[ElenCala Isil]

To continue my little story...
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Walking here and there, making sure production was all okay, Peregrin Took heard the phone ring. 'My secretary will get that' he thought to himself, pleased at the very fact he had a secretary. He walked over to his office on the second floor, and asked his secretary who had called.

"Some guy who is interested in working for you, Mr. Took," she said. "He said he'd be here in a jiff to talk to you."

Hmm, a walk-in... they'd better be good! He walked off and headed for the door to greet the man who was coming to visit.

A hobbit came bustling in, looking like he was running from a greasy-haired elf. "Pippin?" he yelled. He tapped one of the workers on the shoulders, who turned around. He was an elderly man with a big pointy hat and bristling eyebrows. His face was lined with wisdom. "Gandalf?! You're working for Pippin?! But, I thought he was a 'fool of a took'!" the hobbit exclaimed.

"Yes, I am, and if I hear you ever utter about this outside this building, I shall personally blow your door right through your hobbit hole and out the other side of the hill, Frodo." the wizard shot back. "Sorry man, I was just a bit surprised. Have you seen Pippin? I'm looking for him."

The wizard pointed to another hobbit who was dressed in a snazzy business suit and was polishing one of his brass buttons. "Frodo! What brings you here?" Pippin asked, rushing towards Frodo and greeting him with a friendly hug.

"Didn't your secretary tell you? I'm here to find a job. Last time I checked Wee Scarvies™, Inc. was making a fortune. And I'm sick of making greasy-haired elves happy. Can you believe that one actually fell for the nine finger gag?" he chuckled.

At this Pippin signaled for Frodo to follow him, and lead him to his office. He pulled out a chair, and had Frodo sit, then took a seat for himself. As Pippin opened his mouth to speak, Frodo interrupted.

"I have an interesting proposition. I think that we could extend Wee Scarvies™" He said quickly.

With an interested look on his face, Pippin once again opened his mouth to speak, and yet again was cut off by Frodo.

"How? I was waiting for you to ask me that.
I think we could make a line of Large-sized Wee Scarvies™, we could call them Big Wee Scarvies™!"

At this Pippin took a while to think, making sure not to open his mouth and be cut off again. He glared at Frodo considering his suggestion. At long last he spoke.

"Now Frodo, you know I don't make any descisions without consulting my co-owner, Mr. Brandybuck, yes as in Merry. But I've resolved it on my own, taking in consideration what he would think, and to be honest with you, I've got a better idea." he said.

Frodo looked up at Pippin, thinking he had blown his chance and would be forced to deal with other disgruntled elves. He sighed, when Pippin suddenly shouted. "And that idea would be.... You're Hired!!!! Welcome to Wee Scarvies™ Mr. Assistant Manager Dude!"

Frodo looked up and smiled, as Pippin opened a door and pulled out a similar snazzy business suit. He handed it to Frodo. "How soon can you start putting your idea into progress?" Pippin asked.

At this Frodo pulled out a briefcase which he somehow concealed as he walked in. Opening up the breifcase, he took out a larger version of the Wee Scarvie™ and began to explain his proposition again, more detailed. "...it even has a certificate of authenticity!"

Frodo noticed that Pippin seemed quite pleased. He let loose a sigh of relief, and never again did a disgruntled elf pay for a therapy session from him. They only paid for Big Wee Scarvies™