A/N: Seeing as how I am lacking any inspiration whatsoever for my REAL Star Wars stories, I decided to just write a bunch of random little one-shots since a few times before that has helped me to get ideas for stories I need to update.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, as I am not George Lucas, but I do sincerely apologize for all the things I've put his poor characters through. Like Mace Windu. Poor guy. I really tortured him.(Only people who have read What Jedi Masters Do In Their Free Time will know what I'm talking about.)
Summary: An ornery Obi-Wan taunts allergic Yoda with garlic.
Where's The Garlic?
Master Yoda was just about to say something inspired and backwards when he smelled something. A split second later, he sneezed violently.
It couldn't be... he had give strict orders! Garlic was never allowed near him, and everyone knew that! Anyone going near him was to be searched by the security guards first. Maybe they had misunderstood his order...
There he sat, on his little chair, meeting with the Jedi Council, and he was sneezing every second or two. The first few sneezes were ignored, and Mace Windu tried to say something, but after a little while the entire Council just turned to stare at the little green being who was sneezing like he was trying to dislodge an organ or something.
"Garlic," he said, gasping for breath.
"Garlic?" Someone asked, incredulous. Yoda didn't respond, he simply sneezed again, scratching through the hidden pockets of his cloak for a hankerchief. He whipped out the hankie just in time to cover his nose. He heard someone snicker.
He glared at the members of the Council over his hankie, but they all looked innocent. Then he saw it. The toe of a boot, sticking out from behind Mace Windu's chair.
"Out, come, you rascal!" Yoda barked. Mace Windu quickly looked behind him and saw Qui-Gon Jinn's Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi kneeling there, garlic in hand.
He grabbed the neck of the boys cloak and roughly pulled him from his hiding place.
"Do this why?" Yoda asked, sneezing again.
"Throw that garlic out." Mace Windu ordered. Obi-Wan tossed it into the lap of one of the members of the Council, the farthest from Yoda.
"Er..." Obi-Wan stood nervously, his face turning red with embarassment. "You see, Master Yoda, someone told me that you were allergic to garlic, and I said that wasn't true, and they insisted that it was, and then they dared me to test it, and see if you really sneezed..."
Several members of the Council rolled their respective eyes as the Padawan continued to babble on, justifying his actions.
"...and I'm sorry." He ended, hanging his head and toeing the ground with his boot.
Mace Windu looked over at Yoda, who nodded.
"In punishment for this prank, Padawan, you shall clean all the floors in the immediate area. You will be given a rag and a bucket of water and you'd better have them clean by the end of the day."
"But, Master Windu, there are several rooms in the immediate area! And..." Obi-Wan babbled, wondering how Master Yoda and Master Windu had come to an agreement on punishment without even talking.
"And, you will wear a necklace of garlic for the next three days, so that you can see how unpleasant the smell can actually be." This was accompanied by a slight lifting of the corner of Mace's mouth, revealing some sort of sadistic humor.
Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose in disgust. He himself hated garlic. It was really nasty. The taste was horrible, but he didn't care for the smell either.
He opened his mouth to argue again, but Yoda held up a silencing hand.
"Yes, Master." He trudged out of the room, kicking himself for not listening to his friend about Yoda's allergy.
Yoda sneezed one final time and put his hankie away, then began his inspiring and backwards sentence that he had been about to say before the entire ordeal. The Jedi Council leaned forward a bit and listened to him talk.
A/N: Yes, very random, I know. And weird. And... just odd.