Yep, Part Eight Woopee!
Book Two: The Two Tabloiders
Chapter Eight
*Theme music plays*
*Title flashes on to the screen*
Ringo: *grabs popcorn* DA MOVIE IZ GONNA START JOO FOOLZ!
Squiesh: :3 Yay.
Vyt: Lyk omg wut’z happiningz?
Ringo: Iza flashback, man.
*Camera rotates around a digital mountain, zooms into the mountain so you see inside the mountain itself*
Kirby: OMG!
Ringo: omg how did u get heer?
Kirby: Ah duno.
Vyt: *shrugs and stuffs face with popcorn*
*Gandalf is facing of the Frazerog*
Goosh: OMG! FRAZE D:
*Frazerog falls into the chasm*
Shrimpy: D: D: Nuuu.
Ringo: *fast forwards the dvd* heerz da part we stopped @
*flash back ends*
“Gezwuttuh??”
Goosh woke with a start, looking around, he saw Frodo the emo hobbit and Sam, Frodo’s slave, brainwashed to serve him.
The morning mist was so thick you coulf cut it with a knife, in which Goosh did and had it for breakfast.
Goosh suddenly remebered his dream, a bunch of random NTWFers where watching a movie and they where talking in 1337 speak. Weird.
He woke up the two hobbits who where drooling over the rocks, it was probably just as well that he woke them up, for they could of started a tsunami.
The three of them munched on elven bread which left them strangely satisfied.
The trio wandered along the rock faces until thier legs where heavy with fatigue. They rested under an overhanging rock for the night.
Goosh however, did not sleep. He could feel a forboading presence in the air, he could smell a horrid stench of rotten fish and hot ratteling breath on his neck.
Thieves... thieves... filthy little thieves! Gollum...And with that, Goosh stood up, un sheathing his cutlass and waving it pointlessely over his head.
A dark spindely figure leaped onto Goosh’s head shrieking with fury.
Frodo and Sam awoke and when on the rampage, wrestling the hissing creature.
Goosh pinned the it down and pointed his cutlass at the it’s throat.
“Release... Gollum.” muttered Frodo.
Goosh looked at him in bewilderment.
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Thundering foot steps... end... gone... nooo... yeh... no...“Ringo!” A concerned voice echoed through my head “Ringo!”
Aroused, I opened an eye, and then another.
My wrists where bound together, a huge, brute of an orc was hauling me on his back.
“Isthissomekindasickjoke?” I groaned.
“Nope. This is for real.” Said Pippin.
Pippin? Gawshdarnit I have to be stuck with HIM?
Merry was being hauled along too, his head was lolled of to the side an he was kinda drooling everywhere.
Pippin was trying to eat the leafy thing on his cape but ended up spitting it onto the ground.
I then realized he wasn’t eating it.
He was sending a sign to the others, where ever they where.
To be continued
