The Mount Zoom Challenge - GAME

[The Saucepan Man]

Smoke get in your Tyres

The Hobbits stared disconsolately at the piles of crumbs and broken biscuit which lay neatly at the four corners of Bag-Endless-Fuel.

“Oh well, Pip,” said Merry. “At least you tried.

“Perhaps if I bake them for longer next time, they’ll be stronger,” offered Pippin.

“More likely than not, you’ll burn the place down,” observed Samwise.

“Still,” said Bilbo. “It’s given me some ideas. After all, food is the one thing that we do have in prodigious quantities.”

And so, over the next hour, they tried every possible comestible item of suitable size and shape that they could lay their hands on: large, round slabs of cheese (nice ride quality but prone to warping), huge game pies (too flaky and subject to leakage), enormous pancakes and crumpets (hopeless), monster doughnuts (too flabby and unstable), rollers comprised of impressively-sized cucumbers, marrows and corn-cobs in a row (too irresistible to the local wildlife), immense meatballs (too prone to degradation) and so on. All, alas, to no avail.

Then they moved on to kitchen utensils: plates, pans, dishes, breadboards, rolling-pins, bowls and baking-trays. But though each was crafted with Hobbit appetites in mind, none were quite large enough or strong enough.

Finally, as Frodo headed back to find something else that might avail, his eyes rested on the front door – the round front door.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed. “Hobbit-hole doors are round and just the right size!”

“But will they be strong enough?” asked Merry.

“They will if we nail a few together.”

And so the Hobbits set about removing Bag End’s doors from their frames and nailing them together in groups of three. Next, they carefully fixed them to the axles and stood back to survey the results of their efforts.

“You know, this just might work, my boy,” said Bilbo happily. “Let’s try it out.”

But as the first firework was ignited, and Bag-Endless-Fuel lurched forward unsteadily, it became clear that the ride provided by the makeshift wooden wheels would be unbearably uncomfortable.

“We’ll never make it over the High Pass without tyres on these things,” remarked Bilbo glumly, taking out his pipe and filling it with some Longbottom Leaf to help him think.

Silence once more descended on the living room as the Hobbits mused over the conundrum which faced them. Bilbo’s smoke rings became ever larger as he wracked his brains ever more desperately, until they were the size of large ... tyres!

“That’s it!” he exclaimed. “We shall use smoke rings as our tyres!”

“Smoke rings!” cried Frodo in disbelief. “Are you kidding? Smoke is surely entirely unsuitable as tyre material. It won’t stay on the wheels for a start. And even if it did, it could never support the vehicle’s weight.”

“Nonsense, my boy,” replied Bilbo. “We are taking place in a race in which the vehicles are assorted buildings, cities, towers and geographical features. We have just been attacked by a pack of wheel-obsessed porcupines. I heard from Elrond that Medel-zoom employed a rabid rabbit to get past the Troll, while Sauron turned a pack of rats into a pack of rat-wraiths. We are all stretching the bounds of credulity as it is. Smoke ring tyres are surely entirely in keeping with the way this race has gone so far.”

In no time at all, the Hobbits were back outside, with Bilbo puffing away on his pipe and blowing ever larger rings of smoke. Once they were of sufficient size, he carefully blew a ring around each ad hoc wheel. For a moment, the smoke simply swirled shapelessly around them. But then, as the Hobbits looked on in amazement, it began gradually to coalesce round the wheels, slowly lifting the vehicle slightly off the ground.

“Well I never did …!” spluttered Sam.

Unfortunately, however, the effect lasted only a moment. The Burrow-Buggy began to shake and bob furiously before, with a muffled *pop*, the smoke dissipated and it fell to rest once more on its wooden wheels.

“Blast and botheration!” said Bilbo. “The suspension can't take the strain. The effort required to support the disbelief is too much for it.”

“Hey there little man, what’s going down?” said an unfamiliar voice behind them.

