LOTR "Special" Edition by pottedplant
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Narrator 1: Back at Gondor-
Narrator 2: -Gandalf won’t shut up! Woo-hoo!
Gandalf: LISTEN TO ME!
Boromir: No.
Narrator 1: *does rimshot on drum set*
Gandalf: Fine…wait….NO! As queen-
Boromir: *twitches and starts to turn purple*
Gandalf: Uh…are you okay? Anyway, as queen-
Boromir: *twitches more frequently and briefly turns rainbow then turns purple again*
Gandalf: A-as Q-q-q-ue-en-
(BOOM!)
Narrator 2: At that moment Boromir spontaneously combusted.
Narrator 1: Chemically impossible biznitch!
Narrator 2: Well, biznitch, as you can see by this chart…*pulls out goldfish*
Narrator 1: *in state of shock*
Gandalf: AHHH!
Narrator 2: As the smoke lessened Boromir could be seen on the throne.
Boromir: Sorry, wasn’t listening, what were you saying?
Gandalf: But..you just…
Boromir: …What?
Gandalf: Oh nevermind. You are charged with the defense of this city! Where are Gondor’s
armies?
Boromir: Cuba.
Gandalf: What?!
Faramir: No not Cuba, that’s where we sent the ice cream trucks. Remember?
Gamling: Why?
Faramir: Duh! To make room for the tuna!
Narrator 2: Meanwhile, a Gondorian opens the door to the Ice Cream Truck Garage and gets
buried under a flood of tuna.
Boromir: Oh yeah. *turns to Gandalf, who’s still waiting for an answer* I dunno.
Gandalf: WHAT! YOU ARE UNDER SIEGE! HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW WHERE
YOUR ARMIES ARE!??
Boromir: Relax Pops, it’s only bloody Dress Rehearsal. Look out the bloomin’ window.
Faramir: I thought we sent those to Cuba.
Narrator 2: Narrator 1, it’s your line.
Narrator 1: *in shock*
Narrator 2: Narrator 1? CLEAR!!! *pulls out cattle prod and shocks Narrator 1 repeatedly*
Narrator 1: Gandalf mira y ver los orcos que estan en la tierra.
Narrator 2: I guess that’s better. Gandalf sees a bunch of orcs listening intently to the pink puffy
orc-
Pink Puffy Orc: -I have a name you know!
Narrator 2: (happily) I don’t care! The orc is wearing a director’s burret and sunglasses and is
yelling through a megaphone from his little chair.
P.P.Orc: Okay! Now we’ll rehearse Orc #382’s death scene… and ACTION!
Narrator 1: Un orco empieza caminar.
Narrator 2: Stop with all the Spanish!
Narrator 1: No.
Narrator 2: Ha! That was English!
Narrator 1: No.
Narrator 2: Denial. Anyway the orc is walking by.
P.P. Orc: Cue stabbination!
Narrator 2: An orc runs out and stabs Orc #382. He twitches and stops moving.
P.P. Orc: Good job! Let’s do that again, with more angst.
Orc #382: *still not moving*
P.P. Orc: Hey! Listen to me!
Orc #382: *quite obviously dead*
P.P. Orc: That’s it! YOU’RE FIRED BUDDY!
Orc #382: *still dead*
Gandalf: Uh, I think I’ll go help the Fellowship.
Narrator 2:Whilst this be a-happenin’ the fellowship be campin’ oot.
Narrator 1: Out.
Narrator 2: Where?
Narrator 1: Out.
Narrator 2: …I got nothin’
Denethor: Here Aragorn, I made you a baked potato.
Aragorn: Thanks.
Sam: NO!!! IT’S A BOMB!!!
Galadriel: *throws it away*
(BOOM!)
Denethor: Um, I guess I overcooked it.
Aragorn: Galadriel, why’d ya throw the bomb away? I thought you hated all of us.
Galadriel: Oh yeah. *pulls out baked potato* Here, I made you a baked potato.
Aragorn: Thanks!
