In Disney We Trust!
A Star Wars Spoof
By Hugomatio (A.K.A. - Marly_Hugo35), bugsbunny7117, AND MANY OTHERS!
You know the spiel, I do not own Star Wars, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, The Stormtroopers, The Lion King, Mickey Mouse, Any References To Kingdom Hearts, or the Death Star, these are all copyrights of their respective companies. As this is a spoof things are going to happen in extremely bizarre ways and totally different from the story line.
This spoof in particular is taken from a roleplay the people listed above and I did over Neopets. Now on to the participaters...
Marly_Hugo35 (Me) - Darth Vader and the Emperor (After Bugs left and all of the second day) (Also several minor characters such as Dr. Fragglehorn, Timon, Pumba, Scar, King Mickey)
bugsbunny7117 - Emperor Palpatine, The Chef, Simba
So, with all that stuff covered on to the story... please rate, comment, stuff like that, and cue the scrolling words of explanation...
STAR WARS
In Disney We Trust!
It is a dark time for the Disney-Verse. Recent tampering with
the Death Star Vr. 78.2843's Main Reactor have turned
it into a portal to the Worlds of Disney. This on it's own is not a terrible occurrence, but
the fool who did the tampering was none other then Dr. Fragglehorn.
After the portal was created the doctor fell into the portal,
magically transporting him to the Disney Worlds where he could reek havoc
and cause mayhem and such. But who can save
the Disney characters? What could-be heroes will risk their lives to save Disney?
Well, there you are asking the floating text once again, I DON'T KNOW! Got it? Good!
We join our could-be heroes as they prepare for heir next great journey. What
new surprises lie in store as they search for their rogue doctor?
Oh, I just gave who was going to search for him, dang it! Well,
you would have found out in the second paragraph or so anyways so... it's o.k..
And now on to the story at hand...
"That's that," Vader said as he placed the puce folder into it's spot in the long filing cabinet that jutted out from the wall in his room. The file, labeled, The Disney Affair, slid easily into place between two folders labeled, Cinnamon Buns Over Bespin and The Battle Of The Windex, "The Disney Affair is finally over. You know the rules, it never happened, never will happen, and unless Sam does do something stupid again, no one will ever know that it could happen." "How was I supposed to know that I wasn't supposed to dig through your personnel files and read them over the intercom?," Sam said as Vader shoved the cabinet back into the wall forcefully, locked it, and then swung the Hello Kitty picture back into place over it. If looks could kill Vader's would have had Sam on the floor in ten seconds, "Yes, how were you supposed to know," he retorted pointing to the list of rules on the wall on which read, "DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THESE FILES OVER THE INTERCOM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!" "Now, let's head down to the Toon Cave to see if we can find Fragglehorn," Vader said as he pushed a button beneath the head of a Hello Kitty Doll and the bed slowly started to descend.
The Emperor and Chef, who'd been sitting there quietly on the bed, both tucked their feet up underneath them for the ride. To be frank the Emperor was more than a little excited. The Escapades had been quite the adventure in and of themselves (Not to mention that they received rave reviews in that weeks copy of Teal Star Tribune), but to go to one of those worlds! What wonders awaited them he wondered. The Chef as well was excited, what wonders indeed? And what sort of foods?...
Vader then took a running dive onto the bed followed by Sam who landed atop him like he was some kind of throw pillow. A loud "WHOOOSH!" sound followed the attack as every last particle of air left Vader's lungs. Throwing the Pa Guy off, taxing though it was, took only a few minutes and then they both sat cross-legged on the bed as it slowly made it's way into the Toon Cave, "Steven I never asked how we managed to afford the creation of an entire lair beneath the throne room, but I feel that now might be the time to explain why my credit card now has a twenty thousand credit debt."
The Emperor simply stared at Vader, "Vader my dear, dear, deary, dear apprentice. Would I ever do that to you?," he asked batting his Chef looked at him skeptically from behind his helmet, "Uh yeah, duh."Steven stared at him with a look that could possibly burn into his soul. (After all, who knows what secret powers Sith Lords have that can not be used on mortals for fear of revealing them, therefore really making the powers useless in reality. But we can dream, can't we?) The Chef took no notice, and turned to Vader, "So What do you think it's like at Disney Castle?" he asked excitedly.
"If you didn't do it, then why is my credit card number written on the back of your wrinkled wrist in black ink?," Vader asked as the bed jolted to a stop and the blast doors in front of them opened to reveal the Toon Cave. "I don't know, I imagine there will be magical Disney creatures running around everywhere, and everything will be slanted and off balance, like a fun house," Sam replied as he stepped off the bed and ventured into the lair. Taking a seat at a large computer he began typing in information, "I feel like Batman." "Eh, your more like Robin, but if you don't get out of my chair you'll end up like a canary in a poisoned mine shaft," Vader said as he flung the PA Guy from his perch and took over control of the computer, "Opening Reactor Blast Shield." "PLEASE ENTER PASSCODE!" Vader glanced to his left and right cautiously before typing, "I-M-A-B-A-R-B-I-E-G-I-R-L." "PASSCODE… I'M A BARBIEGIRL ACCEPTED!" "Your fantastic, eighty percent plastic…," Sam sang before he was suddenly overcome with a coughing fit.
The Emperor had immediately begun to frantically try to clean off his wrist, though he did take time out of his floundering to point and laugh at the fallen P.A. Guy. "Ha! Sucks to be you Robin!"The Chef on the other hand offered Sam help getting up, "Aww, it's Ok Sam, you know what that means? You get to lead the Teen Titans?" he offered to perk him up.
"THE TEEN TITANS STINK!," Sam shouted back at Chef as he took his hand and got up, "All they are is a bunchy of whinny..." "See, told you you'd fit in just fine," Vader said as the two large bay doors opened to reveal the glowing core of the reactor, "As for you Steven, don't laugh, your more like Bat-Girl." "I'm sorry Chef," Sam then said as he dusted himself of and glared at Vader.
The Chef waved it off and headed towards the reactor, stopping before he actually got there figuring this might be one of those dramatic walking in a line into the stargate sort of moments...though he was half afraid the Emperor was just going to shove him through..."Hey!" the Emporer crossed his arms, "What does that make The Chef? Alfred?"Hey! Alfred Rules!"
"At least Alfred knows how to cook, Mr. LOOK-I-Made-Tacos, three minutes later, I became Mr. LOOK-A-Toilet!," Vader said as he stood up and took his position between the Chef and Sam as the picture of Disney Castle flashed on the monitors around the lair and Vader hooked his new utility belt on. "Vadarang… check. Vader-hook… check. Mechanical breathing apparatus… check. O.k., let's get this show on the road!"
