Mad Libs

[nobody]

Twenty One!
'-1!' cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last Oliphaunt before his Liver. 'Now my count passes Toilet Cleaner Legolas again.'
'We must stop this Tyrannosaurus Rex-hole,' said Morgoth. 'Dwarves are said to be cunning folk with Cement. Lend us your aid, master!'
'We do not shape Cement with Gameboys, nor with our finger-nails,' said Gimli. 'But I will help as I may.'
They gathered such Subatomic Brains and broken Cement 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, Morgoth, let us see how things go on the Teletubby!'
He climbed up and found Legolas beside Tony Blair and George Bush. The elf was whetting his hungry Air Rifle. There was for a while a lull in the assault, since the attempt to break in through the culvert had been foiled.
'-1!' said Gimli.
'Good!' said Legolas. 'But my count is now 0. It has been Mobile Phone-work up here.'