Hello humans and other life forms! This idea just came to me, and I decided to write it down. Then, I liked it, so I just decided to post it on Fanfiction! Enjoy!
Oh yeah, Star-Mart is like a cross between Walgreens and Wal-Mart.
Right, I need to say the disclaimer-
Anakin: since you involved me with fangirls, can I say the disclaimer?
Firecracker: Sure.
Anakin: Yay! Firecracker does not own Walgreens, Wal-Mart, Star Wars, or The Happy Song.
Firecracker: Not bad, my apprentice!
Anakin: My apprentice? MY APPRENTICE? I'M OLDER THAN YOU!
Firecracker: Yes, but I have more experience with saying the disclaimer.
Anakin: YOU-
Firecracker: Calm down! Remember: happy good, anger bad, that's your philosophy!
Anakin: Right. I'm really special 'cuz there's only one of me! Look at my smile I'm so…
Firecracker: While he sings that, let's move on…
Anakin had entered Star-Mart to buy milk and bread for himself, and tea and chocolate for Padme. He saw a sign that said "HOT NEW JEDI POSTERS HERE! GET YOURS TODAY! TWO FOR $5! $3.99 FOR ONE!" Most of the posters were of Anakin in random romantic locations.
" I don't remember being on a tropical beach…" Anakin muttered under his breath. Suddenly, he saw a sight so horrifying it turned the blood in his veins to ice. It wasn't a Sith Lord. It wasn't an army of MagnaGuards. It wasn't Mace Windu singing "Bad Romance". It was…
"AHHHHH! FANGIRLS!" screamed Anakin in sheer terror. Well, he didn't scream aloud – that would draw much unwanted attention. But he screamed inside his head, anyway. Sure enough, eight teenage girls were clustered around the posters. They were clad in strapless mini-dresses, miniskirts, tank tops, short shorts, stiletto sandals, and heavy makeup. Their very words paralyzed Anakin with fear.
"Ehmagawd, he is, like, totally dreamy!" said a blonde.
"OMG, IKR! He is soo cuh-yute!" squealed a brunette with a braid.
"I'm, like, gonna buy, like, four!" exclaimed a third she-demon. Anakin knew if he didn't act fast, he would be eaten alive. Frantically, he raced around the store, searching for anything that could be of use. A moment later, he was wearing mustache-nose glasses, a baseball cap featuring the name of a beer he didn't know, and a red scarf with a Hawaiian print tied around his mouth. He snatched the items on his list as quickly as possible, paid, and raced out of the store…only to bump into Yoda.
"Much fear I sense in you, young Skywalker!" Yoda exclaimed, pointing his gimer stick at Anakin accusingly.
"Master Yoda! I had to run away! There were… there were… FANGIRLS!" Too traumatized to speak any more, Anakin continued to put as much distance between himself and the Star-Mart as possible. Yoda, on the other hand, simply said
"Fangirls? Oooh!" With that, he quickly hobbled over to the flock of lip-glossed monsters and gave them what he thought was a winning smile.
"Hello, ladies! Like to meet a real Jedi, would you?" The blonde took one look at him, wrinkled up her nose, and said disparagingly
"Ehmagawd, eww. I did nawt ask for a wrinkly green tennis ball."
"Hey, you're a Jedi, huh? Be useful and get me an autograph from Anakin." The brunette said disgustedly.
"While you're at it, get my mom one from Obi-Wan!" piped up another blonde.
Yoda fumed and hobbled away.
Hope y'all liked that! BTW, The Happy Song is on YouTube. Look it up if you are not familiar with it. Anyway, in case you couldn't tell, this is not related to my other stories. It is only a one-shot. I should be updating my longer stories soon!
Have a nice life!