The Emperor, far to excited about the adventure to come to continue the argument, bounded to his position and looked at the formation they'd taken. "You ready" He said to Vader.
"As I'll ever be," Vader whispered as he cracked his mechanical fingers, forgetting, of course, that they were metal and a result creating a horrible crunching sound followed by the sound of several small electric sparks. "Always carry a spare," he replied as he removed a replacement hand from the belt and attached it, "Now, into the wild purple afterglow." He then smeared black war paint across the sides of his black mask before stepping into the reactor where he was overcome by a flash of purple before his face smacked off of something hedge like. Little did he know, that he had continued walking straight through the portal and into a hedge at the far end of the courtyard they had just arrived in. "My helmet, my beautiful helmet," he cried as Sam tried to pry him from the tangle of branches.
The Emperor followed suit and managed to make his way through the hedge, and was about to go help Vader, except for the fact that at that very moment, his own cloak became hopelessly entangled. The Chef tried to help him out and looked over to Sam, "Some first impression! Our leaders get stuck and we've got to help get them out." He sighed, "Although, with this one at the very least...what else is new?"
"Of all the...," Sam said as he drew back a blood stained glove, "YOU B!T ME!" In his anger, the PA Guy then consented to haul the bedraggled Sith Lord from the hedge and toss him to the ground before the hedge replica of the castle in the court yard's center. "How could I? I have a full face mask on!," Vader retorted as he scrambled to get up. "I DON'T KNOW! YOU'RE A FRICKIN' SITH LORD YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE SOME WAY TO…. 10, 9, 8,7, 6,5,4...," Sam shouted before he slowly calmed down.
The Chef and Emperor stared at Sam's hand, he was indeed Bleeding...but Vader couldn't have bitten him...At any rate the Chef rushed over and pulled a napkin out of his pocket to tie around Sam's hand, "Good gravy are you alright?The Emperor went over to his apprentice "...Vader...How...what? I mean I knew this place was gonna be crazy but...what?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Sam said before a laugh sounded from somewhere in the courtyard. Suddenly a black shape jumped from the balcony onto a hedge, kicked off of the wall, and landed before the group, "Good to see you all again," The King said as he threw his hood off. "The King! I gravel at your feet my luge," Vader said as he bowed before the mouse. "IT'S GROVEL! And LIEGE!," Sam exclaimed.
The Emperor facepalmed I knew I should have gotten him a dictionary instead of that computer game for Christmas. He looked up, (Or down rather, for although the Emperor is short he is not nearly as short as King Mickey.) "Good morning Sire, good to see you again as well," he said trying to sound official...it needed a bit of work, he hadn't needed to use his chancellor manor in a Chef bowed before the mouse king, "Good Afternoon Sire."
"Good Afternoon," Mickey replied as he too bowed, "Now, follow me to the Audience Chambers and we'll discuss this Dr. Fragglehorn of yours." Vader stood up straighter as he fell in line beside Sam as they followed the king around some hedges and up a flight of stairs into a hallway with a pair of gigantic doors in the middle.
The Emperor and Chef followed, impressed the entire way. Steven spoke, his words echoing off the walls around, "Wow...and we thought the Teal star was impressive.. well...I mean, the delivery of supplies and paints are a bit of a disaster but you know what I mean..." He said looking around, forgetting he was trying to look professional entirely, "This is, AWESOME!"
"Thank you, you'll find we're a little lacking in weapons of mass destruction, but we enjoy the little castle quite thoroughly. Although, you really should see the underground swimming pool," The King said as he stopped before the large door and knocked twice on the blue painted door. Suddenly, a normal sized door opened in the left door and the King walked through followed by Vader and Sam. Words can not begin to describe the beauty of the room inside.
The room was flanked on both sides by roman style columns that ran until the far wall, which consisted of two panels before alcoves that held statues of Goofy and Donald. A large red tapestry, the same color as the red carpet that ran along the middle of the room to the throne, hung above the throne, imprinted with the classic Mickey Mouse symbol. The King led the way up to the throne.
The Emperor, for the first time in a long, long time, had no comments. He was stunned, no thoughts came to his mind that he was holding back, not the slightest noise came from his throat. To be short he was in awe. The Chef also remained silent, taking in the room, the tapestry, the pillars, and the way the king acted as though it were all perfectly normal. Steven had put it right. It. was. Awesome
"OMG! THRONE!," Vader exclaimed as he ran ahead of the King, slipped on the red carpet and slammed into the throne rather unceremoniously. Sam facepalmed as he rushed to the Sith Lord bowing and muttering apologies to the King as he passed, "Vader, every time! Can you just once, not embarrass yourself in front of the dignitaries?," he said as he helped the Dark Lord up.
The Emperor also facepalmed, "Vader, I thought it was the ice, but you seem to just have a knack for running towards thrones, slipping and smashing your face into them all on your own. The Chef walked up beside the old man, "Well to be fair sir you have a natural talent for making a fool out of yourself don't you?""Well yeah but...HEY!"
Sam couldn't help but snicker a bit at the thought of the Emperors recent fiasco's. "Thank you Sam, I can take it from here," Vader said as he dusted himself off. Even the King snickered before he took a seat in the throne and clapped his hands. Suddenly, four pairs of walking brooms brought four red plush chairs out and set them up as the group sat down, "Now, what of this Fragglehorn?"
The Emperor sat himself down into one of the Chairs and cleared his throat, "Well Sire He's sort of a rouge...he...he's sort of...insane...but not like the rest of us insane, or even crazy escapades crashing jester-man insane...more like.. Dr. Frankenstein insane with just a hint of Gene Wilder, and a peppering of Mel Brooks." He said illustrating with his fingers.
"Oh! And a tiny love for the theatrical, like the Joker, but the Joker sprinkled with Jim Carrey and Robbin Williams, and Tom Cruise," Vader said as he the image of a sundae appeared in his head, "Mmmmm, chocolate..." "Good job Steven, you've got him hungry again..." "I see...," Mickey said as he nodded solemnly, "He's been wreaking havoc in our worlds. Experimenting with the character's, Scar thinks he finally killed Mufasa, but it was that darn Doctor experimenting with the wildebeests... He messed up the entire plot we had intended." "You mean Mufasa wasn't supposed to die?," Vader asked. "No, but man did it kill at the box office, paid for this throne, and that column," the King replied as he gestured to a random column.
The Emperor flailed a bit, "WAIT! Are we talking The Seventies Joker, or the Heath Ledger Joker cause... I mean...How scared should we be?"The Chef had been paying more attention, "Woah, so...what was REALLY supposed to happen? If... If Mufasa didn't die then…," he trailed off, "...Dang..." The Chef would probably never look at that movie the same way again…, "More importantly how can we help?"
