.

"You call THAT fine!" Frodo sobbed.

Sam didn't respond. He was too busy wondering where Pippin ended up working anyway. ...but then he remembered, he didn't really care. The sound of Frodo ripping up his newspaper in anguish brought him back to reality. "You know Mr.Frodo, you shouldn't rip up the newspaper like that, I just cleaned this floor!" he pouted. Frodo just stared with those humongous orbs he calls eyes. Sam involuntarily twitched as he shuffled off to find the dust buster.

Pippin ripped off the chicken suit and kicked it. He seethed for a bit, then started to calm down when he saw the neighbor staring at him from out her window.

"WHAT?"

"PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!"

"..."

"..."

"GWRAWR!" Pippin shouted in Scottish rage, and he slammed the window.

"Stupid neighbor..."he thought. "Mabey I didn't want to put on clothes. She ever think of that? I'm in my house, I'm allowed to run around in my undies whenever I want..."He sighed. "At least I used to..."

(FLASHBACK)

Pippin was screaming "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" at the top of his lungs as he zoomed around the room in his "undies".

Then it happened.

Frodo came home...and he wasn't alone.

NOOOOOOO! SAM WAS BACK FROM AFRICA!

Pippin screeched to a halt and stared wide-eyed in horror.

So did Sam.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING! PUT SOMETHING ON!" Sam bellowed, dropping his suitcases and running to the window. He pulled down the blinds. "SOMEONE COULD SEE YOU!"he hissed. Pippin raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"SO!"

"#(!)!JKDLX(XU L)(GREW)&(YQKJOAO(&UDJHIO)#YHSIOWHSUI&(WUSYYTXYGT&TXN&TE$&YUkI&#()HWSUY)HNSUGE&EHJFDTRAwrR#AS&UNUPicKleWISTY&GBNRDBGFTDSWEDFG&R#$&UH&YTDE$GR#Y(#GHED&YHSU(OSY(&YKITTie&(&TG&WE(&UW(JAUYW&!"

The rest of Sam's lengthy speech about why you should never parade around in your "undies" was white noise to Pippin.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Putting on his "I-love-Mandy Moore" Pjs, and grabbing a bag of Ruffles, he went back into the living room. Frodo was crying. Sam was vacuuming. Another normal in the Brandy-bag-took-gee house. The only thing that was missing was Merry.

"I hope Merry finds his way home soon..." Pippin said.

"eh..." Sam said.

Pippin flung crumbs all over where Sam had just vacuumed and stuck out his tongue.

Sam glared, and went over the spot again.

"Serves him right. I mean really! Who's dumb enough to ask Legolas for directions! HE'S BLOND!"

Pippin dropped more chips.

Sam twitched and vacuumed some more.

"Tee-hee, this is fun!" Pippin thought to himself. For the next ten minutes or so it was drop, vacuum, drop, vacuum , until Pippin was out of chips. He frowned. Then he remembers there was some grahm crackers in the pantry so he bustled off to get them.

Frodo had stopped crying for the moment...then he realized there was no more newspaper to shred so he started crying again.

Sam sighed. "Frodo..."

Frodo ignored him.

"Frodo.."

" (more crying) "

"FRODO!"

"Huh?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "Frodo, if you want a job there SO BADLY, mabey you should act less like a giggling school girl and more professional during your interview."

"Sam, I think your right!" Frodo said. He leapt off the couch.

"TOMORROW I WILL BE PROFESSIONAL!"