Frodo trudged towards Mount Doom. As he trudged, Sam noticed that strange indentations appeared on it at regular intervals, suggesting that it was, in fact, a manufactured object. Sam's suspicions were confirmed when one piece fell off and landed right by them.
Further inspection revealed the 'rock' was box shaped, with six squat little knobs adorning it. Sam couldn't be sure, but it appeared to be made of plastic. Frodo noticed Sam's strange occupation. "What are you doing, Sam?" he queried querulously. Strangely enough, Frodo sounded like plastic, as well.
Sam gazed in horror at the shocking panorama. The whole world had suddenly transformed to plastic! A giant hand scooped them up and dropped them in their box...
The End
"No, not the end! Tell the world! Frodo cannot continue his quest from a cardboard box in a retail store! Gandalf, save us!
THE END
"Sam, look! If you stack the bricks together, you can make Rivendell!"
Sam: gasp! Horror
THE END
"You shall not reduce Sauron to plastic! The maker of the One Ring is far more powerful than mmph…
THE END, If I have to say it again, I'm blowing up the alternate universe.