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"ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

"Did you hear that?!" Luke asked, jumping from his seat to the sound of the blood-curdling scream he'd just heard.

"I sure did, kid!" Han nodded as he also got up. "It sounded like the princess!"

"It sounds like she's in trouble!"

"Imperial troops must have boarded the ship to attack her!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Luke used the force to pull his lightsaber into his hand. "We gotta go rescue her!"

"Right! Let's go, Luke!"

The young farm boy and cocky smuggler darted out of the cockpit and charged through the Millennium Falcon. They followed the sound of Leia's loud shrieks. Luke ignigted his lightsaber while Han armed himself with his blaster.

"HELP MEEEEEEE!"

"Hang on, Leia!" Luke called. "We're coming!"

The dynamic duo reached the door which Leia's cries were coming from behind. It slid open as they raced into the room beyond. They braced themselves with their respective weapons, ready rescue the princess and take on any Imperial troopers attacking her, when-

"CHEWIE!" Han hollered, his face filling with shock over what he saw. "LET GO OF THE PRINCESS!"

The Wookiee lifted his gaze from behind an outraged Leia to face his best friend. "Rawr!"

"I've told you a thousand times, fuzzball; those are not cinnamon buns! It's the princess's hair!" Han snapped. "Now take it outta ya mouth! Drop it, boy!"

Reluctantly, Chewbacca pulled his fangs away from Leia. The princess groaned with disgust as she wiped saliva away from her hair, which the Wookiee had been tugging on with his fangs.

"You really need to get a collar and leash for that walking carpet, flyboy!" she muttered to Han, walking stiffly out of the room.

"Y'know, Han," Luke said, turning off his lightsaber. "She's not wrong if you ask me!"

"Yeah, well I didn't ask ya, kid!"

"Rawr!" Chewie growled.

"Yes, I know you're hungry! You're hungry all the time! But no matter how tasty it looks, you cannot eat the princess' hair!" Han pointed a finger disapprovingly at his animal companion. "Bad Wookiee!"

Leia was still angrily trying to fix her ruined hair as she made her way through the Falcon's corridors, passing R2-D2 and C-3PO.

"Excuse me, Your Royal Highness?" The golden droid instantly sensed something was wrong by the young girl's expression. "You look troubled! Is everything alright?"

"Go get scrapped, 3PO..." Leia muttered bitterly, leaving the two droids behind in the middle of the corridor.

"Oh my!" 3PO exclaimed, offended by what Leia had said to him. "What did I do?"

R2 gave a baffled whistle.

"It appears the princess is having a bad hair day! "3PO lower his gaze down to his blue companion. "It has to be all your fault!"

"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep!"

"Don't use that disgusting language with me, R2-D2!"

The end.