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It was a merry night indeed. Bilbo's 111th birthday was proving spectacular and there was enough food so that even the whole Shire could not finish it all in one sitting.

It was also the perfect time for some mischief. thought Merry and Pippin deviously as they crept up to where Gandalf stored all his fireworks.

Laughing joyfully while grabbing another handful from his enormous pile, Gandalf didn't have any inkling to what the two mischievous hobbits were up to. As the wizard turned around and left, a blond, curly haired hobbit stepped out from behind the tent and signaled to his partner in crime that the coast was clear. Immediately, a brown, curly haired hobbit popped out from under another tent.

Operation Sparkly has commenced.

Looking down at the assortment of fireworks, Pippin was bedazzled. There were big ones, small ones, thin ones, and fat ones. There was also one shaped like a dragon…

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Meanwhile, Gandalf was entertaining the hobbit children with a firework that gives off fiery butterflies. He suddenly got a bad feeling that something was amiss… perhaps he was just being too paranoid.

Besides, what could possibly happen at Bilbo's 111th birthday to cause such a feeling?

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Coming to the decision to just randomly select one, Pippin plunged his hands into the heart of the pile… and came up with a thin one.

Just as Merry was about to tell Pippin to pick the big orange dragon, Gandalf finished with his bundle of fireworks and was going to his cart to pick some more.

"Quickly, Pip! Hide!" whispered Merry frantically as helped his companion down to the ground. They both quickly hid to the nearby tents hoping that Gandalf haven't seen them near him stockpile.

After what seemed like hours, Merry peered cautiously over the edge of the tent. Gandalf was still humming softly to himself as he slowly and meticulously picked his way around the pile.

Oh well… I guess we'll just have to make do with what we did take. thought Merry ruefully as he nudged Pippin and both tiptoed out of a certain wizard's hearing range. They ducked into one of many tents in the surrounding area and proceeded to set up the firework they had "borrowed".

While Merry held the thin explosive, Pippin lit the end of a stick and proceeded to light the firework.

"Done!" yelled Peregrin Took triumphantly as the wick started to hiss and sizzle.

Letting go of the firework, both hobbits waited in anticipation as the fire quickly traveled the length of the wick. Unfortunately, the object immediately fell down onto the ground when let go. Merry quickly set it upright again and let it go. The firework fell again. The confused hobbit frowned in puzzlement as he set it up again. Suddenly, Merry figured it out with seven seconds worth of wick left to spare.

"Your suppose to set it in the ground!" examined the hobbit as he pushed the firework to his friend.

"It is in the ground!" retorted Pippin as he pushed it back.

"Outside!"

"It was your idea!"

A whine sounded cutting their argument short. The air burst with little sparks showering everywhere from its origin. Unfortunately, for the two hobbits, their little "fun" had gone awry. Sparks started setting random things around the tent on fire, until it set the tent itself into a blaze.

Yelping from the little burn marks the two had sustained from being so close to the origin of the sparks, Merry and Pippin stumbled out of the tent coughing and gasping for air. After running a distance off they turned around and were dumbstruck.

The fire had quickly spread from a single tent to the whole group, making the surrounding area very bright with glowing orange-red light.

"MERIADOC BRANDYBUCK AND PEREGRIN TOOK!"

The yell was echoed all across the guests for the party as a mob quickly formed. With a silent consensus, both guilty parties ran for their lives as the crowd quickly pinpointed and started to pursue them.

Gandalf sighed as he watched the two young immature hobbits run away from the angry guests. He shook his head amusingly.

Bilbo was right. It is a night to remember.

AN: Thanks for being patient for this late update. Once again I apologize. Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. The next update will be sometime tomorrow or Friday. Thanks again for all the encouragement.

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