Sam was busy in the garden when suddenly, a cry broke the morning silence.
Sam, being a duteous friend and gardener, dropped his clippers and rushed towards the house. Having left his sword at home, he grabbed a bread knife from the kitchen as he passed.
"I'm coming, Mr. Frodo!", Sam cried, running towards where Frodo's voice was coming from.
Panting, he burst into the bathroom, bread knife raised high, ready to save his master.
His searching gaze came to rest on the toilet seat. There sat Frodo, reproachfully pointing at the empty roll of toilet paper.