"Heath Ledger," Vader said flatly, not looking away from the King as he continued. "I can not say what was meant to be, but Mufasa met his end far too soon, you know, hearing Vader's voice reminds me of him..." "Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot, now what can we do to help?" "VADER! You don't talk to a king like that!," Sam protested as the king chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You must hunt him down."
The Emperor tilted his head oddly alright, but how are we going to track him down and...Didn't we See Mufassa like two weeks ago? The movie's been out for years, what is he like...exiled from his own world?" The Emperor had always sort of wondered what happened when you died...he looked around half expecting Obi-Wan or Yoda to appear behind him. He gulped and looked forward again just in case.
"No silly, that vile Doctor triggered a butterfly effect when he did that daterdly deed. The ripple it created, destroyed all memory of the original Lion King and replaced it with the new version. Mufassa was alive mere weeks ago, but Fragglehorn's actions were fated far before his actual death. I should have seen it coming when the memories changed," Mickey said as he shook his head, "as for finding the doctor, I can only provide you the generalities of the world he resides on. Once there you must act quickly to destroy him before he escapes. No doubt he has developed an inter-world transport system." Sam gasped at this news, "But if he can journey from world to world at will, how can we possibly destroy him?" "With our super awesome ninja pirate/powers of course," Vader boasted.
The Emperor looked to his apprentice amusedly, "Never mind the force," he said leaning over and shocking him right between the eyes, "OK, So we go in, we find him before he messes up anything else, and we capture him and take him home again, sounds simple enough."The Chef shook his head though, "I don't know. Remember, we have a hard time doing that on our own turf…"The Emperor shook his ancient head, "True, but hey, we get to be INSIDE the Disney worlds...At very least it should be fun right Vader?" he asked, his smile getting huge on his wrinkled face.
Vader spazed as the electricity coursed through his eighty percent metal body, "The power of the Force, is insignificant next to the power of the Ninja/Pirates," he said as he stopped twitching and turned to Chef, yes, but there are slippery floors on the Teal Star, try slipping on dirt and grass." "So many worlds, treasures untold, probably as many as Steven is old! What would I give...," Sam sang as he stood up and started to skip around the room. "We are NOT taking him to Atlantica," Vader said as he too stood up, "And think of the characters..." "If the matter is settled, you'll find a gummi ship under the Hedge Castle in the courtyard," the King said as he too stood up and then rushed off through the door.
The Chef stood up and leaped for the sky, "A REAL SHIP!" he cried, remembering their disaster with the Dream Machine. Although he had gained a new pet from that adventure, and he did love Quasimodo dearly...he paused for a moment considering that he was actually in the Disney Castle thinking that and laughed out loud before fallowing the King and Emperor who'd already started moving.
Vader followed closely behind followed by a still very giddy Sam who stamped his foot down on Vader's cloak and squealed in delight when the Sith lord stumbled forward, out the door, and over the railing into the hedge garden below, "I hate you Sam," Vader muttered from the hedge sculpture of Henrietta Cow. "SORRRRY!," Sam called as he jumped after his master and missed the hedges, landing in a tangled heap of white plastic armor mere inches from the hedge castle.
The Emperor found the Gummi ship easily enough and stared at it for a moment. Slowly he stepped forward towards it an ever so carefully he reached out a hand towards it. /I wonder what it tastes like.../The Chef Grabbed his wrist and shook his head at the old coot, "I know what you're thinking. Just. Don't."The Emperor drew his hand back and glared at the Chef. Unfortunately he could never do anything to the man because he was the best cook he'd ever met...and he'd helped introduce them to this fiasco way back during the kitchen fire episode...so he simply Chef smiled knowing that he was one of only three men that could hold their position indefinitely...aside from Vader of course but that was a given. Vader, himself, and Wilkins didn't have a care in the world. They were virtually invincible.
"Thank you Steven, for freeing me from that tree of a cow," Vader said as he boarded the ship and threw a branch out the door as Sam ran up. The branch, well aimed of course, knocked the troopers feet from underneath him and caused the trooper to tumble into the ship, "Payback sucks, doesn't it?" "Pfft," Sam spat getting up and taking a seat as Chip and Dale appeared on the monitor.
The Emperor, sitting in the back, as he'd learned to do after several failed attempts at steering...and a couple reprimands from Vader, flailed and pulled his hood over his face, "GIANT CHIPMUNKS!" The Chef watched, amused, and took a seat in the back also, rejoicing again in his mind that they were in a REAL ship, one that wouldn't randomly start falling out of the sky. "So where're we goin'?"
"Prepare for launch," Chip said as Vader took his place at the steering wheel and started the engine, "VROOOM!" "Hold on tight, we're dropping you...now!," Dale said as the ship jolted slightly and Sam yelped in terror, "Hehe, actually now!" With that the bottom fell out from under the ship and it fell down a good ways before it caught itself and took off into the darkness of space.
The Emperor dared to look out again, "Oh Whew." He patted the seat, "Much better than the Dream machine, Eh Vader? So like Chefy said, where are we headed? Did the king or the chipmunks tell you?" He couldn't wait to see what sort of grand adventures a waited them, and just where they were going to start.
"Actually the auto-pilot is on, I was kind of hoping..." "Good day young adventurer, welcome to The Gummi Ship XLV, now before you go about trying to decipher those Roman Numerals and finding out how many of these brightly colored death traps we've been through before this one, let's lay down a few basics. This gummi ship will take you to many worlds, no it is not made of jelly, Jell-O, or marmalade, and no it does not double as a snack should you get hungry. Thank you, you are now on course."
The Chef turned to the Emperor and even through the helmet the Emperor knew he was getting a look, "I was hungry alright!"Silently the Chef handed him a Emperor took it quietly and began to munch on the delicious French bread. "So I guess we just see where we end up huh?"The Chef looked out the window at some of the passing words, "Looks like it..."
"Thank you for flying Royal Airways, where every mouse is treated like a king," the voice within the computer chimed as the Gummi Ship stopped suddenly in front of a large world that consisted of a giant rock and an elephant skeleton, "Welcome to the Pride Lands, in twelve seconds we will transform you and beam you down to the surface."
The Emperor leaned forward, "Vader...What does it mean...'Transform'?"The Chef's eyes went wide inside his helmet, "Well sir...three guesses.."The Emperor turned to him, "Well...I know what it means but I mean...Oh shoot!," he said flopping backwards and letting his hood drop over his eyes. He didn't know if he was going to enjoy being an animal...on the other hand he'd never tried it...
