The clouds were out today. They billowed in the beautiful blue sky. Qui-Gon, Tahl, Clee, Obi-Wan, Bant, and Garen were all lying on their backs in one of the Temple's many gardens. They knew the clouds and the sky were computer generated onto a screen. But one could imagine it was real, couldn't they?
"That one looks like a muja muffin, don't you agree?" Garen pointed out a fluffy one.
"You sound like Reeft," Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "I think it looks more like protein pellets."
"Now it looks like a heart," Bant sighed as the fake winds changed it.
A moment later, Obi-Wan gagged. "Now it looks like Qui-Gon and Tahl kissing! You see the hair- and the faces?"
"Tahl's got a big butt," Garen remarked, momentarily forgetting said Knight was there.
"What?" Tahl screeched. She sprang to her feet, Clee right behind her. "Garen Muln, how dare you?"
"GAREN, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE FORCE HAVE YOU BEEN DOING LOOKING AT TAHL?" Qui-Gon roared above all of them. Garen was too terrified to speak.
"He was talking about the cloud!" Obi-Wan wailed.
"It's true!" Bant flung her hand to the ceiling- to the kissing cloud. But it was too late; the simulation had already turned to something resembling a pony.
"Not very funny, Garen." Clee shook her head of red curls. "Now apologize to Tahl."
"He was talking about the cloud! It made Tahl's butt look big!" Obi-Wan cried in defense of his friend.
"Listen," Qui-Gon said; his voice down. He was still seething and gesturing wildly. "That cloud is a pony- no wait, it's a pony-"
"-Jackass," Obi-Wan couldn't help himself.
Tahl was glowering despite her blindness, Clee was fuming, and Qui-Gon was… dumbfounded. Were the Padawans suffering from artificial lighting stroke? Or maybe they were just typical thirteen year olds who couldn't hold their tongues.
Alright, then. He could play this game.
He motioned for Clee and Tahl to sit back down. Catching on, they began to look at the ceiling.
"My, that one looks like Obi-Wan's face when he's motion sick!" Qui-Gon shouted so the whole garden could hear.
"That one is Garen licking a tree!" Tahl volunteered.
"And there are all three of them in a pool of hot sauce!" Clee cried.
Bant rolled her eyes. "Really not funny, guys."
But the older Jedi were rolling on the ground with laughter.
"I don't get it." Garen said blankly. The Masters laughed harder. Obi-Wan squirmed uncomfortably. A small crowd was gathering, and he was sure half the Temple could hear them.
Then something occurred to him. It was just a simple computer program- it all went in cycles. That meant if they waited long enough…. Tahl's butt would come up again!
"Look, how big Bant's nose is on that cloud!" Qui-Gon mocked.
"Yeah, hilarious." Obi-Wan managed a grimace and stared unblinking, at the sky. Any moment now…
And then it came. The marvelous fluff of embarrassment: The Kissing Cloud.
---
Meanwhile, in the computer room:
Mace chuckled and took a bit of his burrito. He sped up the program so the kissing cloud would occur more often. Nothing was better than watching Masters and Padawans get in trouble. Except maybe Zora. Or video games. Or cookies.
My last humor fic before I go on hiatus for a while. So, I hope you enjoyed it. And if you didn't; that's cool. I haven't really been in the mood for humor, so my heart wasn't into it. Lotsa crap going on. *sage nod* So… review?