A/N: So, in honor of school getting out, here's my first fanfic attempt. I wrote this story a while ago, and truth be told, it's pretty bad. That being said, I would really appreciate any reviews you guys have for me. (Except for flame - I already know this story is bad, tell me something I don't know!) I am aiming toward the grand total of... 1 review! I would love more, but I don't think this will get noticed that much.

This is basically an AU where everything is LEGO. Emmett Johnson, a kid actor, is just being a semi-normal celebrity kid, when all of a sudden, his life turns upside down. (Hint hint: They're from a different LEGO universe.) How will he deal with it? How many characters can I bring back from the dead? How long will it take for someone to break the 4th wall (multiple times)?

All that, and more, will be answered in the course of this story. So, let's get on with it!

When Emmett walked into his dad's shop, he immediately spotted the suitcases, battered and worn, leaning on a display case. Since the store was full, and no one seemed to be immediately claiming the packages, he paused in his task of carrying a half-size industrial engine and wondered which customer was headed on the road this time. The graying old man in a business suit, walking with a fast clip and grabbing some snacks? The mom with three crazy kids, ordering some car toys? The little old lady with her tiny little dog buying dog food? Well, probably not the last one. She was always at the store buying dog food. That little dog must have been ready to explode from being overstuffed.

Emmett pushed the thought out of his mind. He didn't have time to worry about old suitcases and overstuffed dogs. Today was Friday, which meant that as soon as he finished moving supplies, he could go with his dad to the junkyard and pick out some spare parts. His dad's store—Boxes of Boxes—sold a little of everything, but specialized in replacements and add-ons for anything. Car? Check. Smartphone? Check. 50 year-old 24 karat gold one-of-a-kind watch? Double check. His dad, Box (what else would his name be? Tim?) was a retired boxer, and now brought in a tidy income with the store. He had never really talked about his fighting years, but he was always adamant that they were behind him. As Emmett watched, Box himself emerged from the back of the shop and grabbed the suitcases.

After setting the engine on a shelf, Emmett ran up and asked, "What are you doing with those?"

"Well," Box answered, "I actually have to go to a boxing convention to show my support. Not to fight, of course, but yeah. I tried to get out of it, but it's expected of me. I'll be gone for three days. The Sultan will come tomorrow to watch you."

"Dad, why the Sultan?" Emmett whined. No one was going to run his Friday, especially not the Sultan. "He is extremely mean to me! I need to obey every order he gives me, and he makes me do everything for him. Is there anyone else who can watch me? Or better yet, can I come with you? Where is the tournament, anyway?"

"No one else is available except for your grandma, Emmett. You know how she can't run the store, and she babies you. The convention is in California, and you can't come. I'm sorry, but you have to be awesome about this for me. Right? Everything is awesome? Yeah? Yeah?"

Emmett rolled his eyes. Ever since he starred in the live-action movie The LEGO Movie, his dad had made lame jokes about it. Really, Dad. The movie plot was weird anyway. He had to be an idiot, and then not an idiot. Still, he did like Wyldstyle (who really was named Wyldstyle) and was friends with Benny and Unikitty. He was sort-of friends with President Bizness and Batman, but they were usually too cool to bother with him. He had also developed his building skills greatly. Anyway, the movie itself was dumb, even though people seemed to love it. It had been the best movie of the year (not to Emmett; Star Wars all the way) and the actors had become very popular. That was the most confusing aspect of it all; Emmett's face was almost completely expressionless on screen, and he was a horrible actor. They even painted over his freckles and no one noticed! Emmett always shooed away the paparazzi, but it had become more challenging as time went on. Now the Sultan would tease him about the movie and get on his nerves. Great. Now all he needed was a whoopie cushion to sit on.

After Box made dinner that night, he left to get on the plane to California, warning customers to stock up on stuff so they wouldn't have to go to the store with the Sultan there. Emmett knew that the Sultan had been a rival of Box for many years, and Box didn't really like him. The Sultan was only called in when situations were desperate, which meant his dad was really worried over something. He didn't want for anyone to have to deal with the Sultan while he was gone. The little old lady was the last to leave, along with five huge bags of dog food. Emmett played a Star Wars video game before going to bed, since this would be his last chance before becoming dominated by "the Empire". He didn't sleep well that night, and had strange dreams full of weird people. Why couldn't he go to California with his dad? Now that he thought about it, Box never mentioned the names of his conventions or the tournaments that he had participated in. Was there something that Box was hiding?

When the Sultan came the next morning, he stood in the doorway of the store, trying to look noble and awesome, but only succeeded in looking really stupid. He had an ugly, flabby face, like the Emperor, and was probably the laziest person on the planet. He probably worked out about once a century, and usually sat in a chair, covering himself with whipped cream. For some reason, he also had a really good tan; his only good quality. Emmett had no idea why his dad thought that the Sultan would be a good replacement while he was away. Bracing himself for the inevitable, Emmett stood and waited for the Sultan to notice him.

When the Sultan caught sight of Emmett, he sneered at him. "How are you, Emmett? Is everything awesome?"

