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"Lu-uke!" called Aunt Beru from inside the house. "Come here. The droid's done it again!"

Luke sighed. His droid, R2-D2, certainly was quite a handful. He quickly ran into the house.

"Luke, if R2D2 goes onto Mr. Vader's property again, he's going to call the police!" complained Beru. "And they'll take him away!"

Luke rolled his eyes. There was no police on Tatooine, since it was a remote desert planet, run by Jabba the Hutt.

Aunt Beru looked at him expectantly.

"Fine." he replied, deciding not to bring up the subject of not actually having police. Besides, Mr. Vader said that every time Artoo went on his property. "I'll make sure Artoo doesn't go on Mr. Vader's property again."

The Next Day

"Lu-uke! Come here! The droid!"

The Next Hundred Days

"Lu-ke! The droid!"

The Day After That

"Lu-ke!" called Aunt Beru for what seemed like the hundred and second time. Luke sighed. He never got to do anything anymore. Work on the farm, drink blue milk, blow up the Death Star, blah, blah, blah.

Luke came into the house. The first thing he noticed was a man in a creepy black suit. He screamed, almost falling backwards.

"Luke," said Aunt Beru nervously. "This is Mr. Vader. He's here to come take R2-D2 away."

"No!" cried Luke. "He can't! Oh, Aunt Beru, you won't let him, will you?"

"Of course not, Lukey-Wookie Ruffle-Poo." said Uncle Owen, just coming in.

"If you don't hand over that droid," threatened Mr. Vader. "I'll force you to read all the Twilight books."

Owen and Beru apparently were not Team Edward or Team Jacob, so they quickly pulled out a basket.

"Here, Luke." snarled Uncle Owen. "Put the thing in the basket already."

"Right." said Beru quickly.

"Now you're seeing reason." Mr. Vader said, probably smirking under his mask. Except Luke would never know because Mr. Vader didn't take off his mask. Ever. Luke wondered how he ate, since, apparently, you could only survive a month without food.

Mr. Vader took the basket with R2-D2 in it, and ran for his ship, all the while cackling madly.

Poor little Artooie just screamed the whole way.

"Ugh." sighed Beru. "I need earplugs."

Luke sat in the chair outside the house, trying to think of a way to get Artoo back.

"Have a little heart, that's all." said C-3PO, a farmhand. He held out a small heart-shaped sculpture.

"What you really need is courage." said Han.

"Nah." said Leia, another farmhand. "He just needs a brain."

"Artooie is gone, and you guys don't care!" yelled Luke. "I'm running away!"

And he did.

"Good." said Beru. "Now we can take all his stuff. I call the earplugs!"

Meanwhile, Luke was in the middle of the desert, when he came across a sign reading: "Jar Jar Binks's Fortunes."

Now why there was a sign in a middle of a desert, Luke had no idea. He did, however know, that the answer to life, the universe, and everything was forty- two.

"Come in!" said a creepy-looking Gungan in a brown robe. "Meese Jar Jar Binks! Meesa muy, muy, muy annoying! Who is yousa?"

"Sorry." Luke told him, walking away. "No hablo espanol."

"Wait!" cried Jar Jar, clearing his throat. Luke didn't even look at him. "How rude!"

Suddenly, a mysterious sandstorm suddenly appeared in the middle of Tatooine.

"Oh no!" cried Beru. "Get in the storm cellar! Quick!"

Everyone got in the storm cellar, except for Luke, who wasn't back yet from running away.

"Whatever." said Owen, noting the absence of his young-ish step-nephew. "More room down here now!"

Luke managed to stumble into the house. "Auntie Beru?" he called. "Where are you?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept him off his feet, and he knocked his head on the table.