If LotR Had Been Written By Someone Else!?

Dear Lord, this is hilarious. I have spent the last two days reading this (and I even skipped a lot by authors I didn’t know), and I immediately registered just so I could post.

I know Mars God of War already did Office Space, but here’s my idea:

Sauron: (muttering) I b-b-believe you have my ring. It’s- it’s a magic ring.

That’th the last thtraw. I’m going to burn Middle Earth down.

And another quickie (I know I saw some others like this):

Mithril shirt: free.
Enough Lembas to get you through Mordor: free.
Phial of Galadriel: free.
The look on Sauron’s face as you cast his ring into the fires of Mount Doom: Priceless.

There are some things money can’t buy. For everything else there’s MiddleEarth Card.

You can win a trip to Mordor for you and a servant just by using your MiddleEarth Card.

If you’re going

To Mount Doom

Don’t forget

The need to groom.

Bomba Shave

They are indeed! They’re like potato chips…you can’t have just one. Great Burma-Shaves, Pucky! You rock! :slight_smile: Someday I’ll have time to write more…

KathleenTheVeryBusyLatelyCritic

Gollum is

a sneaky soul,

trust him just once,

your head will roll.

Burma Shave

I don’t think I saw this yet, and I didn’t find it on the index.

Ring Club

Frodo: The first rule of the Fellowship is: you do not talk about the Fellowship. The second rule of the Fellowship is: you do not talk about the Fellowship. The third rule is: no shirt and no shoes. The Fellowship goes on until one person can’t continue.

Instead of breeding Uruk-Hai, Saruman makes soap. Frodo throws himself into the Cracks of Doom and Gollum disappears. The movie ends with Frodo and Sam looking out the window watching the Two Towers blow up.

That’s the best I can do. I’ve only seen Fight Club once.

how about animorphs?? or are most of you too old to remember that?

for the younger generation…

LOTR by K.R. R. Applegate

My name is Frodo. That’s all I can tell you. I can’t tell you my last name, or where I live. It’s too dangerous. The wraiths are everywhere, and if they found out…well, they could do some really bad things. They’re trying to take over Middle Earth, but luckily me and my eight friends are fighting against them. We call ourselves the Fellowship. It all started this one night, when I was coming home from a party. I saw these weird lights, and an andalite named Gandalf gave me this magic ring, and now I have the power to dissapear!

eh…not so good…

Ringbearing: The Olympic Sport

Kent the Announcer: It’s a bright sunny day here in Middle Earth. The perfect kind of weather for this kind of a no-holds-barred, anything-goes competition.

Susan the Announcer: That’s right, Kent. I remember when I was an Olympic Ringbearer, I slipped and fell on some ice and dropped the ring.

Kent: That was thirty years ago, Susan. Can’t you get over it?

Susan: No.

Kent: Well, then, let’s take a look at the competitors. Representing the Shire are Bilbo Baggins, his nephew Frodo Baggins, and Samwise Gamgee.

Susan: You know, Bilbo is the oldest Olympian ever to compete for the Shire. Do you think his age will be a disadvantage?

Kent: I don’t know, Susan. Sometimes in this competition, experience can be the key to success. Frodo, however, seems to be the heavy favorite going into this competition.

Susan: Let’s take a look at the other competitors. Representing Mordor is the Dark Lord Sauron.

Kent: His participation in this event has been fairly controversial, and the Elves have dropped out of this competition in protest.

Susan: If I am remembering correctly, this isn’t the first time the Elves have protested the participation of certain competitors.

Kent: That’s right, Susan. When Isildur took home the gold, the Elves certainly weren’t pleased.

Susan: Finally, we have Gollum, representing a Dank Nasty Cave Underneath the Misty Mountains.

Kent: Talk about a long shot.

Susan: It looks like the competition is just about to get under way. Through random selection, Gollum will be the first to compete.

Kent: And there he goes. It looks like he is attempting the Lurking Underground strategy. Not very creative, but the judges have to be impressed by the amount of time he’s holding on to the ring.

Susan: Five hundred years is quite a large chunk of time.

Kent: Wait a minute, it looks like . . . yes, Gollum has dropped the ring. Bilbo is seizing the opportunity, and . . . Bilbo Baggins from the Shire takes the ring.

Susan: Bilbo appears to be using a similar strategy of keeping a low profile. Meanwhile the Dark Lord Sauron seems to be completely oblivious to the whole thing.

Kent: Has he even noticed the competition has begun?

Susan: Maybe it’s a part of his strategy. There we see Bilbo and he’s-- is he doing what I think he’s doing?

Kent: It appears as though Bilbo is actually giving the ring to his nephew Frodo Baggins. I’ve never seen anything like this before.

Susan: It certainly was a creative and original move. Let’s hope the judges reward it.

Kent: It looks like the Dark Lord Sauron is finally taking an interest in the proceedings. He’s looking for a chance to take the ring from Frodo.

Susan: Frodo’s strategy seems to be to take the ring to Rivendell. A more risky choice, but more rewarding if he succeeds.

Kent: And Samwise is accompanying him, obviously looking for an opening to take the ring.