“My car. That’s what!” muttered Bilbo in irritation, turning to see a wild-eyed man with dark brown eyes, a mane of unkempt brown hair, a long brown beard, dressed in a robe of rich reddish-brown and sporting a pair of shiny brown boots. “Now, who are you?”

“I go by the name of …”

“Radagast the Brown!” interrupted Bilbo.

“Er … yes,” Radagast replied. “However did you guess? Anyway, dude, you can call me Rad. It’s a lot less ghastly.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Rad,” said Bilbo, shaking the Brown Wizard firmly by the hand. “I’m Bilbo Baggins. And this is my nephew, Frodo, and …”

But he stopped short as he noticed Radagast staring intently at Frodo.

“Have we met before?” the Istar asked Frodo. “I’ve got this weird feeling like I know you. Like you were family or something …”

“I don’t think so, brother,” Frodo replied.

“Weird, man. I was, like, tending to my garden and feeding the birds back in Rhosgobel when I got this groovy feeling telling me head out over the Anduin to this spot. Like someone close to me was in need of my aid. Anyways, like I said, what’s going down?”

And so Bilbo and the others explained to Radagast about the Mount Zoom Challenge, how they had to win because Gandalf and Elrond were depending on them, but how they could not go on without serviceable tyres.

“Cars, eh? Races?” Radagast said when he had heard enough. “It all seems a bit uncool to me, environmentally speaking. All those fumes polluting the air and hurting the plants and the trees and the animals. And causing global warming and the like.”

“Oh, I can assure you that we use only eco-friendly fireworks to propel Bag-Endless-Fuel,” Bilbo explained. “Provided by none other than Gandalf himself.”

“I see,” answered Radagast. “Well, I can dig that, man.”

“So, can you help us, Rad?”

“Well, seeing as you're friends of Gandalf, and what with the groovy Frodo feeling and all, I guess I can. What’s the problem?”

Bilbo explained about the smoke ring tyres and how the illogicality of the solution had rather overwhelmed the suspension of disbelief. Now back in Valinor, Radagast had been a rather sensible, studious fellow by the name of Aiwendil, logical of mind and rational of thought. And, although he had gone somewhat native on arriving in Middle-earth, he still had the knack of pulling a logical possibility from a logical improbability when the situation called for it.

“You know the best way to make something illogical logical in a place like this?” he asked.

The Hobbits shook their heads. Radagast turned and pointed his finger at a small band of Goblins who had been surreptitiously creeping up on the group, weapons at the ready, whereupon their blades promptly turned into large daffodils. Unsettled and confused, the Goblins turned tail and hopped off back to their Misty Mountain caves.

“Magic, dude!” explained Rad. “If there’s one thing that makes something unbelievable believable in a fantasy world, it’s magic. My normal thing is nature-based magic – you know, flower power and the like – but, hey, magic’s magic, you know?”

And so, after Bilbo had once more blown large smoke rings around the wheels of the little Door-Mobile, the Brown Wizard walked from one to the other, weaving his hands in ornate, swishing patterns and chanting under his breath. And as he went, a transparent film gradually formed over the rings of smoke and bound them to the wheels.

“Cool!” said Rad when he had finished. “That should do the trick. Now, you’d better get going if you’re not to bankrupt the Wise. If I know Gandalf, he’s probably been using the Counsel’s floating fund to support his gambling habit. Fare thee well.”

“So long, Rad!” the Hobbits called, waving farewell as they once more embarked on Bag-Endless-Fuel. “And thanks for all the swish.”

As the funky Brown Wizard watched the little Burrow Buggy heading smoothly off West towards the High Pass, his eyes rested on the smoke swirling around its Hobbit-door wheels, securely harnessed by his magic. Absent-mindedly, he rolled some herbs up in a thin strip of paper, lit it with his finger and inhaled deeply, before letting out a long, and slightly high-pitched, sigh of satisfaction.

[Morsul the Dark]

New treads rock

The Tower surged into motion and with each agonizing turn of the wheels new screams were heard. "Ah sweet music," Gothmog smiled, "You know Montague you are an excellent co-pilot, South-West is a perfect direction. You know what though I bet Dwarfy has more challenges coming up and I bet you have some awesome ideas on how to pass them we have to keep an eye out."

