"Someone has taken our parking place! That was our parking place."
The stakeout was taking its toll on poor Smeagol, who had just finished his tenth Krispy Kreme and stubbed his fiftieth Chesterfield into the auto's ashtray. Where were those damn Hobbits? They'd gone into the Prancing Pony what seemed like days ago, and all Smeagol's sources said they had...It with them. Wherever...It was, trouble would surely follow...
ha! I suspected LOTR was the prequel to Gremlins.