"Uh-Oh"

Disclaimer: Neither the elves, nor Laurel and Hardy are mine, I'm just borrowing!

My second fic. Please review!! I need the input!!

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"Aaaaand action!" The director shouted as Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy began a new scene for their latest movie.

Carefully executing their rehearsed bumble, Stan tripped, falling into Oliver and pitching them both down a "manhole." Both were surprised to find themselves landing on soft springy grass in a sun dappled forest, instead of a cushion. Slowly, they gathered themselves, looking around them. They froze as they saw several human figures - with pointed ears! - pointing dangerous looking arrows at them.

"Well," Oliver said to Stan, attempting to relieve the tension, "this is another fine mess you've gotten us into."