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The morning after Grandpa's party the four young hobbits woke up bright and early.

"TYSON! GET UP!" Max was screaming.

"TYSON! IT'S NOON ALREADY!" Ray yelled.

Tyson rolled out of his door, still in his pajamas. "What?" he asked groggily.

"We're going to The Prancing Pony!" Max said excitedly. "ROAD TRIP!"

"But- I thought Grandpa said Mordor!" Tyson said stupidly.

"Who ever listens to Grandpa?" asked Ray. "Gandalf says The Prancing Pony, so The Prancing Pony it is."

"Okay," Tyson agreed. "Let's go." He rolled out the circular front door quite shamelessly.

Max, Ray and Kai buried their faces in their hands exasperatedly.

Once out of the Shire, the four friends began to get a little… insane, let's just say.

"Chickens eat porridge," Tyson exclaimed.

"I am sooooo totally hyper," Max informed the world.

"Maybe we shouldn't have drank all that liquid sugar," Kai murmured.

"I love you Kai," Ray screamed, hugging a very disturbed antelope.

"I love everyone," Max announced.

"I love Gandalfio," Tyson yelled.

"My head feels like there's a marching band playing inside it," Ray told the others.

"Maybe there is. I would name it 'Quag'," Max said.

"What the hell?" asked Kai. "Why 'Quag'?"

"Because there's a snail on my cap. I would get it but it's too far away," Tyson said very quickly.

Max was now running in circles screaming "THE EVIL VOLE STOLE MY PRINTER CARTRIDGE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" at the top of his lungs.

Tyson excitedly ran behind a ledge. "I think I left something downstairs. I'll just take the stairs… or maybe I'll take the elevator… why take the elevator when I have a perfectly good canoe?"

"CANOE!" Ray screamed, running rather painfully into a well-placed telephone booth.

"SNAP OUT OF IT, YOU MORONS!" Kai screamed.

They all stopped in their tracks and turned slowly towards him.

"Let's go to the Prancing Pony," he suggested awkwardly.

So then they pranced Northwards.

"Why are we prancing?" asked a completely oblivious Max.

"Because we're going to the Prancing Pony, you idiot," Kai informed him as he pranced onwards.

As they pranced, Ray started to feel a little nervous. Suddenly there was darkness, and Ray was holding a flashlight under his chin. "Ever feel like you're being watched…?" he asked dramatically.

The lights turned back on in response, and they all turned to see Dark Riders hot on their trail.

"RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU N!" Tyson screamed.

Kai hit him over the head. "Way to give away out position."

Now there was no option but to run, so that is what they did. They ran for their lives. Then they ran some more. Finally they came to the Buckleberry Ferry.

"On to the Ferry! Quick!" Ray yelled.

The four hobbits jumped onto the ferry and untied the rope.

"Move, dammit, move!" Ray screamed at the ferry. It did not move.

"Paddle!" suggested Kai.

"Paddling is for squares," Tyson complained. "Let's blow."

So, being who they are, the others took Tyson's advice for some strange reason. Pretty soon they were almost 3 centimeters away from shore (That's like an inch, if you didn't know. Sorry, I speak Canadian) and blowing frantically on the water.

In a couple of days, they had made it across the lake and the riders were nowhere to be found.

"The prancing Pony's got to be somewhere around here," Kai said thoughtfully, walking into a sign that said "The Prancing Pony".

"It's right there, genius," Ray said, walking through the door.

The little pub was, in short, very scary. There were drunk men who were being served drink after drink, and a very scary brown-haired dude who was wearing a name tag that said "Hello. My name is Strider."

The four hobbits, not interested in getting drunk at 6:00 in the morning, marched up to Strider.

"Hello, Strider!" Max said cheerfully.

"Why do people keep calling me Strider!" the man wailed. "My name is Aragorn!"

"Got it, Strider," Ray said happily.

Aragorn rolled his eyes. "Gandalf told me you were idiots. You're supposed to meet him here, aren't you? But he couldn't make it, he had to subdue a raging buffalo."

The four hobbits nodded solemnly.

"So he tried to send this old dude named Sauromon, but he didn't want to miss the buffalo action so I had to fetch you. I'm taking you to the Council of Elrond to discuss what to do with that Ring."

"But Grandpa said to bring it to Mordor! Anyway, it's just a ring, what's so special about it, anyway?"

"It's a magical ring," Aragorn said in a mystic voice. "It used to belong to the dark lord Sauron, but then my idiot for a father chopped off his finger and took the ring to Mordor, where he was about to destroy it. But then he suddenly got all "The ring is mine… My precious…" and then he took the ring with him. Elrond should have pushed him into the volcano when he had the chance, but no. So then Gollum somehow got his hands on the ring, and then Grandpa stole it. Then it was passed down to you."

"Wow…" Max said in awe. "Look at that really tall guy over there!"

"Er…" Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "Anyway, we leave tomorrow."

"Why not today? It's 6:00 a.m.!"

"Fine, be that way," Aragorn shouted, stomping out of the bar.

"Alright!" Max yelled, running after him.

Hm. Max is very strange. Anyway, review! It will get funnier! Hopefully.