When the boy didn't respond, the Sultan shouted at Emmett to make him a cappuccino with jelly beans in it. Then Emmett had to scrub the whole shop with a toothbrush and reorganize all the spare parts (and there was a lot of spare parts). True, the shop did need to be cleaned, and the junk was getting a little messy, but a cappuccino with jelly beans? Really? Why clean every inch of the shop with such a tiny brush? Why organize every single bolt? Box couldn't get back sooner. What was he even doing at a boxing convention? He had never been asked to go to one before.

When two arguing people came in, Emmett hurriedly ran up to them. Before he could speak, one of them elbowed the other and they resolved their argument without noticeably talking anything out. They looked at Emmett, who nervously stated, "The assistant manager is being a pain in the butt. If you value your sanity, please leave."

The shorter guy started, apparently not having heard the last statement. "What do you mean, assistant manager? Not the….Oh. That's why Box sent us in. Kid, you need to come with us."

"What? You think I would believe two random guys claiming that my dad would tell you to get me? Dad would tell me first!" Emmett know he was rambling, but he didn't care what these potential kidnappers thought of him.

The tall guy checked his watch. "And… now!" Just then, Emmett's smartphone buzzed. When he picked it up, he saw that his dad was calling. "Dad! What is it?"

"Hello, Emmett. By any chance are there two guys in weird clothing wanting you to come with them? Yes, it is okay to go with them. They will bring you with them to a special place. Bring all your stuff with you; you won't be back for a very long time! I'll meet up with you as soon as possible, so just stay with them." Emmett blinked, then ran upstairs and packed some stuff, such as his cash, a pillow, and the Piece of Resistance, for some reason. Tearing a piece of paper from his builder notebook, he scribbled a note for his friends and left it on his table, using code words so no one else could figure out what he was writing. He ran down to stuff it all in his dad's car, which had a single seat, could be driven extremely fast, and was portable. Emmett hoped he could bring it along.

When he got downstairs, however, he saw the Sultan, holding a black thing, blocking the way. "Where are you going, Emmett? Are you bored already?"

"Um, my dad reminded me that I have, uh, soccer practice in half an hour. His, uh, friends came to pick me up," Emmett answered, silently cursing for telling such a bad lie.

"Oh, Emmett. Trying to get the drop on me, eh? Well, you're not going anywhere." The Sultan pointed the black thing at Emmett, who realized it was a gun.

Emmett screamed and backed up, thinking, This is the worst day of my life, and; Before he could finish the thought, an explosion of light filled the empty space. Once he blinked the spots out of his eyes, he saw the Sultan, chopped in half, like Darth Maul, lying before the feet of the two guys; who were holding real lightsabers.

When Emmett got his senses back, he stared at his saviors, who were now grabbing his stuff and placing it in the back of their thing in the courtyard of the shop (how had he not noticed it before?). One of them walked up to Emmett and smirked. "Hey, kid. Sorry if that scared you back there, but the Sultan's big fat tan behind was getting crabby. We had no choice. I'm Han Solo. That's Luke Skywalker over there."

All Emmett could stammer was, "You aren't a Jedi, though!" Of course, he suddenly thought, Han was supposed to be gray-haired and dead now, anyway. He wasn't. Luke was supposed to have a beard. He didn't have one. "Never mind. Hey, remember my dad's car!"

Han laughed. "That isn't a car, kid. It's a minispeeder, but Box would hide that from you, wouldn't he? Come on, get in the ship. We have a long journey ahead of us."

Emmett frowned. "You know my dad? Why wouldn't he tell me that the Star Wars galaxy is real? I mean, since Dad called me at the perfect time, it makes sense that you would be in touch with him. I trust you because of that. But… whaaaaaaat? Can't my dad trust me?"

Luke sighed. "This'll sound extremely confusing. Remember how your dad used to be a "boxer"? That whole time, he was actually in the Star Wars galaxy, helping us save the universe. In fact, he was the one who helped relay information between us and George Lucas, so Lucas could try and inform people about never letting a Sith take control. Your dad couldn't tell you because he didn't want you to be put in extra danger. Box actually left to go and see George Lucas and warn him that he wouldn't be coming back, and to protect people against the Sith. When Box realized that the Sultan was actually being influenced by bad things, he called us in to get you out of here. He decided that it was time to reveal this to you. Sorry that we had to kill the Sultan. That was disturbing, and life doesn't have filters. We had hoped for a more… low-key way to tell you, but he wasn't giving us a lot of options."

Sirens started to blare, and the two Jedi looked at the door. Han grimaced. "Long story short, Box was going to tell you soon, and bring you to the Star Wars galaxy, but the timetable had to be sped up a little bit. We're going to have to leave now, before the police find my ship. Are you ready?"

Emmett took a deep breath. "Heck, yeah. Star Wars, here we come!"

Han shook his head. "Oh, man, this is gonna be a long flight."

If that was a little unclear, don't blame me. This story has been acted out by me and my siblings a million times, and this is always how it goes. Hopefully it will clear up for you later! There are going to be 14 other chapters, so if nothing clears up, just tell me that I need to change something. Seriously! Give a review if you want questions answered, I will respond to every single one! Unless it's flame. I just ignore that.

Well then, see you next chapter!