High up in the forest canopy, the twin Tree Frogs Smuggle and Duggle angrily pined for their lost Poem. "They stole it from us!"
"Nasty Elveses and Dwarveses and Lizardses and Wyrmses, Wyrmses - oozy, disgusting, smelly Wyrmses dwelling in the armpits of the Earth."
"They burgled away our Precious Poem and left us to starve! How could we catch Flieses and Skeeterses and Minnowses without first lulling our prey to sleep with the Precious?!"
"We couldn't. So we'll teach them all a lesson, won't we? Yes."
And the brothers took turns with a woodsaw, cutting a very large branch, gleefully saying in unison, "Let's see how you like our Hunger Games!"
When the hollowed out limb hit the ground and exploded into pulpy splinters, out flew an armada of black and orange---
"MOARDER HORNETS!" cried Jaragorn, startled awake by the crashing noise. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
Total mayhem and chaos ensued.
"Don't let them get the Donkeys!" Eerowyn exclaimed. "Or my father will have a Cow!" And then she thought, Ohh! Miniature Cows! Why didn't I ever think of that before?!
Lunalass shot numerous arrows at the marauding vespa mandalorians
to no avail. "Their armor is too thick!" she hollered amidst their insufferable droning.
Cool Dude Merry had no time to compose a song. Instead, he beat them away with his guitar, while General Summdir punted several in the thorax.
"Head for the river!" commanded Ahavarwen.
DUGlo thought he had outrun the murderous creatures. Stopping to catch his breath, he suddenly found himself cornered by Smuggle and Duggle. Their plan all along had been to divide and conquer!
"Filthy Bagginses! Ribbet, RIBBET! Give us the Precious!" they demanded and grabbed at The One Poem ™ hanging from a chain around the Glowyrm's neck.
DUGlo yelled, "NOOOooooooooooooooo . . ."
And the neck of the woods he escaped into went silent.