Pippin sat at a long table with about 20 other contestants. Pies of all shapes, flavors, and sizes were laid out of the table in front of each participant. The goal of the contest was to eat as many pies as possible before the end of a minute. Each member had a friend "spot" them; their job was to hand them new pies and count how many were finished. Sam volunteered to spot for Pippin and Frodo volunteered for Fatty, despite Merry constantly calling Frodo a traitor.

Merry massaged Pippin's shoulder as he spoke. "Ok Pippin, we are gonna beat Fatty, just remember what I told you." He stated.

"Pippin took some deep breath and looked at the strawberry pie in front of him. "I love Strawberry." He smiled.

"That's all good Pippin. Now, don't take your eyes off your food, you'll get distracted." Merry stated as he gave a mean look to Fatty who was giving him the same menacing look. "You are a lean, mean, eating machine. Crush him, turn him into manuer." Merry then stated.

Pippin looked at the pie and smelled it. "You think I will get a blackberry pie too? I love blackberry."

"Yea, yea sure. And a Lemon meringue as well." Merry stated before continuing on. He looked at Fatty and glared. "You met your match this year buddy." He growled.

"We will see Brandybuck. Pippin can't eat his way out of a paper bag." Fredeger grinned.

Pippin then looked up at Fatty and glared. "We shall see, I haven't eaten in two days and you have never seen a hungry Took before." He grinned.

"He's right. When a Took hasn't eaten in two days, you need to run for the hills." Merry laughed. Pippin grinned proudly. "I have been known to eat an entire smial full of food in the matter of an hour."

Sam and Frodo looked at each other. Just listening to this conversation was making them both Hungry. "Ok, lets stop the talk and focus on the job at hand." Frodo smiled as he placed an apple pie in front of Fredeger.

Once everyone was settled down, Mayor Whitefoot appeared again and looked out at the table. He smiled though his face shown a bit of eagerness to get the race over. He wanted to relax, not play politician all day. "All right Lads. The Hobbit who eats the most Pies in one minute wins. Now let us not forget the rope!" He chuckled.

Just then, Sam took a piece of rope that was handed to him by Mayor Whitefoot and tied Pippin's hands around his back. Merry moved out of the way to watch the competition. Frodo then took his rope and did the same to Fatty. After all the Hobbits participating were sitting and tied, The Mayor looked once more in silence and then he took a small bell. "You may...BEGIN!" At that, the bell chimed and all the hobbits lunged into their pies as fast as they could.

Cheer filled the entire contest area. Merry jumped up and down cheering Pippin on. Pippin tried not to listen though; he was focused on his pie. Strawberry, cream, and piecrust covered his face as he ate all the way into the dessert. He ate as much as he could before calling to Sam to fetch another one. Sam did so and placed a blueberry pie in front of him. Pippin then dug in again, munching, chewing and gobbling through the sweet blue mixture. He felt confident he was in the lead.

Just as Sam gave Pippin his second pie, Frodo was handing Fatty his. The two were indeed neck to neck as the others were finishing their first pies. Though some were eager to win, they were not as obsessed as Pippin and Fatty had been. These two had been competing verbally about the contest for weeks so they were determined to win.

"Come on Pip!" Sam nudged on as he had an Apple pie standing by for the young Took. Pippin finished the blueberry and felt himself started to drag when the Apple pie came.

"Come on Pippin! You're a head of him, you can do it!" Merry cried over the other cheering Hobbits. Pippin became encouraged by the words and started in again. Fifty seconds into the came and Pippin and Fatty were tied with five pies each. As Fatty was finishing the last of his fifth, Sam gave Pippin his soon to be sixth; a cherry pie full with cream and sugar. Pippin felt sick, he couldn't eat it. He shook his head "no."

"Come on Pippin, One more and you will beat your Record and beat Fatty. One more bite, come on." Sam encouraged. But Pippin couldn't do it. He looked up to Fatty who was looking at him with an evil, triumphant grin as he finished his pie.

"Five more seconds!" Mayor white foot called. Pippin looked at the pie. No! He couldn't touch it, he would explode. Freddy sat up at Frodo brought him his last; his sixth pie. He was about to jump in when Pippin got all his strength and fell headfirst into the pie, collapsing with exhaustion.

"TIME!" Mayor Whitefoot exclaimed.

"Pippin!" Merry called as he lifted Pippin's head out of the pie and too everyone's surprise, the Took had a mouth full of Cherry Pie and he soon swallowed it.

"That's six pies for Peregrin Took!" Sam yelled victoriously. Merry and Frodo cheered joyously as Mayor Whitefoot pinned a blue ribbon on Pippin's shirt. "Congratulations Lad, that was some good eating!" He laughed.

Pippin moaned and got up but just as he was about to leave, Fatty grabbed him and shook his hand. "Wow Pippin, I didn't think you could pull it off! Good for you! I will have to work harder to beat you next year." He laughed.

"Next year?" Pippin asked in weak shock. His face, or what could be seen through all the dessert, was turning a bit pale.

"Hey Pippin, you ok?" Frodo asked as he came up to Sam, Merry and the others. He handed both Pippin and Fatty a few wet cloths to wash their faces with.

"Oh, I am fine Frodo, just...I...Excuse me!" He blurted before running down to some bushes behind a tent. The other four hobbits all laughed to themselves. "Do you think they disqualify you if you bring the pies back up?" Merry asked with fake fear.

Frodo laughed. "Well, I think Pippin got his just desserts." He laughed. The others joined in.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I need some Food and nothing Pie related." Sam smiled.

"I'm with you Sam wise." Frodo said and at that, the group walked off to the food tents for a nice large first supper.