Medul-Zoom
A little Prick causes alot of troubles
Eowyn: 51....52.....53.....54.....55.....56....
BANG!!! HISSSSSSSSSSSS!
Eowyn: "Now look what's happened! My brush has become stuck in my hair! Someone is going to pay for this"
*Stalks off to find her Uncle*
Eowyn: "Uncle! Uncle? What is the meaning of all this racket? Why have we stopped?"
Theoden: "I am unsure my dear, I have sent Hama out to have a look."
*The door to Medul-zoom flies open and there stands Hama holding his nose and panting as if he was running*
Hama: "My lord....Our tyres are gone!"
Theoden: "What do you mean gone?"
Hama: "Well only one is gone and the others are flat....and it smells really bad out there!"
Theoden: "Well do we not have spares?"
Hama: "No me lord."
Theoden: "Well that is great! Just great! Any idea as to where the tyres went?
Hama: " A porcupine stole them."
Theoden: "A porcupine?"
Hama: "A porcupine my lord."
Theoden: "A porcupine dear Hama?"
Hama: "Yes Sir a porcupine."
Theoden: "Now what would a porcupine want with our tyres Hama?"
Hama:" I know not my Lord."
Theoden: "Well if you do not know, and I do not know......"
Eowyn: *Ahem* If you two are done......Who cares how or why they were stolen! I have a brush stuck in my hair!"
Theoden: "here Hama you hold her still and I will extract the brush......Ok on three..."
Hama: "Pull when you say three or before you say three?"
Theoden: "I said on the count of three....that means when I say three you pull."
Hama: "Now when you say three, do I pull on three or pull for the number three?"
Eowyn: "AAAAHHHHH You two are crazy! Leave my hair alone! All I need is a big bald spot for Faramir to see!"
Eowyn: " I know what to do.....again!.....
*Eowyn reaches into her hidding spot....*Ahem* between the Tata's and pulls out a card that reads...
M.E.A.A
Your friendly neighbourhood,get your vehikle out of trouble company.
Eowyn: "These guys are always around when you need them!"
Eowyn:* Walks over to the table and picks up a large goblet and places it over her ear*
Eowyn:" Hello?.......Hello?........Our vehikle is broke!....Hello?....
Theoden: Ummmm My dear......The Eagles that run that buisness are working for the Dwarf who runs this race."
Eowyn:*Pouts* Well what else are we supposed to do? We are falling behind in the race, we need to figure out a way to make us go faster!"
Theoden: "Well I think I have a plan brewing in this here old head........But I am reluctant to do it.....*Pouts* It involves shaving some of my Golden Hall.
Hama: "Shaving? My lord?"
Theoden: " Yes Hama, that is what I said....Shaving!"
Hama: “But Sir, we are fresh out of Gillette…”
Theoden: *Glaring at Hama* “No you fool, I don’t mean THAT shaving. You know as well as I do that it took me seven years to grow this beard, I ain’t loosing it for no race! No, what I mean is…” *whispers whispers*
Eowyn: *Feminine whispers whispers whispers?*
Hama: *whispers*
Theoden, glaring at Hama again: *whispers whispers you fool whispers*
Half an hour later, all the smiths of Medul-zoom were called to their lord’s presence. Theoden’s announcement surprised them all. Thirty percent of the golden hall would be scraped off and made into… the golden runners for the golden sled! Without tires *ahem* tyres nor replacements, and without rubber to make new ones, it would be the only way out.
The works started right away and soon the banging of hammers could be hear all through Medul-zoom. Theoden sure wished his ancestors had not decided to have the dome made out of gold, given that a dome being hit by a hundred hammers sounds like a giant bell being hit by a hundred hammers… while having one’s head inside the bell itself.
Shortly thereafter, enough gold was scraped off yet there was one inconvenience. It was impossible to melt so much gold fast enough. Theoden was in a sour mood, realizing that he had scraped thirty percent of his golden hall for nothing when Hama himself came up with a perfect plan.
Hama: “My lord do you recall what happened with the Nazghulrats of Mt. Zoom?”
Theoden: “Yeah, they got incinerated, why?”
Hama: “Well… how did they get incinerated?”
Eowyn: “By a baby-dragon’s fire!”
Theoden: “Not fair! It was
my turn to answer, she’s a cheater”
Eowyn: “nananana I win, you loose now you get a big bruise”
Hama: “Please, my lord and lady, we need to get going”
Theoden: “Well, then get to the point”
Hama: “Well, what if we pretended that three of those nazghulrats found their way to our pile of un-molten gold?”
Theoden: “Why, the little dwarf would probably try to burn them to crisps!”
Eowyn: “And that would certainly melt the gold!”
Theoden: “Go to your room, you are trying to steal my thunder”
Eowyn: "Ummmmm I think not! I shall not be caged! You get the gold ready and lace it with some steel from some swords to make it strong,then I shall go and make Ratnazgul decoys for the dragon to burn. Let's meet back here in an hour."
Theoden:*rolls eyes*
AN HOUR LATER
The gold and steel had been fashioned into ski molds and was equipped with three large black Rat looking decoys on each side.
Eowyn:* Yelling up into the sky* YOOOHOOOO!!!! DWARFY?????? I think we have a NazgulRat problem! See them there all in parellel lines? Could you send your dragon to burn them up?!!
Out through the clouds swept the tiny dragon, who let forth a stream of flames that burn up the decoys and melted the gold till it bubbled.Then flew back into the great blue expanse that is the sky.
Eowyn: " There now we have two skis that will certainly get us over that mountain quicker than the other teams. I will leave you men to the work of attaching the skis and readying the horses for our departure."
After alot of grunting and groaning, the ski's were attached and the great Medul-zoom was ready to hit the road again.
Theoden: Well that's it then....we are officially a sled. I shall sit up front and lead the way. Eowyn now that you have changed your outfit again, would you care to join me?
Eowyn: *Sits beside Theoden in a new red dress with matching white hat(to hide the hair brush)*"On fair horses! Take us
West towards the
High pass. We shall make easy work of this pass with our new means of transportation."
Theoden:*grumbles* "Trying to steal my thunder again!"