"I don't know, but I better frickin get to be Optimus Prime if it means what I think…" "And here WE GO!," the computer sang as a loud ding sounded and the cockpit was filled with a flash of green light followed by a flash of white. "Thud, thud... thud," came the sound of Vader as he fell to the ground in a mismatched heap of paws and fur, "I already don't like this." "Please, at least you have paws," the small white bird that was Sam squawked in response from a large tree.
The Emperor's head hurt "Oh- Ow, Oh Force. Good Grief...What was that...Hey wait a second I Can't feel my toes!" A wrinkly old zebra stared down at his hooves, "I DON'T HAVE ANY TOES!" He said clopping about wildly. He suddenly flopped his striped rump to the Savannah's floor, "I think I need a hug.…"The Chef, a foot or so away, slowly stood up, a white lion now, "Wrong movie sir."Palpatine stared at him, "At least I'm not a Law Suit, Kimba!The Chef looked down at his furry self, "Well...this is ironic..." He Shook off, oh well, He looked around, "Hey look it's Pride Rock!," he said pointing with his nose.
Vader turned to look, only to find that his black mane had swung around to obscure his vision. A trill then sounded from Sam who took to the skies as he led the was towards the large rock, "Come on Vader, I'll lead." Vader then took off after the bird, only to find that he had four left paws and couldn't walk a straight line to save his life, which, by the end of the day, might be on the line.
The Emperor was also inferably wobbly, because he not only was used to walking on two feet, but also used to having ten toes to aid his balance. He fell several Troopers it appeared were having an easier time than their superiors that day, not only had they avoided the bush, (Sam had done so twice) but Sam could now fly, and the Chef, thanks to years of crawling around playing the Bantha when Spencer was little, was managing alright on all fours. Though it was to be sure an odd experience. "Where in the movie do you guys think we are?," he asked, glancing around.
"For me it is a deep personal loss. So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. Yet, out of the ashes of this tragedy, we shall rise to greet the dawning of a new era...," said a voice from the other side of the bushes. "Does that answer your question?," Vader asked as he tried to peak over the bushes. "I must say, I could get the knack of this flying thing..." "Shut up Sam."
The Chef glanced around, "Oh no..." he caught sight of Sarabi and frowned as he watched a tear drop down her muzzle. "Awww...I hate this part...good music though…"The Emperor halted in his tracks, "Ummm...guys...I just realized something...I'm the prey now..." He glanced around nervously, not really realizing that everyone would be far to depressed to eat him at the moment.
"Just keep quiet and don't...SQUAWK!," exclaimed Sam as Vader stepped on his tail. "I think that now might be the time to... RUNNNN!," Vader shouted as he turned on his paws and took off away from Pride Rock, "When I said I needed to exercise more, this is not what I meant..." "Who are you trying to fool, your idea of exercise is walking to the other side of the room to get another soda."
The Chef also turned to flee, "Would you two just SHUDDUP AND RUN!" he said loping away, "You'll probably want to save that breath so you don't get eaten!" The Emperor was running too...sort of...maybe...awkwardly, and tripping over his own feet but he was doing it! The Emperor worked best under pressure, or terror...
" It's fine, we're fine, we're... AHHHHHHH! BRAMBLES!," Vader yelled as he flew off the edge of the cliff into the tangle of thorns. "HA! Take th... OW!," Sam said as he crashed into the side of a large tree, "Who put this tree here?" "HAHOO! Ashanti sauna squash banana..." "Oh, of course..." "I think we're safe now," Vader managed as he pulled a thorn from his paw.
The Chef hadn't managed to avoid the brambles either, and slowly stood up and shook a few out of his mane, "Well that was pleasant," he said scratching one out of the edge of his Emperor, still on the cliff side looked down at them and laughed, "Ha! Sucks to be you guys!"The Chef looked up at him and his eyes went wide, "HYENAS!"Palpatine turned behind him and screamed, "GOOD FORCE!" He ran forward, still looking at the dogs behind him. And subsequently sent himself tumbling into the brambles. A few minutes later he came limping out. "Oww..."
"Well, now that little episode is over, what do we do? Scar now knows we're here and there's no way we're getting around that, what's your brilliant plan now Steven?," Vader said as he removed the final thorn. "We could find Simba!" "Shut up Sam, your not Steven," Vader said, flicking his paw and flinging Sam across the Savannah.
The Emperor limped over to join them, "Well...Oh Heck I don't know, I'm delegating, Chef what do you think?" Not waiting for an answer he busied himself trying to get the thorns out of his ancient wrinkly flesh. The Chef sat and watched Sam go flying…, "Well...instead of killing each other...or just Sam for that matter...we could find Simba..." He offered smiling.
"BRILLIANT IDEA!," Vader exclaimed as he jumped up and started to lead the procession towards the jungle-scape on the horizon, he had watched the movie enough times to know where to head. "That was my idea!," Sam protested as he followed more tentatively. "Shut up Sam, stop trying to take credit for Chef's brilliant ideas," Vader said as he thought about eating the bird for a second, just one.
The Chef padded over to Sam and picked him up putting him on his back so the poor injured thing didn't manage to get any more hurt, "It's Ok Sam, that's why I said it," he chuckled, "I was trying to earn you some respect points. I mean after all us troopers gotta stick together right?" He shrugged, "Sorry pal,"The Emperor followed quietly, still in pain but, no longer limping.
"If your planning rebellion, I've already crushed three of them," Vader said just tossing his head back as they progressed across the wasteland. "I only know of two rebellions to come against you," Sam said. "Well of course you wouldn't know about the Symphony Affair, we crushed that one before it even started," Vader said as the jungle loomed ahead.
The Chef tilted his head, "Rebellion? What?" He shook his head and decided to leave it alone. The Emperor perked up, "Oh I remember that one! Ha! That was a good one." He shook his head, "Those French Horn bombs would have been awfully devastating. It's a good thing we stomped that one out so quickly...those Violin Crossbows, whoof!"
"And what if they had gotten a chance to use the cellos?," Vader said, suppressing a shudder as the shadows of the trees slowly crept into his vision., "Drums, oh the drums, oh the horror!" "Why do I never remember these fiasco's?," Sam asked as he flew up into a tree. "Mind-Erasing Laser Beam," Vader said simply.
The Emperor shuddered, "Oh the Drums of War...Savages...SAVAGES! Barely even human...those raging band geeks," he added looking about suspiciously. He thought about it a bit more, "the Flute Blowguns though, I have to admit were VERY Clever...Hey what's with all the buzzards over there?," he asked pointing with one leg. And indeed there were quite a few buzzards gathering and circling not far off.
