Author's Note: Much of this was written with absolutely no advance planning. I do hope to continue through all three movies though. :D I can't wait for The Two Towers. Merry and Pip will be having a lot of fun in there!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my very own plot bunny named Fluffers and a few too many socks… and the general oddness… that's mine too.

Prologue: Concerning Scripts

Frodo: Ah… a nice calm, quiet afternoo-

BOOOOOOM

Frodo: Never mind… Pippin! What are you doing in the printing room?

Pip: Nothing! It was Merry!

Merry: It was not!

Pip: Was too!

Frodo: Sam?

Sam: They went and set off a firework in the printing room, Mr. Frodo. The scripts've been burnt to ashes.

Frodo: Great. The one thing Gandalf trusts us to do and you two go and blow it up.

Pip: Gandalf?

Frodo: Yes, Pippin "Gandalf." He had the dwarves handle weapons, the elves are doing the costumes and now we are supposed to have hundreds of scripts printed and labeled by character and instead we've got piles of ashes. It's a good thing I've already read through mine.

Merry: Well… it can't be all that bad. We can just make it up as we go! Some of the stuff in those scripts was downright insulting anyway.

Frodo: (sigh) I swear, if this turns out badly, I'm telling Gandalf what really happened.

Pip/Merry: Gulp

Sam: Mr. Frodo? I think yer Uncle Bilbo's supposed to start.

Frodo: Okay… here we go…