[Gil-Galad]

"thats what i'm here for, i did graduate from Narchost U, where did yo ugraduate from?" Montague asked

"me oh... a little place called Charcost U"

"Charcost! you like the rivla of my university! ha never thought i'd see the day where a CU would be in command of troops..."

"yeah...wait what?"

"oh nothing" Montague said with a smile as the tower continued South-West to the hum of agonizing screams which oddly sounds like Beethovens 5th Symphony...

[Sleepy Ranger]

Orth-Tank Wacky Races...

Saruman was merrily humming along to 'Yellow Submarine' as he took his bath. His bathtub was quite conveniently shaped like a yellow submarine. All of a sudden Grima burst into the bathroom and then for no real reason began running around in circles. "Grima! What are you doing here?!? Who is driving?" Saruman roared angrily. "The porcupines, sir!" Grima replied. "What porcupines? We don't have any porcupines, you fool!" Saruman replied grabbing a towel. "No sir, they flattend all our tyres and went on a hayride with the spares." Grima said. "Well, we'll think of something to do. I must get dressed, until then I expect you to get out and push." Grima nodded walking off.

About half an hour later Saruman joined Grima outside who was desperately trying to push Orth-Tank forwards but had so far done nothing significant. "Grima you fool! Can you not push a tower modified into a car?" Saruman shouted angrily. "But sir..." Grima began only to be cut off by someone singing loudly, "I AM THE EGGMAN, THEY ARE THE EGGMEN, I AM THE WALRUS GOO GOO KA CHU!" followed by The Beatles van coming down from the hill and taking the long and winding road to where Orth-Tank stood. The Beatles all tumbled out of the van one at a time, in this order- John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr.

They looked at Saruman and Grima who looked back at them, it was quite obvious everyone was confused and had no real idea as to what was happening. "Ringo, I said left not right!" Harrison said. "But I did turn left!" Ringo replied. "No, you went straight on!" Lennon complained. "We were moving?" McCartney piped in. Saruman looked at Grima with a long face, this would be a hard days night.

After spending five minutes watching the Beatles argue over who took the wrong turn and then watching them set up their instruments and do nothing with them, Grima began to tug on Saruman's cloak. "What is it you measly excuse for an ameoba?" Saruman asked impatiently. Grima pointed at the wheels on the Beatles' van. "Not now Grima, I'm trying to think of a way to get moving again. Let it be. Let them go on their Magical Mystery Tour." Said Saruman when all of a sudden his eyes lit up and he said, "Why thats a great idea! Listen, Grima! We could steal their tyres!" Saruman said beaming.

As Grima and Saruman began to discuss how to get the tyres away from the Beatles Lennon shouted out at them, "Oi! We've got a song for you!" After which they began to play 'I Need You' to Saruman and Grima, stating that it was in honor of their great friendship. After the performance Saruman called for the band's attention and said, "Now listen, we need your tyres!" This statement caused them to begin playing 'Drive My Car'. Saruman slapped his fore-head, this would indeed be a hard days night.

[THE Ka]

((OOC: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been asked by Sleepy if I would continue his Orth-Tank Wacky Races post. As I am in course of my life to be kind to those who deserve such, I have taken up this request. I hope that this shall not be any harm to The Mount Zoom Challenge players, spectators, managers, and any other affiliation to this thread. Poděkovat vám všem.

Sincerely,
THE Ka

))
The Orth-Tank Continues...

As Saruman was about to just send off Grima to jack the car, steal the wheels, and possibly make off with the stereo, (even if there was an apple in it), The Beatles reminded Saruman of a possible plan. Grima just was perplexed with astonishment that The Beatles were playing for them, and slowly snuck out an autograph book, just in case Saruman wasn't looking.