Susan: Frodo and Sam have just arrived safely at Rivendell, despite the Dark Lord Sauron’s attempts to take the ring. Bilbo is waiting in Rivendell and it looks like . . . yes, Bilbo Baggins is attempting to take the ring back from Frodo.

Kent: The grab is unsuccessful, and Frodo and Sam leave Rivendell. They appear to be heading towards–am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?

Susan: That’s right, Kent. Frodo and Sam are heading straight towards Mordor, where the Dark Lord Sauron is waiting. And it looks like, unbeknownst to Frodo and Sam, Gollum is following them, looking for his chance to take the ring back.

Kent: The judges will certainly reward Frodo for his bravery, even if he loses the ring.

Susan: The Dark Lord Sauron is searching in Gondor, where he erroneously believes the ringbearer is hiding. Meanwhile, Frodo, Sam, and Gollum have made it into Mordor. Gollum appears to be helping Frodo, but–wait, it looks like Gollum just led Frodo and Sam into a trap.

Kent: Ooh, Frodo is down, and he’s not getting up.

Susan: Samwise is taking the ring and continuing on into Mordor. He is obviously attempting to use Frodo’s strategy of taking the big risks and hoping for the big rewards.

Kent: Wait a minute, Susan, something is happening. Sam is going back to get Frodo. I don’t believe it! He gave the ring back to Frodo!

Susan: It looks like Sam picked up a few tricks from his friends to score more points. Let’s hope it works.

Kent: Frodo and Sam are now at Mount Doom, and it looks like Frodo can’t go on. It looks like Sam will be bearing the ring up the slopes of Mount Doom–

Susan: Not so fast, Kent. Sam is picking up Frodo, who is still carrying the ring, and taking him up the mountain.

Kent: Is it legal to carry the ringbearer?

Susan: The judges are allowing it. Meanwhile the Dark Lord Sauron is still searching in all of the wrong places.

Kent: You’ve got to feel sorry for this guy. The competition is almost over, and he hasn’t even gotten a glimpse of the ring.

Susan: Frodo and Sam are now at the Cracks of Doom. All Frodo has to do is cast the ring into the fires from whence it came and he has a fairly good chance of winning this competition.

Kent: Something’s gone wrong. Instead of casting the ring into the fires, Frodo is going to keep the ring.

Susan: The judges certainly won’t like that.

Kent: No, they won’t. This competition is still up in the air.

Susan: Did you see that?

Kent: I saw it, but I don’t believe it.

Susan: In a completely unexpected move, Gollum, who had been secretly following Sam and Frodo all the way up Mount Doom, has bitten off the finger with the ring on it, and then he fell into the Cracks of Doom.

Kent: It’s hard to tell whether or not the judges will reward something like that.

Susan: Now we just have to wait for the scores.

Kent: It looks like the judge from Mordor has given very low scores to everyone except the Dark Lord Sauron, whom he gave a perfect ten.

Susan: Hardly appropriate, considering that Sauron didn’t do any ringbearing in this competition.

Kent: There may be an inquiry into those scores, but they don’t affect the final outcome of this competition.

Susan: Yes, the judges have locked in their scores and are now presenting the medals. Receiving the Silmaril medal: Bilbo Baggins from the Shire.

Kent: Receiving the Mithril medal: Samwise Gamgee of the Shire.

Susan: It looks like his creative choices really paid off.

Kent: And in third place, receiving the Ithildin medal: Frodo Baggins.

Susan: He was the favorite going into this competition, but I guess he just didn’t have what it took.

Kent: Well, it’s been a great day in Middle Earth, and we hope you enjoy the rest of the Middle Earth Olympics.

Susan: You know, when I was a Ringbearer–

Kent: Oh, just drop it, Susan.


Later in the broadcast:

Kent: Breaking news concerning today’s Ringbearing competition. Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, and Samwise Gamgee have tested positive for illegal drugs. They will be stripped of their medals.

Susan: It looks like the Silmaril medal will go to Gollum, awarded posthumously.

Bravo!

Right. I have a feeling this is going to attract a VERY limited audience. But we’ll see if there are any fans out there.


BAGGADDER*

Starring Rowan Atkinson as Frodmund Baggadder (FB) and Tony Robinson as Gamdrick (G).
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FB: Ugggh.

G: Aw, what’s wrong Mr. B?

FB: I might be able to answer that question, Gamdrick, if it weren’t broader than a balrog’s backside. But I will try to put aside the fact that I’m continually short on cash, I have two young cousins who are inebriated weed-smoking carousers, and I seem never to have a bevy of females at my beck and call, and concentrate on this moment’s overshadowing annoyance.

G: Oh. You mean me?

FB: Gamdrick, if you believe yourself to constitute an overshadowing annoyance, I’m afraid you’re developing an oversized ego. You are something like what a bad case of boils is to a leper—potentially troublesome if one didn’t have the somewhat larger problem of deteriorating like a five foot nine pile of mashed potatoes in a typhoon of acid rain. But this brings us back to the problem in hand, and, incidentally, it is in hand. I refer, Gamdrick, to this ring.

G: Aw, Mr. B—I’m flattered and all but you’re really not my type.

