It was the fastest hunk of junk in the galaxy. It was the length of eight city buses and more than a hundred thousand metric tons in weight, powered by a combination of Corellian plasma technology combined with devices and technology from across the charted systems of the universe. At the helm, Justin Russo analyzed his flight readings with his ship still in hyperspace. It was the Star Wars equivalent of warp speed, a scientific theory that one could travel at the speed of light. By his side was his co-pilot Chewbacca, a tall Sasquatch-like being of great strength and long hair. Beyond the control panel of switches and lights, Justin was excited to be in outer space. Endless night was all around him. The streaks of light were from stars passing by him. He was having the time of his life. Chewbacca turned and roared to him in a language of words created from howls, barks and growls.

"You got it, buddy." Justin stood in the attire and position of Han Solo, the greatest hero and adventurer of the universe. "You watch the helm. I'm checking on our passengers." He rose from the pilot's seat, a laser gun hitched to his belt and his boots tapping along the metal floor of the pit heading to the passenger compartment. With him were an old man schooled in the Force teaching the way to be a Jedi Knight to a young farm boy and two droids, but this was not the movie he loved and enjoyed. It had been altered and adjusted to fit his appearance.

"Luke, why do you keep getting hit by that thing?" Obi-Wan asked his young ward.

"Because it ain't working!" Under the helmet was actually Justin's younger brother trying to be Luke Skywalker. He turned to Justin and tilted the helmet down to look out from under it. "Justin, I don't want to keeping doing this movie. That round little thing keeps shooting me."

"Stop trying to use the Force, Max." Justin rolled his eyes. "Try using your Wizard training."

"Justin!" It was now his sister's chance to complain. She had been cast as the droid, C-3PO. Struggling and fighting to adjust with her robot body, she looked more like a cybernetic person wearing android parts than the droid in the movie. She had her hair and the golden robot body was decidedly female in configuration, but she had the face, arms, torso and legs of the movie character. With this form, she had much of the same stiff movements and limited maneuverability as C-3PO. She rose from her seat and wandered over to her brother. "I don't want to be in this movie anymore. I want out!"

"Alex!" Justin was hurt. "We haven't even got to the Death Star to rescue Harper yet! It's not my fault there's only one female character for you two!"

"Come on, Alex…" Max was enjoying being Luke Skywalker. "I think I'm getting used to handling a light saber." He swung it and accidentally scorched Obi-Wan.

"Ye-ow!!!

"Sorry, Uncle Ben…" Max reacted as the Jedi mentor got upset, took the sword back and switched it off.

"Justin!" Alex's droid head twitched to her brother. "Take us out now!"

"Wait, wait…" Justin had another role in mind for her. "I can give you another role. How about Darth Vader?" Somehow he knew Alex was making a face at him from behind the face of Threepio.

"Oh!" Max had another role in mind. "Make her Chewbacca!"

"I'm getting so even with you for this!!!" Alex was very upset.

"Fine, fine…" Justin dejectedly and upset pulled his wand out from his back pocket and waved it. "Literary Hollywood Terrarium!" They were turned to light and bounced out of the movie on the DVD. This was a new spell Justin had created. Basically just a reweaving of the spell used to jump into books, Justin had adjusted it to enter into movies and TV shows, even to allow him to jump into and replace the characters in the movie plots. Max had got to be Luke Skywalker for a while, and Alex had been hesitantly used as C-3PO. This whole time, Harper had been waiting on the Death Star with the weird hairdo waiting for Justin to rescue her so she could kiss him. As she waited in the Leia wig and hair, she was taken out of the movie and back to the Waverly Place loft in Manhattan where her friends lived. Upon realizing where she was, she caught her breath and looked around.

"What's going on?" She was confused. "You guys didn't rescue me yet!"

"Alex wanted out…" Justin depressingly miffed and wandered to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Why Alex?" Harper looked to Alex.

"I wasn't having any fun!" Alex sighed, rolled her eyes and wandered over to Justin pouring some lemonade from the refrigerator. "Look, Justin, it's a really good spell, but tomorrow night, I get to pick the movie we go into, okay?"

"Okay," Justin reacted fairly. "I guess it's only right."

"Good," Alex was already scheming and planning. "And it's going to be a really good one because I want you to be as uncomfortable in it as I was in that one!"

"Dude!!" Max was standing by his brother. "What did you do?!" They heard the tinkling of keys warning them their parents were home from their date away from them. Justin and Max jumped on the sofa to look as if they were watching TV, and Harper and Alex took to the table to pretend they were studying for school. That was then that their parents entered. Theresa was in a nice casual dress, Jerry in a nice suit and tie back from dinner in a sit-down restaurant. They looked around the room for signs of tomfoolery.

"Hey kids…" Theresa looked round the loft.

"Hi, mom…"

"Hi, Mrs. Russo…"

"Did you kids behave yourselves?" Jerry looked round. Max was heading to the kitchen.

"Oh yeah…"

"Good, good…" Jerry took off his coat to hang by the coat rack by the door. "Well, it's getting late. You better start wrapping it up."

"Okay…."

"Mom…" Alex looked over from the kitchen table. "It's still okay if Harper stays over, right?"

"Of course, honey…" Theresa was wandering through checking the place out carefully. "But the light goes off at twelve."

"Okay…" Alex and Harper pulled together all their schoolbooks, looked at each other with an obvious secret and then hurriedly scurried up the stairs to the third floor like little kids.

"Well, it's late…." Justin stretched and stood up from the sofa. "I'm going to bed too. Good night."

"Night, Justin." Jerry joined Theresa over by the kitchen counter. They looked over to Max in the refrigerator. He had the bucket of left over Cluck Bucket Chicken, a bowl of potato salad and a third of a liter of coke ready to take upstairs. Upon turning, he noticed his parents looking at them.

"Midnight snack..." He claimed then turned to the stairs himself, scampering up them hurriedly to get away from his parents. In the loft, Jerry looked over to his wife, the two of them looking around the deserted living room and dining room.

"What do you think they did?" Theresa asked out loud.

"I don't know…" Jerry confessed. "But I think it's going to be a day or two before we find out!"