" Grima! Put that diary away! I have a plan..." Saruman barked out the side of his mouth.
" sigh... Yes master?"
" I believe there is a possible way to get tyres out of these musicians without ending up in more of a sour milk sea... Grima! Go fetch me my bath, quickly!"
" Which one master?"
Saruman with a mixed look of utter astonishment and slight coy pitty for such a helpless creature he saw Grima as, pulled him by his collar and gave his orders with a drone.
" Don't play stupid with me, Grima! You know, the one I take here, there and everywhere! The one I most positively use eight days a week!"
" ... I still don't get your point." Grima said flinchingly.
" The Yellow Submarine! Fetch it now, and there better be no scratches!" Saruman roared as The Beatles' ears picked up his words, and began to play just that. Yellow Submarine...

" Ah ob la di, ob la da! If I don't make it out of here soon my head's going to go helter skelter..." Saruman began to rumb his temples. Suddenly, he was shaken out of his thoughts to the sound of a rather yellow, submarine-like tub hitting the ground. Turning back in rage, to possibly find his beloved bath indeed sunk in disrepair, Saruman looked up Grima, sitting in the bath, which had been moved down the stairs of the Orth-Tank with nothing but a bath mat and a few rubber ducks.
" How did you - Nevermind! Grima, get out of that tub with your filthiness. I have propositions to make!"
Saruman walked over to The Beatles as they were finishing Yellow Submarine, with Grima slowly trailing behind with the bath on his back.

" Excuse me fellows, but since I see you are a little attached to your tyres, I wish to know if you would like to make a trade." Saruman said with his best charm and a rather convincing smile.
The Beattles were about to play again, but their curiousity was caught. Well, that of Paul's at most.

" What do you want our tyres for Saruman? ... And what's that greasy fellow carrying on his back?" McCartney asked.
Saruman's smile widened. I can almost see those tyres on the Orth-Tank! Just have to played them a bit longer, and see if they will take this bath... Though, I'll miss it. It's a wonderful tub.

Grima was just stunned that Paul had adressed him indirectly, and was almost squashed by the girth of the yellow tub as he brought it over.
" Well Paul you see Grima here was driving, but unfortunately I forgot how utterly stupid and mechcanically challenged he is. Alas, I wish I could hire better, but his damn HMO won't let me torture him for another year -"
" There was porcupines Paul!" Grima couldn't help but bursting out. Even if it was his first and last attempt at saying, 'hello' to McCartney indirectly.
" Grima! When I want a babbling fool I'll ask for one! ... Oh, and yes, apparently porcupines ran off with our spares..." Saruman's face was turning red. This had indeed, if not anything else, been a hard day's night.

" Tough break my friend, is there anyway we can help you out?" Harrison addressed in a cool tone, Saruman obviously was a serious type.
" Well, there is one way. I would like to make a trade off. Your tyres for my yellow submarine bath!" Saruman stepped back with the grace of a salesman on the peak of a deal. There it stood, in all of it's great yellow lusture of cleanliness - The Yellow Submarine of tubs.
The Beatles stared at it at first with amasement, then slight, but cool despiration. They hadn't been to a good hotel in a week, all thanks to Ringo's apparent lack of direction, and mixed in with the fact that Middle Earth wasn't exactly anywhere near their tour stops, though, they were still trying to fiend off masses of fangirls that appeared out of no where. All in all, that bath looked like a good trade.

" That tub is amazing, and let's face it, we haven't been to a good hotel is a week! I say we take it, we can get more tyres later!" Ringo said amongst his fellow band mates, hoping that they might see his logic.
" Wait! Where are we going to get tyres in a place like this? I know the bath looks wonderful beyond all imagination, but think of the tyres!" George tried to make a case with them, even if that tub was really, truly amazing, and would look great in the tour somewhere.
Saruman was about to just send Grima out and take the tyres anyway and keep the bath for himself when Lennon closed the deal.
" Saruman, we'll take it!"

" I'm so glad you all saw what a deal this tub is, really, I enjoyed it very much myself... So, that'll be four tyres you can give?" Saruman said with a smile.
The tires were soon off The Beattle's van and the Orth-Tank was ready to go, leaving a rather glum group with the impressive yellow submarine bath.

