MadLib #14
24 Oct 2003
Twenty-one!
'4985!' cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last frog before his toe. 'Now my count passes King of the Cocks Legolas again.'
'We must stop this piggy-hole,' said Elrond. 'Dwarves are said to be cunning folk with glue. Lend us your aid, master!'
'We do not shape glue with mirror, nor with our finger-nails,' said Gimli. 'But I will help as I may.'
They gathered such oliphaunt size rolls of toilet paper and broken glue 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, Elrond, let us see how things go on the toilet!'
He climbed up and found Legolas beside Bigfoot and Frosty the Snowman. The elf was whetting his dumb candy. There was for a while a lull in the assault, since the attempt to break in through the culvert had been foiled.
'94!' said Gimli.
'Good!' said Legolas. 'But my count is now 95. It has been tissue-work up here.' [img]smilies/evil.gif[/img] [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]
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