Hey, here's the 3rd chappie! PLZ yell if this is starting to overkill the rip-off. We all have different tolerance levels. So holler back, will ya?

Authoresses Note: (I am a chick, people!)

Bobby Bilbo

Matrix Gandalf

R1pp3r Frodo

Movies Elves

Lord Coefficient Saruman

Tolkien Aragon

Titanic Elrond

Sam D1ngd0ng

Merry and Pipin Fr3d and Ge0rG3

You guys get the picture, right?

Disclaimer:

The road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it begans.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with weary feet,

Until it joins something larger way,

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I can't say.

Lord of the Ring: the Fellowship of the Ring

JRR Tolkien

Just like I didn't write that poem, just like how I didn't write LOTR, just like that, get it through your heads that I don't own Lord of the Ring!

Meanwhile in AMISA…(AMISA is a math competition and here it's Isengaurd.)

"HOW DARE YOU, FOOL! All the answers are wrong! Now give us the information we want or I'll give you more math problems AND you'll have to redo those! NOW SPEAK!" commanded Lord Coefficient.

" Please! No more! We will speak! A stupid little net clan took it! His name was Promisance! His name was Promisance! He took the precious. The textbook! No more maths, please, we beg. No more maths," yelled the deformed creature.

"FIND HIM NOW!" ordered Lord Coefficient. " I must have it!"

With that the Nine Angles left in search of Promisance…

R1pp3r was sitting in his lounge and drinking his daily bottle of Cocola, (don't own it either) when Matrix arrived. Okay, I wouldn't say arrived exactly. More of a break down the door and rushed in.

"Quick! Pack a light backpack! You have to go to the Cinemas quickly. Start packing and I'll explain. Don't forget to pack the, the…" ordered Matrix.

"Textbook?"

"No, no. The sugar cookies. You know the ones with the chocolate sprinkles," said Matrix.

"What's the rush, Matrix? Why do I have to go? I'm on the 10th level of WarCraft 3!" (Don't own that either) asked Ripp3r as he packed the sugar cookies.

"We- I mean you- is in grave danger. They are coming. They are searching for Promisance! The Nine Angles are after you," said Matrix gravely.

"Who, what where?" asked the confused r1pp3r.

"The textbook you have contains the one Equation. The one the Dark Lord used and now wants back."

"Voldemort?'

"NO! Wrong book. Lord Variable of the dark Kingdom of Algebra."

"Oh, and who are the Nine Angles?"

"Elite mathematical problems that even the Movies can't understand and solve. You are in grave, grave danger."

"NO! This is very, very bad!" cried r1pp3r.

"Huh?" asked Matrix, with crumbs on his beard, "No, it's not. They aren't after me. And don't even think about giving the textbook to me!"

"What must I do then Matrix?" asked the now desperate r1pp3r

"You must go the Chatroom. There is a pub there called Mxit. Find the one there that has no life of his own. He will join you. His name is Tolien; he is a master of the sword. Ask him his birthright and he will tell you of Anglais. From there you will follow his command; just like a slave. But you won't be going alone; D1ngd0ng here will join you for eavesdropping," concluded Matrix as he opened the door. D1ngd0ng fell into the room.

And this is where the adventure begins. Or did begin when Bobby won the textbook or Matrix finished his third cookie?

Later that very night, r1pp3r left Promisance Lane with D1ngd0ng brings up the rear, literally. While traveling through the cabbage field they encounter Fr3d and Ge0rg3. They spent all their money at the Internet Café (don't own one or it; but wish I did…) and were stealing cabbages and carrots from the field. After a nasty encounter with guard dogs they quartet set off down the main road.

It was now that they had their first encounter with one of the Nine Angles. They heard hooves and hid. Scared of what was traveling this late and of the fear they were feeling. This almost drove r1pp3r into opening the textbook to find a way to solve these complex problems. He was stopped by D1ngd0ng. The other were dense but near death encounters can cause even the most dense to comprehend the situation. After sugar cookies and lots explaining, Fr3d and Ge0rg3 decided to come along as well. Thus set out the four, well, who wished they were, heroes.

The next night they arrived in Chatroom. It was a town not too far away. After passing the gateman who looked at them at if they could be mass murderers, they made their way to the pub. The pub was by the exit gate and was run down so such an extent that the group feared there wouldn't be any Internet connection. Inside, after ordering a side of Cocola and cyber cookies, (all the sugar were eaten.) they began to look around for the one who has no life.

That's all for to day! I've got to think of something funny for there meeting of "Tolkien"! Hehe. Someone yell if I'm pushing it now. I'm thinking of calling Arwen Rowling! )

Ya all gotta yell back now or I'm ain't gonna write.

SO REVIEW ALREADY!

The sweet little sugar-high angel,

(Shut it Cuz. He helped too.)

Her name: Sabriel.

( IDIOT! Excuse him. he's even crazier than me!)

till next time, aidu.

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