"Did you watch the movie or just read part of a review online?," Vader asked as he rushed off towards the buzzards, "WAIT! What about Timon and..." "Yeeaaaahh! Get out! Get out! Get outta here! Whoo!" "Pumba," Vader muttered as he skidded to a stop as the meerkat and warthog drove the buzzards off. "Well, boss, what's your brilliant plan to not disrupt the continuity of the movie?," Sam mocked.
The Emperor also tilted his head at Vader, "Yeah...how ARE we gonna manage that?"The Chef piped up. "Isn't it too late for that anyways? Scar already knows we're here, and for all we know Fragglehorn does too... maybe we should just see what happens?" He looked to Vader, wondering what he thought.
"IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO SAVE THE MOVIE!," Vader exclaimed as the group of cannon characters turned to stare at the group of, animals? "Good job Vader, now THEY know we're here, explain this one away." "Simba, I am your father," Vader said as he used the Force to make dust swirl around his feet. Sam's wing met his face.
The Chef, bumped Vader and smiled at the canons, "HRMP HRMMM! Hi!" he said grinning as big as possible. What had they gotten themselves into? Oh well too late now. He turned to Vader, "THAT will change the course of events…"The Emperor wanted to facepalm...but he didn't have any palms...so he sat instead, missing his hands.
"It didn't change anything in our movie," Vader said defensively as he brought the memory to the front of his mind, "... Oh yeah, it did didn't it? Well we might as well cover everything while we're here, "I killed MUFA..." "SHUT UP!," Sam said as he threw his wing over Vader's mouth, "That will change the entire course of this movie, remember that mob on Bespin?" Vader could only gulp in response.
The Chef leapt in front, "Ok soooo...We're all outcasts...and...we're not going to eat you...we hang around with a zebra...can we hang around with you?" He asked tentatively, grinning as big as he Emperor nodded quickly, to agree. "Yeah! Don't eat me!"
"I might eat you, you look a little...," Vader said before he was smacked by Sam. "I don't know... Pumba what do you think?" "I don't know Timon, the black lion looks a little shifty," Pumba replied, "But, like my buddy Timon always says 'you got put your behind in your past.'" "No, no, NO, Amateur, Lie down before you hurt yourself, it's 'you got put your past behind you.'"
The Chef grinned knowing quite well where this was going...
The Lion cub looked forlornly at the meerkat, "Well that's not what I was taught…"The Chef tossed his mane, "Then maybe you need a new lesson!" He figured who said it wouldn't effect anything too largely...it might even earn them some points with Timon he hoped.
"That's right, when the world turns it's back on you, you turn your back on the world!," Timon said, "Repeat after me, Hakuna Matata." "Hakun-ah Ma-ta-ta," Vader repeated before h was smacked by Sam, "What does it mean?" "It means no worries... Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase." "Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze." "It means no worrries, for the rest of your days. It's our problem free, philosophy. Hakuna Matata." "Hakuna Matata? That's not any language I've ever heard of, is it Scandanavian?," Sam questioned with a lopsided glance. "No, it's our motto," Timon replied. "What's a motto?," Vader ventured. "Nothing, what's the motto with you?," Timon replied before Sam fell on his back laughing. Vader just stared.
The Emperor also fell back laughing, though it was one of those instances where one laughs along just because everyone else is laughing and you have no idea what's going Chef rolled his eyes and smiled, glad to be out of the sun, "You know guys, I might even venture that those two word's will solve all your problems!"
"It certainly has for us, just take Pumba for instance...," Timon said as he led them farther into the forest, "When he was a young warthog." "When I was a young wart HOOOOGGGGGGGG!," Pumba belted out as Timon checked his hearing. "Very nice," Sam acclaimed. "Thanks." "He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal, he could clear the Savannah after every meal..." "I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind! AND OH THE SHAME!" "He was ashamed!" "Thought of changing my name!" "Oh what's in a name..." "And I got downhearted..." "How did you feel?" "Every time that I..." "PUMBA! Not in front of the kids!" "I am an adult, thank you very much!," Vader protested as he turned his back on the singers, "Of all the unheard of..."
The Emperor on the other hand fell over giggling madly. The Chef eyed him oddly, "Well you know I was sort of going to say that he was just talking about the CUB but apparently..." The Emperor continued to giggle, "Hey, how many times do I have to tell you all I'm old and senile?" He continued to laugh."And yet you remain in charge...Anyways please continue!"
"Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase! Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze!," Timon and Pumba sang before Vader finally got enthusiastic enough and jumped forward singing, "It means no worries, for the rest of your days!" "Yeah sing it creepy old lion thing!," Timon exclaimed sliding forward with Sam on his heels. "It's our problem free..." "Philosophy" "HAKUNA MATATA!"
The Chef, enjoying this QUITE a bit stuck by and picked up a few harmonies, singing along, but Palpatine, had wandered off, he put his nose under a rather large leaf and stopped, staring, "WOAH...You guys live here?," he stared out at the beautiful view, it was a different sort of beauty than Disney Castle, it was a natural beauty. There were waterfalls and trees everywhere...it was even more beautiful than Endor...
"We live wherever we want," Timon replied. "It's beautiful," Vader replied as he stared at the waterfalls, "But sadly, I'm so hungry I could eat an entire evil emperor masquerading as a Zebra thanks to his terrible staffing decisions that have led us on a wild goose chase for mad scientist." "Ah, we're fresh out of... cookies." "I didn't say anything about coo..." "Oh look dinner!," Timon cut in as he walked over to a rotting log and ripped a piece of bark off revealing a multitude of bugs.
The Emperor's ancient wrinkly schnozz crinkled, "Eww Gross! That's disgusting I'm not eating that! Chef I demand that you prepare me a meal!"The Chef meanwhile was busy, sniffing around the bugs and trying to find one he thought he might be able to stomach. Palpatine snorted, "If you need me, I'll be over here eating grass," he said disgustedly while he sauntered away from the log.
"OOh, The little cream filled kind," Timon said as he ate a little blue bug, "MMM! Tastes like Turduken." "REALLY?," Vader said as he pounced on the log and tore it to shreds trying to get every bug he could out of it, "Ooops," he said as he stood on the desecrated log, "Maybe we should just skip ahead to the log-walking time change sequence?"
The Chef tilted his head, "But how else are we supposed to transition five years away? And we've got this whole musical interlude to work with. THINK OF ELTON MAN!" The Chef topped and thought for a moment...that was oddly out of character... He glanced to the canons to see what they were up to.
"Is that a log over there?," Vader exclaimed as he ran off through a bush onto a log. He took three steps on to it before it broke in half and he went rolling down the hill into a puddle of mud at the bottom. "I AM NOT FAT! THAT LOG WAS CLEARLY AGED TO A POINT WHICH IT COULDN'T HOLD EVEN MY LIGHT-WEIGHT!" "Yeah," Sam scoffed as he flew over the gap and Timon and Pumba led the way over another log as the music started again and time slowly began to speed up.
