war of the dwarves and elves!

[Glenburne]

I doubt it, but they may accept them!

*baby Elf laughs, gurgles, and spits up again*

 

[Copperfox]

Zella, yes you do owe us. Complex, massive underground construction costs more than ANY kind of tents. But we do accept pennies.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

Zella, yes you do owe us. Complex, massive underground construction costs more than ANY kind of tents. But we do accept pennies.

fine; fire your money for our tent repair and we'll fire the money for your tunnel repair, at the same time.

 

[Copperfox]

Since we Dwarves negotiate in good faith, we are now firing our payment to you.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

*fires payment in form of pennies*

 

[Zella]

I doubt it, but they may accept them!

I hope they expect them, cause it seems that's what they're getting!

Zella, yes you do owe us. Complex, massive underground construction costs more than ANY kind of tents. But we do accept pennies.

Do you know how many tents I've had to set up?

 

[Copperfox]

The number of Elves needing to be lodged, EVEN multiplied by several massive losses of tents, still does not excel the cost of housing our number of Dwarves in caves which mostly had to be dug out artificially and then furnished. Nonetheless, thanks for the pennies; we can use the copper for electric wiring. But now, since there is supposed to be a comical war on....

We launch at you several hundred used Beany Babies.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

*rolls giant snowball down a hill at the dwarves camp*

 

[Glenburne]

*baby Elf loves the used Beany Babies*

 

[Copperfox]

Our reprogrammed Balrogs are directed to immerse themselves in the giant snowball. It melts, and they are cooled down, so they can work on some cave projects for us without scorching everything they touch.

Our next barrage at the Elves is more vicious: we fling our entire collection of Milli Vanilli records. If you don't know who Milli Vanilli was/were, they were an Eighties male singing duo who turned out not even to BE singers--they lip-synched everything from recordings really done by studio singers!

 

[Zella]

*Throws used napkins at the Dwarves*

 

[Copperfox]

~ ~ Dwarves collect the used napkins to use as tinder in fireplaces; not much in the way of dry leaves to be found in deep caves

~ ~ Dwarves launch copies of a remarkably whiny country-western song from the Fifties: "Don't thaayyyy know, it's the IIIIIND of the wurrld?"

 

[Zella]

No, I didn't know it was the ind of the wurld.

 

[Glenburne]

~ ~ Dwarves collect the used napkins to use as tinder in fireplaces; not much in the way of dry leaves to be found in deep caves

~ ~ Dwarves launch copies of a remarkably whiny country-western song from the Fifties: "Don't thaayyyy know, it's the IIIIIND of the wurrld?"

The baby Elf doesn't care about the whininess; aren't all country songs from the 50s remarkably whiny?

The Elves play "Baby Doll" from one of the Sons of the Pioneers' CDs--loudly. And put in their ear plugs.

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

*plays Pirates of the Carribean theme music to drown out whinny music*

*shoots bowling pins and tennis rackets at the dwarves*

 

[Sopespian]

The baby Elf doesn't care about the whininess; aren't all country songs from the 50s remarkably whiny?

The Elves play "Baby Doll" from one of the Sons of the Pioneers' CDs--loudly. And put in their ear plugs.

The Telmarines play the Telmarine National anthem. Over loudspeakers. As loud as a jet taking off.

 

[Mrs Gil-Galad Took]

Me and my Hockey Clan enter

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

The Telmarines play the Telmarine National anthem. Over loudspeakers. As loud as a jet taking off.

*asks if colonial vipers would be so kind as to take off and drown out that hideous noise* (colonial vipers are spaceships and louder than jets. Oh what now?!)

 

[Mrs Gil-Galad Took]

HOCKEYERS.............ATTACK!!!!! *Kick 10.000 pucks*

 

[Mozart the Meerkitten]

HOCKEYERS.............ATTACK!!!!! *Kick 10.000 pucks*

who are you attacking?!?! *ducks just in case*