" John! Where are we going to find more tyres?! It's not as if this bath has it all you know, though, it is rather impressive." McCartney couldn't believe that John, out of all people would trade good tyres for a yellow tub, even if it was wonderful. They all felt as gloomy as Eleanor Rigby, and most definately would not be being for the benefit of Mr. Kite. Just when things would go helter skelter, John explained his reasoning:
" Mates! It was a good trade! Besides, we have spares in the back under the equipment."
Pulling back a few instrument cases, there lay the band's spare wheels in boxes, everyone could breathe again.
" ...And I thought those were birthday present drum cases!" Ringo pipped in. After putting the spares on, and getting the tub to fit somewhere on or in the van, The Beatles were off and hopfully on their way to the tour.

After having a few moments to enjoy belittling Grima even more, Saruman had the Orth-Tank back on it's due course, humming a bit of 'Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except for Me and My Monkey'...

[Valier]

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!"

[Glirdan]

Stony Wheels

"HOW ABOUT WE TAKE THAT STONE TROLL THAT WAS DOWN IN THE ENGINE-ROOM AND CRAFT WHEELS OUT OF HIM?" Sauron shouted.

"I don't think I'll ever hear again...Anyway, yes, that actually sounds like a good plan master!" Mouth agreed. So the two ran down the passageway to the Troll Engine-Room and burst through the door. It took thr Trolls about five minutes to realize that their master and his mouth had entered. "We really do need better servants..." Mouth said exhaustedly.

"AGREED! AND AS SOON AS WE MAKE IT TO THE FINISH LINE, WE WILL FIND BETTER HELP! BUT FOR NOW, WE NEED TO GET PAST THE EVIL PORCUPINE PREDICAMENT!" They made their way over to the Troll (which, convieniently, was still in the exact spot where he was turned to stone) and began chiseling him with convieniently placed chisels. Mouth was just about to break the Trolls right arm off when a spirit arose from the ground. "MY MORGOTH! WHAT IN MY LATE MASTERS NAME IS GOING ON HERE TODAY!? FIRST A RAT WRAITH SPIRIT AND NOW THIS!!"

"You shall no touch my body!" The spirit shouted in anger. It was then they realised that the spirit was that of the Troll which they were chiseling.

"AND WHO'S GOING TO STOP ME!? YOU!? MWHAHAHA! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!!" Sauron continued to chisel the arm and it evenutally fell off.

"That's it! Now you've done it!" the spirit shouted. "I place a curse on my body parts so that you shall never touch them again!!" As he said this, his body parts body and his arm, began to float up to the cieling and as the body progressed, different body parts broke off and spaced themselves out along the roof.

"NO!! OUR WHEELS!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Sauron cried turning towards the spirit. But once he looked, it was no longer there. "WHAT!? WHERE'D HE GO!?"

"Ummm, while you were complaining and yelling, he said that he was off to a tea party with Morgoth..." mouth said.

"OOOO. WELL, WHAT ARE WE TO DO NOW?" Sauron asked. It was then that Mouth realised that the Mountain was floating in mid air.

"Ummm....is this supposed to happen?"

"IS WHAT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?"

"The Mountain...It's floating!"

"WHAT!?" Sauron cried. He ran to the window and looked at the ground and noticed that they were about five feet off the ground. "WELL, THIS IS CONVIENIENT!" Sauron shouted with glee.

"Yes, it is. Now, all we have to do is figure out how to control it..." Mouth said.

"ALREADY DONE!"

"What? What did you do?"

"I SET IT TO VOICE ACTIVATION! SO, ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS IN WHICH DIRECTION WE WOULD LIKE TO GO, AND WE'LL GO!!"

"Brilliant master! Just one question, when did you do that? Wait...don't answer that... I don't think I want to know..."

"OKAY! IF YOU SAY SO. MOUNTAIN, HEAD FOR THE HIGH PASS!!" and Mount Zoom zoomed off towards the High Pass.