DISCLAIMER:: None of these charactors are mine. they all belong to either Tolkien or Warner Bros. please don’t sue me! i’m just having fun!

Pinky, The Brain, and the Ring

Very few knew of Lord Elrond’s secret hobby, but he fancied small pets, and kept two white mice in a gilded cage. Odd specimens they were; one was small, but had a curiously large head, with beady, calculating eyes. The other was taller, and skinny, and considerably dumber than the other.
“Bring Forth the Ring, Frodo.” The two mice sat unnoticed in a corner of Elrond’s council chambers, where people of many races were gathered discussing a small, unadorned piece of jewelry.
“Oooohhhhh, it’s shiny! Can I play with it, Brain? Narf!”
“No, Pinky. It’s too powerful. Here. Play with this.” The Brain tossed his companion a bit of tin foil. Pinky entertained himself with it for a good half hour.
“If I had that ring our plan to take over the world would be complete! Pinky! Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“I think so, Brain, but I don’t think they keep that much baking soda in Rivendell.”
“No, Pinky. We need to follow that Halfling! Quick Pinky, to the stables!” And as Elrond announced the fellowship, they made their way to where the horses of the guests of the Last Homely House are kept. None of the horses kept there were exactly mouse-friendly, and they were almost stomped on numerous times, but with moderate difficulty they at last made it into the smallest horse’s saddlebag. A few hours later Pinky started sniffing, much to Brain’s annoyance.
“Are strawberries in season yet, Brain?”
“No, Pinky. Not for another four months. Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s just that it really smells like strawberries in here. That’s all.
“They must have already paced some of their things. You probably smell the Elf’s shampoo. Elves always get upset if anyone else is prettier, or smells better than them.” But Pinky wasn’t listening. He had found the opening of the bottle, and was now trying to get the scented pink goop off himself.
“Come, Pinky. We have to get out of here and get near the Hobbit.” And with that they jumped out of Bill the Pony’s saddlebag and went alongside the Fellowship, going unnoticed for a long period of time. Higher and higher they climbed into the mountains, and almost got lost in Caradhras’s cold snow. Only just in time did they jump into Aragorn’s pocket.
“Holy cow, Brain! Did you see this guy’s hair? I ain’t seen anything so greasy since last time we ate at McDonalds! Narf! Ooh, he smells, too. And not good like that Elvish stuff, either.”
“Yes, Pinky. I know.” he said, trying not to breathe through his nose. “This Aragorn person hardly ever showers. He could stand to take a lesson from the Elf.”
And so they rode with Aragorn, trying their hardest to avoid inhaling the offensive odor emitting from him. They jumped out at the first chance they got when it was warmer and almost landed in the river the Fellowship had just begun to follow. It was nearing sundown, and the group was looking for a suitable place to make camp for the night.
“I’m glad we’re stopping by a river tonight. Now I can finally wash my hair again!” said Legolas.
“After what, an entire day and a half? How on Middle Earth did you ever survive?” muttered Gimli, not hiding the sarcasm in his voice. Legolas ignored him as he went to find the extra bottle of shampoo he had hidden in Bill’s saddlebag. The resulting scream at the sight of the destruction of his favorite strawberry-scented shampoo caused at least two avalanches on Caradhras, and woke even things dwelling in the deep places of the world. After regaining their hearing, everyone denied all knowledge that the bottle was even there, and Legolas was forced to use the extra spare bottle of green apple-scented shampoo that he had hidden in Pippin’s pack.
That night was the perfect night to put The Brain’s plan into action. After everyone had gone to sleep he and Pinky snuck over to where Frodo was sleeping. After a quick briefing Brain crept up onto Frodo’s chest, and Pinky went to the back of Frodo’s neck to unclasp the chain that held the ring. Brain had told him to do this as quietly as possible, and for his credit he tried, but let’s face it: it’s Pinky, and he really can’t do anything that quiet when it’s important. He unclasped the chain.
“I got it, Brain! Narf!” he shouted. The small yell of the mouse was just enough to catch the sharp ear of Samwise Gamgee, who was on watch that night. Pinky ran up to Brain, and he started to lift the ring.
“It’s mine! Now I can finally bring my plans into actio…”
“AAAhhhh! Mice! Ewwwww!” And with that, Sam grabbed his frying pan and swung in for a perfect hit, sending the two mice flying into the distance. Frodo woke with a start.
“Sam! What was that?”
“Oh, sorry to wake you Mr. Frodo. It was nothing. I just saw a couple of mice, and well, you know how I get around rodents.”
Off in the distance sat two small mice, nursing wounds received from a frying pan. The Brain sighed
“Well, so much for that plan.”
“What are we gunna do now? Narf!”
“Regain our strength for tomorrow night.”
“What are we gunna do tomorrow night, Brain?”
“The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!
*musical outro* They’re Pinky; They’re Pinky and the Brain Brain Brain Brain Brain!