Disclaimer: I own none of it. NOTHING! Happy now? (sob)

Note: The original song was one my friends made up in a moment of insanity and musical genius about world of warcraft. Sadly, the idiot lost it. So I had to pick another song. Sigh… oh well.

Chapter…um? I forget….

Last time:

They were shocked; no one knew he could play music! So seated, they waited with wide eyes for a display of skill from [r1pp3r.

He took his guitar in his hands and was lost in thought. Silence, and then in the distance they heard cursing and screams of frustration. Tolkien was still scrambling in the dark for the cookie. Everyone wondered why he just didn't take another…

[R1pp3r played a song that got smiles out of the band of merry gamers. It was…

This Time:

The guitar strings' echoed about the mountains. It would have been hauntingly scary if it weren't for the song…

"I hate you, you hate me!

Let's all go and kill Barney.

With a baseball bat and AK47.

No more stinking dinosaur!"

Oh yes, that was a favourite of the gamers. That show insulted their intelligence. And not to mention that damn dinosaur was just plain annoying! So after the amazing singing of [R1pp3rt the group retired to bed. They inflated their inflatable mattresses and went to sleep.

Tolkien finally found the cookie by sheer luck. It really didn't matter to him that it was way past the 5-second rule. He ate it anyway and went to bed too. All thoughts put away and all worries forgotten. He had a cookie after all.

The shadows around the camp moved and whispered. It was there. Yes it was. Their master wanted it and it was there. Their whispers broke the silence of the camp and echoed around the mountains. Finally, fed up with the noise[R1pp3r got up and yelled, "Would you just shut up! Come back in the morning at a reasonable time, damn it!" and promptly threw some cookies over the hill. The shadows, seeing the precious cookies sailing past them, left in chase. Everyone loved cookies.

The rest of the night was silent and so on slept the heroes. Dawn broke the night sky and still they slept. Breakfast time and went and still they slept. Finally, nearing lunchtime, they awoke. Bright eyed and well rested.

After getting up and getting ready and a huge breakfast, the group stopped to gather their bearings. It was the unspoken leader who spoke, "We need to get to Cinema," said Tolkien. The group nodded in agreement.

"Well, how are we going to get there?" asked D1ngD0ng.

"Simple. I thought of walking because of the new hike in oil prices caused petrol to be so much more expensive. And the fact that my car is in for a service," came his reply.

The group raised an eyebrow at his statement. One, he said they had to walk, two he owned a car, three he spoke finances to a gamer… He sighed at them and continued.

"I e-mailed a friend who is going to give us a left." Smiles greeted this statement.

"How though? You don't have a computer on you. We would know," came Fr3d's voice, full of curiosity.

Tolkien smiled and held out a palm top. "May I present the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Everything you need in one gadget on how to survive on the road. Cool hey?"

Their faces held expressions of amazement. While they waited, they ignored the sounds of warning, of danger approaching and of screams of terror as they discussed the features of the amazing device.

"Wow!" said [R1pp3r amazed, "That's so cool! I wish I had one of those! Where did you get it from?"

At this, Tolkien blushed, and muttered something under his breath. No one caught it. But before they could question it, a limo pulled up on the road. An elf got out and immediately latched herself onto the considerably short Tolkien.

"Tolky! I've missed you so much! Did you miss me?" she asked.

Sighing and chocking, Tolkien mutely nodded, his face turning an interesting shade of blue. When she finally let go of him but held his hand in a death grip, she turned to the group.

"Hi, I'm Rowling, princess of Cinema. Come on; get in the limo, we can chat of the way there. It's quite a long drive. "

So they all clamored in and the limo took off, leaving the Angles chasing after. Too bad their boss was old fashioned and made them ride horses. They could not catch up with the limo as it sped off.

The Tan Angle turned to the Sin Angle, saying, "I told him last time, it's your turn to report. Poor Sin merely gulped and nodded.

There you go!

SJ