*singing rather loudly* Oh you can search far and wide! You can drink the whole town dry! But you'll never find a root beer so brown, as the one we drink in our home town! You can keep your fancy sodas, you can drink em by the liter! But the only drink for the brave and true, comes from A&W!!

Pippin: Erin, what are you doing.

I'm drinking root beer and singing!

Merry: That kinda sounds like the song Pippin and I sang after the Ents attacked Isengard.

It is! I just changed it a bit *hiccups*.

Pippin: How many root beers did you drink?

Um, about twelve. *vibrates*

Merry: Twelves cans!?

No, *hiccup* twelve two liter bottles.

Pippin: If you can't beat em, join em! I'll have my own.

Ok, here you go.

Pippin: Thanks.

Merry: Oh what the Heck *takes his own two liter bottle*

Let's sing the song now!

Merry: Ok!

Pippin: Oh YoU can SEARCH far AnD WIDE!

Merry: YOU can DRINK ThE WHOLE ToWn DRY!

BUT YOU'LL NEVER FIND A ROOT BEER SO BROWN,

Merry: BUT YOU'LL NEVER FIND A ROOT BEER SO BROWN,

Pippin: AS THE ONE WE DRINK IN OUR HOME TOWN,

AS THE ONE WE DRINK IN OUR HOME TOWN!

Pippin: YOU CAN KEEP YOUR FANCY SODAS!

Merry: YOU CAN DRINK EM BY THE LITER!

BUT THE ONLY DRINK FOR THE BRAVE AND TRUE!

All: COMES FROM A&W!!!!

Pippin: HEY HO TO THE ROOT BEER I GO!

Merry: TO HEAL MY HEART AND DROWN MY WOE!

RAIN MAY FALL AND WIND MAY BLOW!

Pippin: BUT THERE STILL BE MANY MILES TO GO!

Merry: SWEET IS THE SOUND OF THE POURING RAIN!

AND THE STREAM THAT FALLS FROM THE HILL TO PLAIN!

Pippin: BETTER THAN RAIN OR A RIPPLING BROOK!

Pippin and Erin: IS A MUG OF ROOT BEER INSIDE THIS TOOK!!

Merry: AND BRANDYBUCK!

Frodo: *walks in* What are you guys doing?

Pippin, Merry, Erin: *looks at each other* DRINKING ROOT BEER!

Frodo: Ok. . .

Pippin: Come join us!

We're so high on sugar!!

Merry: Here's your own two liter bottle.

Frodo: Oh, ok. Thanks.

Let's sing another song!

Pippin: What song?

That's What Bilbo Baggins Hates!

Merry: Ok!

Frodo: Blunt the knives, bend the forks!

Merry: Smash the bottles and burn the corks!

Pippin: Chip the glasses and crack the plates!

All: THAT'S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!

CUT THE CLOTH, TREAD ON THE FAT!

Frodo: LEAVE THE BONES ON THE BEDROOM MAT!

Merry: POUR THE MILK ON THE PANTRY FLOOR!

Pippin: SPLASH THE WINE ON EVERY DOOR!

DUMP THE CROCKS IN A BOILING BOWL!

Frodo: POUND THEM UP WITH A THUMPING POLE!

Merry: WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED, IF THEY ARE WHOLE!

All: SEND THEM DOWN THE HALL TO ROLL!! *dance around humming* THAT'S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!! *laughter*

That was so much fun! *hiccup*

Frodo: Theeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeee'sssssssssss aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnn. . .

Pippin: What is he doing?

I don't know.

Frodo: . . . inn, there's a inn, there's a merry old inn, beneath an old grey hill!

Merry: And there they brew a beer so brown the man in the moon himself came down one night to drink his fill!

Pippin: Oh! I get it! The hostler has a tipsy cat, that plays the five string fiddle!

AND UP AND DOWN HE SAWS HIS BOW, NOW SQUEAKY HIGH! NOW PURRING LOW! NOW SAWING IN THE MIDDLE!

Frodo: NOW THE CAT ON HIS FIDDLE PLAYED HEY-DIDDLE-DIDDLE, A JIG THAT WOULD WAKE THE DEAD!

Merry: HE SQUEAKED AND HE SAWED AND HE QUICKENED THE TUNE!

Pippin: WHILE THE LANDLORD SHOOK THE MAN IN THE MOON!

"IT'S AFTER THREE HE SAID!"

Frodo: NOW QUICKER THE FIDDLE WENT DEEDLE-DUM-DIDDLE, THE DOG BEGAN TO ROAR!

Merry: THE COW AND THE HORSES STOOD ON THEIR HEADS!

Pippin: THE GUESTS ALL BOUNDED FROM THEIR BEDS AND DANCED UPON THE FLOOR!

THE ROUND MOON ROLLED BEHIND THE HILL AS THE SUN RAISED UP HER HEAD!

Frodo: SHE HARDLY BELIEVED HER FIERY EYES!

Merry: FOR THOUGH IT WAS DAY, TO HER SURPRISE!

All: THEY ALL WENT BACK TO BED!!

Sam: *walks in* What the Mordor are you guys doing in here?!

Pippin: Ah Sam, language!

We're drinking root beer and singing! *hiccups*

Sam: It's two in the morning!

Merry: Yeah we don't care.

Frodo: Have some root beer! *gestures to the giant pile of root beers behind the hobbits*

Sam: Ok whatever. With your racket I won't be able to sleep anyway.

GUYS I JUST GOT A GREAT IDEA!!

Pippin: WHAT IS IT!?

IT'S AMAZING!!

Merry: WHY ARE WE SHOUTING!?

Frodo: I DON'T KNOW!!

ROOT BEER FLOATS!!! *runs off to go get ice cream*

Sam: I've got a bad feeling about this.

Merry: You say that a lot.

Sam: I'm thinking about adopting it as my new catch phrase. There'll be ample opportunity to use it around Erin.

Pippin: True.

I'M BACK!! Here's a gallon for you, and a gallon for you, and a gallon for you, and a gallon for you Sam, and a gallon for me!

Sam: This is going to be a long night.

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I don't know why that question mark decided to go there, but I'm letting him stay.

So, the answer to my last riddle last chapter was . . .

Wait for it. . .

Drumroll. . . .

FIRE!

This chapter was inspired by root beer. :)