Rumpleyoda
#5 in the Star Wars Fairy Tale Collection
Hi! I'm back with more of these insane fairy tales. This one is called Rumpleyoda. It's a twist on Rumplestiltzken. Enjoy. Disclaimer: Adi Gallia: Since darth_padme is currently dancing around the room because she got reviews on her other stories, I have to do this. Right now, darth_padme does not own Star Wars, although she is planning to fix a blood test so she can appear to be George Lucas' long lost- is force choked by darth_padme. What I meant to say was she does not own Star Wars. Massages throat. RUMPLEYODA!!!!!!! Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away there lived a young queen named Padme Amidala. The year before, she had, with the help of primitives, two Jedi, and an eight year old, foiled the plans of the idiots at the Trade Federation to take over her planet. Her people adored her, even though she was a cradle robber, flirting with eight year olds. She was supposed to get married to a handsome, but stupid spoiled prince named Ognachmic. She, however was in love with the nine-year-old named Anakin Skywalker, the stupid eight year old who had helped her defeat the nimrods at the Trade Federation. One day, she decided to voice her opinion to the King, hoping he would put off the wedding. The King got very pissed off for some reason. Perhaps this was because she said "I'm not marrying your idiotic son and there's nothing you can do about it you fat old senile man," and then added some obscene gestures and words. The King didn't take that as a compliment and locked her in a room, with only a futuristic looking spinning wheel and some straw. He told her that if she could spin the straw into gold, he would release her and call off the wedding. Amidala was not thrilled with the idea of that much work, so she sprawled over the straw and went to sleep, wishing someone could help her with this problem. She was awoken rather rudely ten minutes later by a small stick jabbing her in the ribs repeatedly. "What the hell do you want?" She asked, not to politely. "Here to help you spin straw into gold I am," the small figure replied. Amidala turned over, and there in front of her, was a small green troll looking creature with large ears. "Who are you?" "Need to know my name you do not," the troll replied. "Okay, so get started already," she demanded. The troll sat on the spinning wheel, closed his eyes and magically, the straw was spun into gold. "Used the force, I did," the troll explained. "Now, only if you can guess my name by tomorrow will I let you keep it." Amidala was furious. Who was this senile troll and what gave him the right to talk to her in such a manner? "What did you say to me?" "Tell you to guess my god damn name before tomorrow I did, or keep it you can not." "Fred?" "No" "Joe" "Where get these stupid names do you?" "That's it, I'm going for a massage," said Amidala, striding from the room, after opening the lock with a blatantly obvious key.
Amidala returned after a massage an hour later, feeling much better. She was about to open the door when she heard someone inside. "My name, Rumpleyoda it is!" It was the troll, who by the sounds of it was now singing a song. Amidala walked in the room. "I know your name!" she cried. "Rumpleyoda!" The troll screamed and ran from the room, never to be seen again. Amidala called off the wedding, became a senator and is now traveling to Coruscant to vote on creating an army for the Republic and you know what happens next.
Okay, how was it? Let me know okay? Review me and I'll review you.
Hi! I'm back with more of these insane fairy tales. This one is called Rumpleyoda. It's a twist on Rumplestiltzken. Enjoy. Disclaimer: Adi Gallia: Since darth_padme is currently dancing around the room because she got reviews on her other stories, I have to do this. Right now, darth_padme does not own Star Wars, although she is planning to fix a blood test so she can appear to be George Lucas' long lost- is force choked by darth_padme. What I meant to say was she does not own Star Wars. Massages throat. RUMPLEYODA!!!!!!! Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away there lived a young queen named Padme Amidala. The year before, she had, with the help of primitives, two Jedi, and an eight year old, foiled the plans of the idiots at the Trade Federation to take over her planet. Her people adored her, even though she was a cradle robber, flirting with eight year olds. She was supposed to get married to a handsome, but stupid spoiled prince named Ognachmic. She, however was in love with the nine-year-old named Anakin Skywalker, the stupid eight year old who had helped her defeat the nimrods at the Trade Federation. One day, she decided to voice her opinion to the King, hoping he would put off the wedding. The King got very pissed off for some reason. Perhaps this was because she said "I'm not marrying your idiotic son and there's nothing you can do about it you fat old senile man," and then added some obscene gestures and words. The King didn't take that as a compliment and locked her in a room, with only a futuristic looking spinning wheel and some straw. He told her that if she could spin the straw into gold, he would release her and call off the wedding. Amidala was not thrilled with the idea of that much work, so she sprawled over the straw and went to sleep, wishing someone could help her with this problem. She was awoken rather rudely ten minutes later by a small stick jabbing her in the ribs repeatedly. "What the hell do you want?" She asked, not to politely. "Here to help you spin straw into gold I am," the small figure replied. Amidala turned over, and there in front of her, was a small green troll looking creature with large ears. "Who are you?" "Need to know my name you do not," the troll replied. "Okay, so get started already," she demanded. The troll sat on the spinning wheel, closed his eyes and magically, the straw was spun into gold. "Used the force, I did," the troll explained. "Now, only if you can guess my name by tomorrow will I let you keep it." Amidala was furious. Who was this senile troll and what gave him the right to talk to her in such a manner? "What did you say to me?" "Tell you to guess my god damn name before tomorrow I did, or keep it you can not." "Fred?" "No" "Joe" "Where get these stupid names do you?" "That's it, I'm going for a massage," said Amidala, striding from the room, after opening the lock with a blatantly obvious key.
Amidala returned after a massage an hour later, feeling much better. She was about to open the door when she heard someone inside. "My name, Rumpleyoda it is!" It was the troll, who by the sounds of it was now singing a song. Amidala walked in the room. "I know your name!" she cried. "Rumpleyoda!" The troll screamed and ran from the room, never to be seen again. Amidala called off the wedding, became a senator and is now traveling to Coruscant to vote on creating an army for the Republic and you know what happens next.
Okay, how was it? Let me know okay? Review me and I'll review you.