Gary is out walking in the a part of the Shire he hasn't been down for quite a while. The sun is bright and high in the cloudless sky, the air is lazy and warm. Small flying insects fly around annoying Gary intensly. Paying as little heed to the midges as need be, he notices out of the corner of his eye, the old clubhouse. He hasn'y been there for a long, long time. Wandering over he hopes the old gang are still there and, more importantly had they had any news of Bagcrumble, whom Gary hadn't seen since the duck went off a chicken.
As he gets closer he sees the front door is off one hinge and flayling gently in the breeze. Cob webs cover the porch. He stops. To his dismay he realises the place has been abandoned. 'Too bad' he thinks and wonders over to the very window that Kit Baggins once carefully poured a cold cup of tea onto him out of. And peers in. The place is empty ramshackled a gang of cochroaches where assembled near the fireplace, appearing to make plans. Just as he was about to turn away and go he notices a bottle sticking out the side of the sofa and decides to investigate. He goes in.
The air is not as bad as he thought, the constant breeze has kept it kind of fresh. So he sits down and picks up the bottle. 'A half full bottle of vodka' he exclaims and pours himself a drink.
'Aahh I remember this place'
As he slowly gets drunk, and more incoherrent, he reminiscences.
'Trying to convince Elbereth to eat a special muffin

'
'Taking Truor down the offy'
'All that trouble with the place burning down '
'Legoman's guitar'
'Wink murder'
Gary promtly falls asleep.