Disguise.

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Qui-Gon, Clee, Obi and Garen sat outside a bar. They weren't allowed in because they were Jedi. They needed to find a man who could tell them where to find a thief they were looking for.

"We need some sort of disguise." Clee commented.

The boys looked up and across the street was a costume shop. They looked at one another and smiled.

"Hey Qui-Gon what if we used a mind trick to-"

"No, that wouldn't be right."

"But it would get us in there!!!" Clee complained. The two masters looked up to see two young Roman soldiers walking towards them.

"Garen what in the galaxy are you wearing?"

"Ahem! Call me Emperor Octavius!"

"Hey Octavius, your shoes untied!" Obi-Wan laughed when Garen looked down then he cuffed Obi in the arm. "Ow…"

"Uh huh so how are WE getting in?" Clee asked placing her hands on her hips.

Garen and Obi looked at one another and smiled. "You'll be Cleopatra… My wife!"

"Not even in a role play!" Clee said crossing her arms. "And besides, Cleo died with Antony in his tomb! She was bit by a snake!"

"Well you're the only one who can play Cleo. And you even kind of share a name with her Clee-Opatra."

Clee grabbed the dress from the boys and went to change.

"And seeing as she needs a priest with her you get to be just that!" Obi-Wan said handing an Egyptian costume to his master who just shrugged.

After the two masters had changed the four prayed it would work and moved on. "You there!" Garen began talking in an English accent. "I am Emperor Octavius I demand entrance to your public building."

"Listen buddy…"

Garen pulled forth a shiny plastic sword. But the guard didn't know it was plastic. "You will permit me to pass!"

"Okay okay, no need to get rough. I just need your shoe size."

"What?"

"You see there's a drawing for a new pair of shoes. It's kind of like a lottery. If you have the right size of feet you could win the pair of shoes. It's a new gimmick the bar has put on to get more customers."

"Oh… okay…" Garen put away his sword and let the guy measure his feet.

"Nope too small…"

"Small!? I demand to be placed into this drawing anyway!"

Obi-Wan held back a laugh.

After all that the only one who was likely to win the shoes was Qui-Gon.

"Seems you two have the same size feet as Queen Cleeopatra." the guard said to the boys.

"Wuh - uh!" Garen felt the blood rush to his face as he blushed.

"Okay you can enter." The guard moved and Garen stomped in.

"Oh and King…"

"Emperor!"

"Since when do Roman's have English accents?"

Garen exasperated and rolled his eyes. "Don't you watch holovids? Oi!"

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And then they found the guy and got the info and lived happily ever after… The end.

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