The Chef and Emperor loped over to the log and copied the strut that everyone else was doing; swinging their heads back and forth, and enjoying the music, and epic transition. "Hakuna. Matata. Hakuna. Matata. Hakuna. Matata. Hakuna…""It means no worries," The now adult Simba burst in, "For the rest of your days!"
"HAKUUUUUUUNA MA-TATA, Hakuna Matata, Matata, tata," Timon sang as the music slowly faded away. "Guys! Guys! GUYS! I'm still in the mud puddle! I think it's turning into quick... mud. Save me!," Vader screamed as Sam tried to pull him from the puddle to no avail. "I. Told you. Not. To. Eat. That. CAAAKKEE!," Sam said before Vader pulled several tail-feathers and Sam went flying without the weight.
The Chef darted back and quickly started struggling to haul out the older lion, "...Good Grief Sir!" He said Grunting, "That's it, I'm officially cutting off your desert privileges," he declared, pulling as hard as he Emperor managed to stop the others, "Hang on fuzzy, we might need your help on this one." He said mockingly as he set his rump down to watch.
"You can't take away my dessert privileges, if you do I'll... I'll... Take away your life privileges! Can I do that? Eh, I'm evil, I can do what ever the Force I want," Vader said as he went flying out of the puddle into a bush, "Nobody knows the trouble I've seen..." "But everyone's felt your sorrow," Sam sang as he landed on a log a few feet off, "Shall we continue with the plot?"
The Chef staggered back to his feet, "PLEASE! Lets!" He shook himself off and padded to where Simba and the Emperor were both laughing at him and Vader hysterically, "I believe we've got a story to tell haven't we?" "And besides that…," he said when it was evident that neither of them were moving, he quickly scooped up Timon in his jaws, though he was careful not to hurt him, "I got your Meerkat!"
"EH! Let me down!," Timon protested as he was scooped up. "Timon!," Pumba cried as terror struck him. "Quick, Pumba, where's that cliff you like to lounge at?," Sam asked quickly. "How do you know about..." "Mind reading powers, no, Facebook, no mind-reading powers," Vader said quickly before the warthog nodded and led the way to the cliff, "It's about this time where I would suggest we use the powers of the Ninja/Pirates to skip ahead to that part where Nala comes back and then we go to pride rock, I say we skip, Can You Feel The Love Tonight and go straight to Pride Rock?"
The Emperor turned to them, "Doesn't that mess up the plot for the second movie, if they never fall in love? Or are you proposing that we throw in the Ninja/Pirate Transition that we've had made for the occasion?," he said tilting his head. The Chef ran ahead holding the meerkat gingerly within his jaws. He had a feeling his little game would get them moving. His smile was one of satisfaction.
"I'm proposing we use the Ninja/ Pirate transition to skip into the future, you know to right before Timon dresses in drag?," Vader said as the dust below his feet began to swirl. "I do what?," Timon retorted. "You win a drag race...," Pum
ba said suddenly realizing what was about to happen. "Mmmm, roast pig!," Sam exclaimed from his branch as he rubbed his stomach.
The Emperor nodded, "BRING ON THE TRANSITION!" A note floated down form the heavens. "Here too? Oh come on!" Another one floated down. "We're Supreme Beings, duh…? He moved it aside and read the first. "Say Please."The Emperor's eyes drooped pathetically... he gritted his teeth and mumbled, this was ridiculous..."Please..."
And with that the colors around them swirled and the next thing that happened was... "LUAU! If your hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat, eat my buddy Pumba here because he is a treat. Come on down and dine, on this tasty swine! All you got to do is get in line!," Sang Timon as Sam and Vader danced behind Pumba, "AREEE you aching?" "Yep, Yep, Yep" "FOR some bacon?" "Yep, Yep, Yep" "He's a big pig, you can be a big pig too!" "OY!" "WAHOOO!," Timon shouted as he rushed off with Pumba, followed closely by all but one hyena. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Darth Vader and his little Dodo. Have you guessed who I am yet?" "Um... we we're thinking, Robin Williams? Either that, or Whoopi Goldberg," Vader replied to the hyena with features oddly similar to Fragglehorn's. "No, the other Hyena is Whoopi, I think this one's Mark Hamil?" "Isn't Mark Hamil my son?" "No, Luke Skyalker is." "Then why does that name sound familiar?" "I don't…" "NO YOU IDIOTS! I AM DR. RASPUTIA FRAGGLEHORN!"
The Chef caught up to them "FRAGGLEHORN!" He glared at the rogue scientist, but remembered something, you catch more flies with super chocolate razzlemadazzle cake, than you do with Vader's sweat socks. He walked cautiously towards the hyena, "Easy Fraggles, We're just going to take you home and put you in a nice room with lots of pillows...and a jacket that makes you hug yourself! Cool huh?"
"HA! You think I'm going back to that hovel? Not a snowball's chance on Mustafar! I'm going to stay right here in the Disney verse and cause more mayhem and you can't stop me!," Fragglehorn retorted spinning to face the zebra, "Besides, once I take over Disney Castle I'll have everything filled with pillows!" "You evil piece of cake! Pillows everywhere? That's preposterous!," Vader shouted back.
The Zebra, staggered back as Fragglehorn, came near, "You Nutjob, you can NEVER take over Disney Castle; even I know that! The King won't let you!"The Chef stamped a paw, "And neither will we!," he turned to Vader, "And you'll never outsmart the Vader Force Four!" He said grinning. He Turned to Sam though, wondering if he had any good ideas on how to actually GET Fragglehorn...
"That's right! We have the power of the Force on our side!," Sam shouted back. "HA! That old religion? It's useless against my powers!" "Oh great, we let him escape for a week and he already has more power then we'll ever have," Vader stated. "Please! He's bluffinnnnng!," Sam said before he was flung against the wall by some unseen force, "Or not!" "MUHAHAHAHAHA!"
The Chef watched Sam hit the wall and his eyes bulged, "Oh Good Force he's got...VILLAIN POWER, And A LOT OF IT!" He backed away a little, "Supreme Beings help us..." A note floated down. "We cannot take your pleas at this time, but your issues are very important to us and will be responded to in the order received." Palpatine read the note as well and gulped, "I think we're on our own..."
