[Dorathain_Flamesword]

(Dumb and Dumber)

(Aragorn and the Hobbits in Bree at the Prancing Pony.)

(Pippin knocks his walking stick off the table.)

Merry: Uh-oh.

Pippin: What's the matter?

Merry: You dropped your walking stick. That's bad luck. We're traveling across Middle-Earth and the last thing we need is bad luck. Quickly, toss your walking stick over your right shoulder.

(Pippin grabs his walking stick from the ground and with a mighty throw, tosses it over his right shoulder. A thunk could be heard. All was silent.)

Male voice: What in the of Middle-Earth was that?!

Merry: Or was it the left shoulder?

(A tall man, more than three times the size of Merry and Pippin standing on each other's shoulders walked up to the table. Frodo and Sam chuckled and they kept their faces in their pints.)

Male voice: Who's the dead man that hit me with the piece of wood?

(Merry held his hand up high, pointing at Pippin.)

Pippin: It was a terrible accident sir. Sir, believe me, I would never do anything to offend a Man of your size. Please accept my most sincere apology.

(A man the same size at the table beside him looks at the four Hobbits.)

Man #2: Teach 'em a lesson, Kerathas!

Kerathas (the tall man at the Hobbit table): You gonna drink that?

(Kerathas eyed his pint.)

Pippin: No, yes, no, the thought crossed my mind... yes.

(Kerathas then spits in his drink. Frodo and Sam burst out laughing.)

Kerathas: Still want it?

(Kerathas takes the pint of ale and pours it on Pippin.)

(Barliman throws down the piece of parchment on the table. Little black numbers were on it.)

Pippin: I can't afford this! I haven't even drunk yet!

Merry: Well if you wouldn't pick fights with the locals- wait, I have an idea.

Pippin: Is the idea safe?

Merry: Nope! Come with me!

(Merry pulls Pippin from the table and they slowly approach the table full of Men.)

(Kerathas turned his glance to Pippin, then Merry.)

Merry: Excuse me gentlemen, I just wanted to apologize for that unpleasent scene a little earlier.

Kerathas: Huh?

Merry: What I am trying to say is, my friend and I would like to buy you guys a round of ale, just to burry the longsword.

Kerathas: Make it four Queerish Bree Ales.

Merry: Whatever you want sir, I'll have Barliman bring them over.

(Pippin stares at Merry like he is out of his mind. As they walk away to the bar.)

Pippin: Merry, what are you doing? You know we can't afford to buy them drinks.

(Frodo and Sam sit at their table, hardly able to breathe fro mthe laughter.)

(Merry hands Barliman the parchment.)

Merry: Um, Kerathas and the fellas offered to pick up our check, they said just put it on their parchment check.

(Barliman looked skeptically at Merry and Pippin.)

Barliman: Kerathas said that?

Merry: Well, if that man over there is Kerathas.

(Kerathas pointed at himself, knodding his head up and down.)

Barliman: Ok, if that's what he wants.

(Pippin sees some pipes and pipeweed on the bar. He grabs them.)

Pippin: Oh, and put these on there, too.

Barliman: You got it.

(Next scene, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Strider and Pippin are seen riding on horses down the rode and into the Wild, heading towards Rivendell.)

(Kerathas then comes bursting through the door of the Prancing Pony, along with his companions and Barliman. Catching one glance at the five as they disappeared into the distance.)

Kerathas: They are dead!

(Next scene, it pans up on the five.)

Frodo: You should've seen his face!

Sam: It was hysterical!

Pippin: Where did you get a genius idea like that? It was pure genius!

Merry: Heard about it in a song once.

Pippin: So what happens next? Does the guy who played the trick get away, scott-free?

Merry: No, about half-way down the road, he catches up and slits his throat.

(Pippin looks back and his horse starts to speed up.)

(DUMB AND DUMBER)