A/N

I was originally going to keep this a one-shot, but then Konduru gave me this idea:

"PUFF. PUFF. PUFF. OOoooooh..." A morbidly obese Ahsoka rested her feet on the edges of the treadmill. "MASTER!" she whined, "I DON'T THINK I CAN TAKE MUCH Moooorrrree..."

"You've lost this much weight already, Snips. Shouldn't be too much longer before you get back to your old self. That reminds me, I need to go check on something. I'll be back in about an hour."

"MASTER!" she whined louder. As soon as he left, she began crying cartoonish waterfalls. Suddenly feeling very sick, she spewed a stream of cookie-vomit so strong, she rocket-launched herself into a wall, making a fat-Ahsoka-shaped hole in it. Waddling back to the treadmill, she looked for her water bottle. She found it, perfectly dry next to the treadmill. Sadly, it was perfectly dry on the inside, too. Sighing, she turned off the treadmill, and decided to take a cookie break.

Unfortunately, the cookies they made were now sugarless, bland, and had some sort of "special weight loss" ingredients. No longer the sweet goodness they once had; these were cookies made without love! THEY WERE AWFUL! Still, Anakin said she could eat as many of these as she liked, since these were actually "good for" her.

Taking a bite, Ahsoka, just for a moment, thought she could smell the cookies made the old fashioned way.

...Wait a minute; her fine-tuned cookie senses were tingling...she decided to use the Force to figure out how much was really just left to her imagination.

Humming happily as he walked down the hall to a Jedi meeting, Anakin was carrying a fresh batch of cookies made from the former Jedi recipe.

"Anakin, that wouldn't happen to be a plate of...you-know-whats...wouldn't it?" Master Plo Koon was the first in the meeting room.

"Gee, I don't know, Master Plo," Anakin teased, "is it?"

"Well, I know what they are, I just don't know it's a good idea to have those around if...a certain cookie addicted Jedi Padawan caught a whiff of it."

"Relax, I told her to just keep continuing her weight-loss plan, so she's probably still on that treadmill. She probably couldn't fit through the door anyway."

"DEMOCOOKIE!" Obi-Wan was the first to snatch a cookie from the tray. Some other Jedi like Mace Windu and Luminara Unduli helped themselves.

"Mmm, delicious, these are." Yoda smiled as he took a bite.

"Well, if even the oldest and wisest Jedi thinks it's okay, you can't really go wrong there." Anakin smirked. "You sure you don't want one, Master Plo?"

"...No thank you, Master Skywalker."

...HOW DARE THEY?! Munching on those delicious cookies behind her flabby back, while she ate the sorry excuse for replacements! Anakin told her the Jedi Council passed a new rule that they weren't supposed to have the old cookies anymore!

"OOOOH! I'LL MAKE THEM PAY FOR THIS!" Ahsoka declared aloud.

And so, she started down the hall.

And down the next one.

...And the next one.

...And the next one...

...Then she passed out from walking for so long.

"Oh, there you are, Ahsoka." Ahsoka heard Obi-Wan's Voice upon waking up, "I found her, Anakin. She's over here. And looking a bit thinner than this morning, too." Growling, Ahsoka rolled forward onto her fat butt.

"You lied to me."

"What?"

"You were eating cookies behind my back."

"I believe I would have remembered if we had the old cookies."

"Oh, really? Even if you don't, I think your beard does."

"...Ha ha, oh, dear Ahsoka," Obi-Wan started stroking his beard, subtly trying to clear the cookie crumbs. "My beard doesn't have a memory of its own."

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN IT DOESN'T HAVE COOKIE CRUMBS IN IT!" Boing! Ahsoka felt something bounce off of her fat. Two guards had their guns set to 'stun', but her flab deflected them. "Wha-...YOU WERE TRYING TO ATTACK ME!"

"Not attack you, Snips," Anakin came in from the stairs behind Obi-Wan, "Just stun you until you calm down a little. That's all."

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO STAY CALM WHEN YOU LIED TO ME?!" Ahsoka's booming voice shook the walls.

"Keep it down, Ahsoka! You might bring the walls down around us," Anakin warned her.

"THE ONLY THING THAT'S COMING DOWN IS YOU!"

Leaping high, up into the air, Ahsoka tumbled toward them at an alarming pace. Anakin and Obi-Wan managed to jump out of the way, but Ahsoka couldn't stop!

CRASH! She ended up rolling out the same kitchen window they just fixed a few weeks before. Bouncing all around through town like a GIANT PINBALL, she finally felt herself hit one of Couruscant's lower levels.

"Ungh...HNNNGH!" Ahsoka tried to roll to her feet...but she couldn't even see them! "ARRRRGH...ALMOST...GOT IT...!" Ahsoka settled for just being able to sit up. "PUFF. PUFF. PUFF. PUFF. PHEW. Sniff, sniff. Are those...cookies...?"

At a table outside, Asajj Ventress was in the middle of enjoying a frosted chocolate-chip cookie, her plate containing at least three more. She looked over and saw Ahsoka's hungry eyes.

"...YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!" Ventress yelled, flipping her helmet back down and grabbing her plate. "THEY'RE MINE! MINE!" She ran away screaming and laughing maniacally as Ahsoka tumble-chased her through the city.