"NO, they can't betray us now, we've given them so much..." Vader called to the heavens as another note floated down. "You've given us nothing of value, therefore, due to the rule of our kind, we can not actually betray you." "Well aren't they so noble," Vader said as another note floated down. "Don't make us use the lightning again!" "THAT'S IT!," Vader said as he rushed toward Fragglehorn spitting out various phrases about the Supreme Beings non-existence. Suddenly from the roof of the cave sprung forth a bolt of lightning, which, through some feat of amazingness, struck Fragglehorn right between the eyes. The hyena fell in a heap on the cave floor as Vader shouted to the heavens, "WE DID IT!"
A rumble of thunder shook the cave and the Emperor ran forward as fast as his four legs would carry him, "HE MEANS YOU DID IT!," he cried to the heavens. The Emperor panted, "Good Force Vader, do you WANT to die?"The Chef looked at Fragglehorn's unconscious twitching form, "Well...that was cool...But what about Simba?" He asked suddenly, glancing around looking to see if he could find him.
"Sorry, sorry," Vader whimpered to the heavens. "NO! Your not sorry, not yet!," Fragglehorn shouted as he jumped up, scaring Sam so much he fell back down, "I am far too powerful for even the Supreme Beings to defeat!" Suddenly a flash of light so bright that even Liberachi in a spotlight could dazzle so much, filled the room and Fragglehorn was gone. "Well isn't that just predictable," Vader said as he padded out of the cave, "Well let's find Simba."
The Chef's jaw dropped and he could only stare...The Emperor did the same for a moment, and then collapsed into a tiny striped ball of cowardice, "VADER! I don't like the sound of that! More powerful than the Supreme Beings?" He shivered, "Is that even POSSIBLE?The Chef padded over and laid a paw on the old coots shoulder in awkward pity, "Umm.. there there..." He was bluffing...right?
"It's not possible, there's no way...," Vader said as another note floated down. "Yeah... He's not stronger than us... as far as we know." Vader didn't even bother reading it to the Emperor, consenting to just kick off the ledge into the fire, "Now, come on, let's find Simba." "Oh, that should be easy, seeing as I can't walk and that confounded light blinded me!," Sam protested.
The Chef rubbed his eyes for a moment, he was in pain, but he could see well enough, "Here Sam, you can sit on my shoulders again." He looked around trying to find him, and saw him hanging off the edge of the cliff, " Guys look!," he said motioning. The Emperor looked up and his jaw fell, even his wicked old heart jumped, "Woah we gotta do something!"
"What? Sam? He's a trained professional I'm sure he'll be just..." "AHHHHHH!" "Scratch that," Vader said as he threw himself off the cliff and tumbled down the slope mere seconds before Sam landed in his paws. "Well now that that's over..." "...And here's my little secret, I killed Mufasa." "NooOOO! Murderer." "No Simba, please." "Tell them the truth!" "Yeah I want the truth," Vader shouted before Sam's beak met his forehead and he shut up. "Truth? But truth is in the eye of the behold... egk! All right, all right! I did it," Scar said on the ledge just above Vader and Sam as Simba pinned him down. "YOU GET HIM SIMBA!," Vader yelled as the lion pressed his paw harder. "So they can hear you!" "I Killed MUFASA!" "NOOOOOOOOO!," Vader screamed at the top of his lungs, "It was..."
But Vader never got to the big reveal before Sam's beak brutally assaulted his face, "Sorry. Sorry. SORRY!" The bird then stopped and fluttered gently to the ground before looking up at the scene as the hyenas and lions fought on Pride Rock. "Quick to the top of the rock, that's where Simba and Scar will be!," Sam called as he took off flying.
The Chef followed his fellow trooper, leaping form rock to rock, and batting at the occasional hyena as he fallowed closely behind. It was easier than he thought it would be, though he did have his doubts about climbing up a mountain with tractionless , let Rafikki handle the hyenas and, spotting his uncle, hurried on with the chase.
"GUYS! Wait for me!," Vader called as he rushed up the slope after the group, "This is why I prefer to consent to sitting in my armchair and watching the movies!" Sam, being of the avian variety and therefore being gifted with the power of flight, reached the top first and settled down in a nice little, not yet flaming, bush to watch the events. "Huh, Huh, huh," breathed Vader as he arrived.
The Chef joined Sam, when he reached the top, and the Emperor, panting even harder than Vader, dragged himself over as leaped through a wall of flame just as they arrived. He glowered at his uncle, stalking towards him slowly, "Murderer..." he growled practically in a whisper.
"Simba, Simba. Please. Please have mercy. I beg you," whimpered Scar as he back towards the cliff face. "Mercy, pah, he doesn't deserve it. If Fragglehorn hadn't got to the Wildebeasts, he would have found some way to kill Mufasa himself," Vader whispered to Sam through the branches of the bush. "Your right... Do you smell roast duck?" "No, why do you... YOUR TAIL!" "WHAUWK?"
The Chef watched Sam and Vader in amusement, he knew Vader was right... although the Stampede scene, had some GREAT music. He watched the cannon scene unfold...man it was getting hot...Simba continued stalking forward, "You don't deserve to live..."
"But, Simba, I am... ah... family... It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault- IT WAS THEIR IDEA!," Scar tried to justify himself as some of the hyenas overheard and backed away. "Just hold still so I can...," Vader instructed as he stamped his paw down on Sam's tail and then threw his paw up in pain, "IT BURNS!" The cannon character's however took no notice as Vader had his fit.
The Chef clocked Vader in the head, "Would you be QUIET? This is a key scene here, if they hear us you'll mess it up," he shouted in a whisper.
Simba, glared at him harder, "Why should I believe you?," he said bitterly, "Everything you ever told me was a lie."The Emperor nodded, "It's true." The Chef gave him a look and he shut up.
"What are you going to do?," Scar asked timidly, "You wouldn't kill your own uncle...?" "I would, heck I'd kill my own son for a Klondike Bar," Vader muttered as he sat down and wrapped his tail around his legs, "Which reminds me..." "Shut up Vader, I'm trying to watch the show," Sam spat back, "And your incessant babbling is making me angry."
The Chef shushed them both, and continued to watch, the parent inside him secretly horrified at Vader's last comment, but that wasn't really his place, and so he kept his mouth shut...though he couldn't help but wonder how such a Disney fan could actually kill his own son...unless he actually couldn't...He shook his head, at the moment he wanted to watch the "movie".
"Oh, Simba, thank you. You are truly noble. I'll make it up to you, I promise. How can I, ah, prove myself to you? Tell me; I mean, anything," Scar said practically groveling as the younger lion turned from him. "Don't fall for it Simba, he's a traitor, he'll kill you in your sleep and then... msdjdg..," Vader muttered before Sam put his wing over his mouth for like the 20th time that day.
The Chef was thinking the same thing, though he'd kept quiet about it, his tail thumped in irritation. He turned and stared for a moment. He hadn't minded the tail when it didn't do anything, but that seemed to happen almost of its own volition. He wondered if this was how Perkins' cat felt. He turned back to the action. Simba Snarled, "Run Scar. Run away and never return." Irony was good.
