I made this one last night:
Twenty-one!
'35,00!' cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last pickle weasel before his lobe. 'Now my count passes Marquis de Legolas again.'
'We must stop this polywollyoptosaurus-hole,' said Mr. Anderson. 'Dwarves are said to be cunning folk with bunt cake. Lend us your aid, master!'
'We do not shape bunt cake with hairbrush, nor with our fingernails,' said Gimli. 'But I will help as I may.'
They gathered such extra large brasiers and broken bunt cakes as they could find to hand, and under Gimli's direction the Westfold-men blocked up the inner end of the culvert, until only a narrow outlet remained. Then the Deeping-stream, swollen by the rain, churned and fretted in its choked path, and spread slowly in cold pools from cliff to cliff.
'It will be drier above,' said Gimli. 'Come, Mr. Anderson, let us see how things go on the Playboy magazine!'
He climbed up and found Legolas beside Luke Skywalker and Donny Osmond. The elf was whetting his butt-ugly razor. There was for a while a lull in the assault, since the attempt to break in through the culvert had been foiled.
'17!' said Gimli.
'Good!' said Legolas. 'But my count is now 17,000,000,000. It has been waterpick-work up here.'
What do you all think?
[ October 30, 2003: Message edited by: Lily Bombadil ]
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