Sam: NO!!! IT’S A BOMB!!! *throws it away, nothing happens*
Aragorn: Sam! Why do you have to be so paranoid? There was nothing wrong with that potato.
BOOM
Galadriel: Curses. *walks away*
Narrator 2: While that was happening Merry was in the corner.
Narrator 1: Corner of what?
Merry: *reading from grammar book* The puppy shared his toys with the other puppies.
Interesting, the verbs be singular despite the abundanced of plural nouns which beed through the
sentence.
Narrator 1: Everyone has returned to their normal business.
Pippin: Hey Frodo! What ‘cha doing?
Narrator 2: Frodo is hunched over a notebook writing as fast as a frightened nerd at a football
game.
Piippin: What a strange analogy…
Frodo: Sorry Pippin, did you say something?
Pippin: What are you doing?
Frodo: Oh this? *looks at notebook with insane glint in eye* I’m developing a mathematical
formula that will create a wormhole in the space time continueum which can transport us directly
to Mordor! Yes, soon, very soon, I will have power over all the laws of physics!
Mwahahahahahaha! *normal again* But I still need to balance a couple equations.
Pippin: Oh. Good luck with that. *walks away*
Merry: The puppy likes to swim. Why does all this sentences be abouts puppies? Oh wellz….
Narrator 1: Elsewhere, Sam is making soup.
Sam: Gimli could you fetch me some oregano?
Gimli: Sorry Sam, I don’t see any oregano around here.
Sam: That’s because you need to take that bag off of your head.
Gimli: Never!
Sam: Oh well. *stirs the soup*
Denethor: What is that?
Sam: Soup.
Denethor: THAT, is not soup.
Sam: YES, it is.
Merry: The puppy thoroughly dislikes lettuce…
Denethor: I think you misunderstand me. I’m talking about the stuff in the cooking pot.
Sam: IT’S SOUP!!!
Denethor: Whatever you say. If you’ll excuse me I’ll be calling the poison control center. Thanks
to you we’ll probably be needing them. *walks away*
Sam: Argh!
Aragorn: *to self* Wait a second, he tried to kill me again!
Narrator 2: Sam pulls out a knife.
X528: MIRGOT???
everyone: *ignors*
X528: PRECIOUS!?
Uncle:Wait…I know that voice. *pulls off X528 mask* Gollum! Bad Gollum! *slaps*
Gollum: tee-hee.
Legolas: Why are you laughing?
Gollum: tee-hee
Legolas: Why…are…you…LAUGHING?!
Gollum: tee-hee.
Legolas: STOP MOCKING ME PUNK!!
Narrator 2: And thus it was, that Legolas drop-kicked Gollum into the river.
Narrator 1: Don’t you think that’s a bit violent?
Narrator 2: He’s in a very emotional place right now. *nods head sadly*
Pippin: The elves are acting strange.
Narrator 1: A butterfly flies by.
Legolas: Oh hello little butterfly! Are you lost? Here! Have my lembas!
Narrator 2: Uh, anyway.
Denethor: *to self* Where the hell is my wallet? I don’t remember leaving it anywhere…
Sam: *creeps toward Denethor*
Aragorn: *sees Sam and nods a lot*
Legolas: Aragorn, are you feeling okay? *notices Sam, smacks Aragorn in the back of the head*
Sam, no.
Sam: But I have Aragorn’s permission.
No.
Sam: WHO SAID THAT!?
Faramir: me. I’m your conscience.
Sam:Why?
Faramir: I need the money. Anyway, don’t stab…
Denethor: Did I hear Faramir? *turns to see Sam with the raised weapon* ASSASSIN!!
Narrator 2: Denethor un-sheaths his wiffle bat and tries to hit Sam, misses, and knocks Aragorn
unconscious.
Denethor: Score! *looks at wiffle bat, it’s broken* Oh well…*throws it in river*
What will the Fellowship do without their leader? Will Sauron’s forces finish Dress Rehearsal on
time? Will the plot begin to move in a forward direction?
I don’t know.
Bye.