Chapter one of A New Rope.

Sad disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or Star Wars. Or Exxon. Or Ford Thunderbird cars. Or LEGOS, Nintendo, Arrowhead Water, Hewlett Packard, Seaborgium, Prentice Hall Publishing, Timex, or McDonalds.

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A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...

WAIT! ERASE THAT! WRONG STORY!

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Around this time, in Washington state...

Wet. The one word anybody ever used to describe Tattoo Greens. Tattoo Greens, a small farming county on the East Side of Washington, was rainy all year, except winter. How anybody ever discovered a farming technique for that climate, I'll never know. Anyway, that brings me to Duke ShyLocker. Duke lived on his uncle's farm in Tattoo Greens. (A/N I don't quite remember where R2-D2 or C-3PO came, so here they are!) Duke had two pets - R2-Pichu and C-3Murkrow. C-3Murkrow could talk in many languages but R2-Pichu could only say, "Pichu!! Pichu!!!" One day, Old "V-1" Can of Bees (A/N I couldn't think of anything!) sent for the Duke to come. He told the Duke that they needed to go to Small Exxon. (A/N Aledraan... Small Exxon...) They stopped for a drink at a cantina, meeting Don Molo. Don Molo supposedly owned the "Fastest Hunka Junk in Washington", a 1964 T-Bird.

Dumb story, I know, but please don't flame me... (OR I'LL POUR A VAT OF MOLTEN HOT SEABORGIUM ON YOU!)