This is another rewritten scene. It's a drastically altered version of that Clone Wars episodes where Plo Koon and some clones are stranded on a ship. I have to thank TheMacUnleashed, for inspiring me, with her own hilarious parody of that episode (The Other Guy, from her story I Like Short Shorts), to write this little ficlet.

"What do you mean, the hyperdrive's broken?"

The clone commander looked confused. "I mean that... the hyperdrive's broken, sir?"

Plo Koon sighed and flopped back in his seat, muttering about "damn literal clones". They had now been stranded in deep space for six hours. It was two hours since the Jedi had last contacted him to discuss the situation. He leaned forward and pressed a few buttons, activating the communication device. A large screen above the controls immediately flickered into life, displaying Mace Windu and Obi-Wan Kenobi. They were standing in a strangely familiar room, holding up clothes and other objects.

"Master Windu?" Plo called. "What's the situation?"

Mace jumped and quickly shoved the robe he had been holding onto a nearby couch. "Ah...Master Koon," he said loudly, throwing a quick glance at Obi-Wan, who was hiding something behind his back.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Plo snapped. "How soon can you get me out of here?"

Obi-Wan assured him that they were working on it, while examining a spelling bee trophy that was, Plo again noted, somehow familiar.

Mace added, "You could play a game while you're waiting. I-Spy, perhaps?" At this point, something long and silver fell out of his sleeve.

"IS THAT ONE OF MY TEASPOONS?" Plo yelled, leaping out of his seat. "Put it back into my collection!!"

Mace hurriedly replaced the teaspoon, while Obi-Wan attempted to explain their presence in Plo's apartment. Not impressed, Plo terminated the communication. Those teaspoons would require a full repolishing when he returned to the Temple, he thought gloomily.

"Okay, my turn. It's gold, and shiny, and bright."

Clone 2 considered this description. "Uh... let me see..."

Plo shifted restlessly in his seat. "It's a star, you idiot!"

"Sir!" the commander whined, "He was going to get that one!"

Clone 2 sighed. "Let's play something else, like... I know, Celebrity Heads!"

Bored and irritated, Plo decided to take a nap at this point. When he woke up, Clone 2 was sitting in a chair, umming and ahhing over his mysterious identity.

"So I wear white armour and a helmet, and I work for the war effort..."

The commander nodded encouragingly. "Do you give up? You're me!!"

Both the clones laughed uproariously, then stopped when Plo's teeth-grinding became audible.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir. Did you want to play?" Clone 2 asked politely.

Plo sighed. "God, I need some booze," he said loudly, to the cockpit in general.

At that point, he noticed that Obi-Wan and Mace had appeared on the viewscreen. Their stunned faces left no doubt as to whether they had heard his proclamation.

"Damn!" Plo shouted, slamming his fist onto the control panel. "So, can we get out of here yet?"

Obi-Wan glanced at Mace. "Should you tell him, or should I?"

"You should. I don't handle emotional scenes well," Mace replied. "They give me hives."

"Okay," Obi-Wan began, clearing his throat. "Well, you know how you've always wanted to see how long it takes you to die of suffocation when you're stranded in space..."

Plo laughed. "You know, it really sounded, for a minute there, like you were trying to gently let me know that we're going to die."

"Er," stammered Obi-Wan, flushing furiously. "Well, as a matter of fact, we are. You've got about an hour until the air runs out."

There was an uncomfortable silence as this news sunk into Plo's brain, and hives began to pop up on Mace's neck. The silence was eventually broken by Mace clearing his throat.

"This might be the wrong time to ask, but... can I have your teaspoon collection?"

And you thought Jedi didn't have teaspoon collections. Reviews? :)