One day, Bilbo the hobbit decided that it was time for a little bit of adventure so he drank an ale. Suddenly, there was a sound of a nuclear explosion. Bilbo was so sure that he crapped his pants and turned invisible that he leapt over the shrubbery which surrounded his nether regions and proclaimed with a heartfelt squeal that he loved sam. The surprised badger, which Bilbo had caught with a delirious dwarf's hat, then bit his toes, which swelled to ridiculous size. When the bleeding vicious aquatic chicken heard Bilbo's outcry he made sandwiches. Meanwhile, Farmer Maggot feeling refreshed from the smoking of smoldering goblin corpses which gave him superhobbit strength and a wonderful sense of his femininity, finally had time to move his new umbrella. Whereupon, Bilbo, setting out to locate a new spork for cleaning mithril,
discovered Merry and Pippin busy digging up the corpse of Santa Claus with a
hobbit sword. "Hey!" Bilbo shouted. "Where's Santa's new reindeer deep frier that he lent the
Mountain-troll of the french alps?"
"I think it was mauled by an absolutely enormous goblin's pet fish!"
Just then a raging band of flying monkeys descended from the heavens to view the championship polo game, which was becoming rather exciting because
Firefoot stepped in and rolled over the third goblin from
Eomer's mum's wardrobe...