FB: Gamdrick, no creature with even a primordially developed ancestor of the cerebellum is your type. You’re only hope for an equal intellectual partnership in this life would have to come from forming an alliance with a particularly primitive variety of sponge. Though if it came down to an all-out battle of wits, a betting man would have to stake his lot on phylum Porifera.

G: Ah, see, I knew I’d win!

FB: God, if only I were a betting man… But still—even if I had been lucky enough to wager a fortune on something as certain as your stupidity, it still wouldn’t solve the problem of this blasted piece of out of date jewelry.

G: Wot, you mean that ring again?

FB: I hesitate to say it, but precisely, Gamdrick. You see, no sooner do I get my feet up and my pipe filled, hoping to have one day positively idiocy-free, then who do you think come gallivanting up the drive like some enamored oliphaunt in ballet slippers?

G: Aw, Mr. B! You saw an oliphaunt!

FB: Gamdrick, I will spare myself the agony of explaining the definition of the word “simile,” and save that task for some day when I want to see you head explode with attempts at comprehension. Anyway, it was that bloody Gandalf doing the gallivanting. He prances up, as giddy as an elf who’s just come out of the closet, and lands me with this dashed nuisance of an heirloom.

G: I dunno—it looks rather pretty to me.

FB: Ah yes, in the same way the face of a young hobbit lass looks pretty before she’s threatening you with marriage.

G: Wot, so the ring wants to marry you?

FB: Gamdrick, stop trying to think. I can feel myself losing brain cells with every sentence I hear out of you mouth. But that aside, the problem with this ring has nothing to do with matrimony of any kind, though it is nearly as horrible. It seems this bit of tawdry finger-wear contains the spirit of the most powerful evil in all Middle-Earth, and the only way to stop him from resurrecting himself and laying everything we know and love to waste is for me to pop on down to some place called Mordor and chuck the bloody thing in a volcano. Which, of course, I haven’t the slightest intention of doing.

G: …Don’t worry, Mr. B! I have a cunning plan!

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Well done!

And the audience for Black Adder around here is anything but limited!

If Richard Curtis and Ben Elton had teamed up to write The Lord of the Rings, I imagine it would go something like this:

Lord Frodo Baggins (staring at the ring as he ponders his situation): How the blazes did I ever allow myself to get talked into this gawd-awful dangerous mission? Dispose of this ring in a volcano that’s located in Mordor, the most dangerous place on the planet? If only there was some way I could get some cash out of this situation, then it would be worth my while.

Samwise: Don’t worry, my lord, for I have a cunning plan!

Lord Frodo Baggins (rolls his eyes): Oh, gawd! Sam, I don’t question your loyalty as my servant and as my gardener, but your so-called ‘cunning plans’ never amount to anything more than pathetic stupid ideas that no one would ever salute if we ran them up a flag pole.

Queen Galadriel: Frodo! Where’s my present?!

Lord Frodo Baggins: Uh, your present, Your Majesty?

Queen Galadriel: I WANT A PRESENT! GIVE ME SOMETHING NICE AND SHINY! Or I’ll give YOU something shiny, and it’s called an AX!

Lord Frodo Baggins: Well, uh, uh –

Queen Galadriel: What’s THAT, Frodo?! (points to the ring that Frodo unsuccessfully tried to hide from the queen).

Lord Frodo Baggins: This? Oh, nothing. Just a ring. A mere cheap trinket. Not worthy of Your Majesty, I assure you.

Queen Galadriel: I WANT IT! Give it to me, Frodo!

Lord Frodo Baggins (resigning himself to doom): Oh, gawd. Yes, Your Majesty.

Samwise (sadly): There goes the quest.

I just read your Wayne’s World version, too, Amy. LOVE it! Great stuff! I’m new to this message board, and this thread is the best one I’ve come across. 33 pages long and counting. Gawd, it’s going to take a while to read all of it, but I’ll take my time to fully enjoy all of it.

Great stuff, people! You’re so witty! I love it!

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I think Scott Adams would be impressed with this one! Love it!

That was great! I had forgotten about that animated show from a while back. It was at its funniest when Stewie kept trying to blow up the world.

Pippin: Wot about second breakfast?
Merry (whispers to Pippin): I don’t think he knows about second breakfast.
Pippin: INCONCEIVABLE!

(a snippet from if the author of The Princess Bride wrote LotR)

LOTR a la “The Six Million Dollar Man”:
Frodo Baggins…a Hobbit barely alive…
Gentlemen,we can rebuild him…we have the wizardry…we can make him better than he was before…better…stronger…faster.
(Cue clip of Frodo running at super speed across Mordor and pitching the ring into Mount Doom.)
The Six Thousand Gold Piece Hobbit

Pretty good. I also liked Mugwump’s Fellowship for Dummies which you can find on page 29 of this thread.

Just finished reading Paparush’s It’s A Wonderful Ring - Frank Capra. LOL! It’s on page 25 of this thread in case you missed it.

I haven’t read through all 33 pages of this totally kick*ss thead yet, but has anyone done a Gilligan’s Island version of this? If so, what page is it on?

Pretty darn good for a first post! I like it.

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