A/N: Uh-oh... We're BAAAAACK!!! (Actually, Hi. I'ts just me. Shanni. Leah's still off, across the county. But don't let that cool you off.) After much ado (basically about nothing), here we have it... CHAPTER THREE... Gasp!

Thanks Fluff!!!

Chapter 3: Practice.

"..around the bunny tree? I still don't get it!" Luke cried. They had revived him by smacking him with a wet mitten.

"Here, just let ME tie your skates!" screamed Vader. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you! It's lucky I have Leia to be all violent and evil and junk!!"

Leia nodded somberly in the corner trying desperately to put on her neck guard. All she could manage was to stuff her hand in a skate and shove the other backwards on her knee. To top it all off, she was wearing her shin pads on her freaky hair, which she had pulled into two horribly disfigured buns.

"Ok," Weenis said. "This is going to take more work than I thought..." Then he explained in detail how to put every single piece of equipment on every single part of their anatomy.

When they looked as close to hockey players as possible, Weenis led them on the ice to begin they're training. But he soon realized that most of them couldn't skate.

"Why do you even call yourselves hockey players? You don't know how to put on skates, you put all your equipment on the wrong parts of your body, which I may add is frightening and disturbing, you can't skate, and you beat on each other on a regular basis. Is there anything USEFUL you can do?" He shrieked at them all.

"Make toast can I!" Yoda giggled.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Luke cried, flinging up his hand. "Pick me, pick me!"

"Fine. What can YOU do, Luke?" Weenis said, evidently at a loss of something else to say.

Luke wracked his tiny brain to think of something he could do. "I can give water!" He finally came up with.

"Congratulations, water boy." Weenis said, smacking Luke upside the head.

"I can skate! Watch!" Han trilled, spinning into a perfect triple double sow-cow.

"That's figure skating, dip." Obi-Wan pointed out.

"Ooooh, oooooh! Look at me!" Leia shrieked. She whipped off her skate and hurled it at Luke's head, which missed by mere inches, but which caused him trauma all the same. Leia snarled.

"We don't decapitate our teammates, Leia! Two minutes in the penalty box!" Weenis said, pointing to a small box in the corner.

Leia went quietly but when the door shut, she screamed and clawed, trying to get out like a wild animal.

"Just let her tire herself out," Coach Weenis said.

"Right, like that'll happen," Han mumbled from somewhere off to the left.

"For your insolence...everybody...TWO HARD LAPS!!!!" Coach Weenis screeched.

They all took off, grumbling and moaning, trying desperately to stay on their feet.

"They're not too bad," Coach Weenis said to himself.

After a long and tiring practice, they all sat in the dressing room, listening to
Coach Weenis telling them about other hockey teams he had coached and how much better they were than them.

"Oh, like that's a real boost for our self esteem," Han mumbled.

"I smell BAD!" Leia cried.

"Like that's unusual," Luke snarled from the corner, where no one bothered to sit. That little quote caused Leia to chuck her stick at him, which hit him squarely in the temple, causing him to be knocked out for a few seconds.

Coachie looked over the roster a few times. "You need five more players to make it a complete team," He said.

They all pondered, trying to think of someone who could skate, and or hold the stick correctly.

"Pick me, master Luke!" C-3PO said, coming out of the locker room holding out towels.

"I pick him!" Weenis said. "He already has good gear! Shiny, too! Left defense!"

"But that's MY position!!!" Han whined.

"We need more than one, nut case." muttered Luke, who had apparently regained consciousness, but was to be knocked out again by Obi-Wan's shin pad.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he said, shrugging.

"If 3PO is playing, than I guess R2 can too," Weenis said," right defense!"

"Actually, come to think of it, LANDO can skate!" Han grinned; snapping his fingers in what he thought was an extraordinarily extravagant gesture.

"Well, get him in here!" Weenis shrieked.

"But I am here!" Lando said, crawling out of Han's equipment bag.

"Wow, I never knew how big those things actually were!" Lando said. "I've been living in there for the past three months! You gotta wash more of your sweaty socks, man!"

"Hee hee," Han said. "Sweaty socks!"

"Yeah, you still need help," Lando said.

"Right, but we still need two more players." Coach Weenis said. Everyone rubbed their chins, a classic example of a pose which details when someone is thinking.

"I can't think of anyone!" Leia whined. She was good at that.

"Me neither!" screamed Vader. If anything, he wanted to be the first one to think of another player." Wait...none of you will believe this, buuuuuuuuuut..."

Everyone waited in awkward anticipation.

"Spit it out, old man!" yelled Luke, who got a crack on the side of the head with a skate blade for his outburst.

"Follow me," Vader hissed ominously, in a way that was very, very ominous…

A/N: So, We pretty much rule! (After FINALLY getting a chapter up, I felt I needed to give myself a pat on the back.) Read and Review... please?