Obi-Wan Trapped In a Box I do not own Star Wars by Valdemort

This is NOT sequel to Palpatine Gets Mad which is a sequel to Valdemort Gets Mad which is a sequal to When Harry Potter Meets Star Wars. Don't worry, they're all really short and like one page long. Soooo, not long!

One Shot

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.

Obi-Wan whined, he couldn't find his lightsaber and he was stuck all alone in this horrible cardboard box.

What was he ever going to do? His lightsaber was somewhere in this box. Somewhere, hidden from his Jedi tricks and senses…worst of all, he was mad because he didn't have his nap or his chocolate chip cookies. He began to bang and scratch against the box, yelling. "HELP ME, OBI-WAN KENOBI, YOU ARE MY ONLY HOPE." He stopped, thinking, hey wait a minute…I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"That's my line." Leia said, coming in the room. "And I'm tired of you. You were always so perfect…now I've found your weakness! Being trapped in a cardboard box…I don't know how I came up with this, considering the fact that it's completely random. I guess I just had a feeling you couldn't escape from one, I guess…Anyway…"

Anakin came into the room. "Hello, Master."

Obi-Wan sat indian style, giving up. "What? Anakin- I thought you went to the Dark Side? I thought you were Darth Vader?"

"Oh…I changed my mind." Anakin said.

"Good to hear, Daddy." Leia said and began hugging her father.

Ewww…get this ugly daughter of mine off of me. He thought.

"DADDY." Someone yelled coming in the room. "I was just watching this movie and you sliced off my hand! Owww. Why'd you slice off my hand?"

"What are you talking about? You're hand is obviously still here and won't still be here if you continue to be annoying like Jar Jar! Are you sure you aren't Jar Jar's son instead?" You are hideous like him, too…anyway… "Plus, you're grounded! You shouldn't be watching movies."

"But Dad!" He whined. "I was only watching one. Can I go somewhere that you won't let me go? Please? Please? Please?" Whine. Whine. Whine.

"No. Go away. Go jump into a pit of monkies or something, you should of died in child birth." Anakin mumbled.

Leia smiled, "Ha ha. Dad likes me more. He thinks you should die."

"I think you should, too. Stupid Leia." Anakin rolled his eyes at his daughter.

"Excuse me; can you let me out of this box?" Obi-Wan kicked the box.

"No." Leia yawned, walking out of the room. "You're mister PERFECT. Find a way out yourself."

Anakin laughed, "HAH! Master, you are that slow aren't you? I don't understand why you have to train me, maybe I should train you on how to get out of a cardboard box!" Anakin lost all interest in the concept of Obi-Wan being trapped in a small TV sized cardboard box and left the room, too.

"Oh. Well, I would be in there to whine with you but I don't think I can take any more of my stupid whining myself so I think I'll go sleep or something just so I can leave the room and the author can end this story. Good luck getting out of that box, though."

"…Um…"