"Yes. Of course. As you wish...," Scar said modestly before flicking a paw full of hot coals into Simba's face, "...YOUR MAJESTY!" The mangy, creepy, washed in inner decay lion, then pounced on his nephew and the battle began. "OH! This is more exciting then when we sent those slow moving AT-AT's in to take out that Rebel base on Hoth," Vader said as he watched wide-eyed. "Watching the teal paint drying was more exciting then that Vader." "Details Sam, Details."
The Chef watched amazed, involuntarily flinching as he watched. The Emperor was more vocal "Oh! Yea- NO! Mrmm, Yes, Yeah there you go, get him! Yahoo!" The Chef stared at him oddly...Sometimes he wondered how he managed to out up with his boss...then he thought about it for a moment, and he did have his cute moments...and the pay was good...and he...and he was here. He grinned.
Simba was suddenly knocked to the ground, and through a wall of flame. He looked up to see his uncle, soaring at him, claws aimed for his throat. In a moment of quick thinking he put a back paw to his uncles stomach and tossed him over the edge of the cliff.
"AHHHHH! Oh look ground... thud," Scar stated before he hit the ground and stood up to see a mass of hyenas walking towards him. "Ah, my friends." "Frie-he-hends? I thought he said we were the enemy!" "Yeah, that's what I heard... Ed?" "AHEHEHEhehehEHE" "No. L-L-L-Le-Le-Le-Le-Let me explain. No. You don't understand. No! I didn't mean for... No, No! Look, I m sorry I called you... No! NOO!," Scar screamed as the hyenas descended upon him. "Well he'll feel that in the morning...," Vader said as he looked over the cliff. "Um... I don't think he'll be alive in the morning," Sam replied. "No, he'll be fine it's just a few flesh wounds, he'll be fine by... yeah he's not gonna make it," Vader said as he turned to face the others, "Well I guess we've done all we can here."
The Chef looked over at the two of them, "What about Fragglehorn?The Emporer looked at him, "Well I know I wouldn't stick around if I'd been found here, I'd high-tail it to the next place to experiment." He looked up as he heard a loud and triumphant roar though the rain that had begun to fall.
"Yes I guess we'll just have to call the gummi ship and... CRAP! I left the keys in the ignition and I think I locked it...," Vader said as he looked up at the sky, "WHAT NOW SUPREME BEINGS?," he roared. Suddenly a bright light headed rapidly towards him, "Great, not the lightning again," he muttered before it hit him and he was magically transported into the gummi ship, "Oh."
The Emperor was covering his eyes with his wrinkly old hands, curled up in the back s- Wait a second! He drew his hands away and looked at them, "Hey! We're back to normal!," he cried joyfully. He looked to Vader who was rightly in the Pilot seat. "Now what?"The Chef perked up, "Perhaps we throw on some awesome music, flick on the Fraglle tracker and head off?"
"Welcome back, did you enjoy your excursion..." "Actually..." "Yeah I don't care, I'm merely a computer. On another note, the Fragglehorn detector is up and running, and our technicians have installed another one in the Toon Cave so that you can be alerted if we detect him while your in the real world. Now, our devices have lost him for a moment so we're gonna send you home," chimed the computer.
The Chef Shrugged and leaned back in his seat, "I don't know I thought it was pretty cool! I mean how many other people get to be INSIDE a movie?"The Emperor shuddered, "Yeah that was cool and all, but if I ever see another bug I think I'm going to throw up."The Chef grinned, "You know in some cultures insects are eaten pretty regularly."The Emperor sneered…"What did you two think?"
"Speaking of bugs...," Sam said as he pulled a pastry from his pocket, " forgot I had this Beetle Cluster, mmm, pecans with a very pleasant crunch." "You traitor! You'd better have enough for the entire crew," Vader said as he turned his chair to confront the trooper. "No," Sam said as he turned around, the cheeks of his mask filled with beetle clusters. " "And here we go...," the computer chimed before a hyperspace effect happened and the gummi ship burst through the blast doors into the Toon Cave, skidded across the floor, and into the bed. "Great, the airbags didn't...," Vader said before, "POOF!" "I think we might need to expand the Toon Cave a little," Sam said as he got out of the ship, only to find the side wall an inch away. "You think?," Vader asked with his face in the large white mass that was the airbag.
The Emperor and Chef squeezed their way out, the latter glanced at his watch, "Oh Gosh it's time to start making dinner!" The Emperor, on the other hand was in no rush…"Well that was interesting..." He looked at the wall "...Yeah Sam's right..."
"Well, we'll have to have the contractor..." "DID SOMEONE CALL THE CONTRACTOR?," The Contractor said as he jumped down into the cave, "What's the problem bub?" "Just renovate this cave into a high tech superhero lair with a hanger and a swimming pool.. yeah, thanks bye," Vader replied as he led the group onto the bed and pushed the button causing it to shoot up into the bedroom again.
The Chef rushed off to the kitchen like it was the last meal he'd ever cook...which, if things were to continue like they had today, it might very well Emperor patted his stomach after a moment, "You know I could go for some grub too...Anyone else hungry? Yes? Ok! good I'm leaving see you later." He blabbered as he headed after the Chef.
"Wait! We can take the Vadermobi... Fine! I'll take it then," Vader said before he flipped a switch and the Vadermobile rose from the ground and he got in. He then took off as Sam grabbed onto the bumper. "VADER!," he screamed before the cart crashed into the cafeteria and Sam was flung into the kitchen. "Let's eat!," Vader shouted as he took his seat.
The Emperor also took a seat, more calm and collected than chef on the other hand, though he was in his element, he was a bit panicked because of his being late. And then Sam hit him full force and he was on the floor. "Ow! SAM!," he shouted irritated."So my apprentice, you never did say what you thought about all the craziness today."
"I found it rather... exciting," Vader said calmly, "Most amazing thing I've ever done. Well except for killing Obi-Wan, good time, good times." "Sorry Chef, Sorry! I was kind of thrown into this," Sam apologized as he got up. "Oh, and that Triple Chocolate Razzle... who said anything about eating you cake? I didn't," Vader continued.
The Chef came out with the food and entered into their discussion, he hoped it couldn't be the last they'd have, cause that was one heck of an adventure.
FADE TO BLACK
And that concludes Part I of the new story, In Disney We Trust.
But I'm sure you still have questions like:
What will happen next?
What other Disney worlds will they visit?
What has happened to Dr. Fragglehorn?
What about Barney and Wilkins?
The answers to these questions and more will be found in the course of this story.
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