Chapter 3

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'Pizza, Pizza! Ground Control Major Prank'

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Some Time Later - Imperial Control Tower

Control tower voice.

"We've got a ship approaching…" Control tower addresses the ship. "State you purpose. You do not have clearance for a landing. State your business or you will be fired upon..."

Voice from ship finally responds.

"Chill, dude! I have a delivery for the troops and ground crew."

The Control Tower voice is heard again.

"Who sent you?"

The voice from approaching ship sounds somewhat annoyed.

"Dude, come on, this stuff won't stay hot forever, man. I gotta go make another delivery on Naboo."

The Control Tower voice is stern and abruptly requests more information.

"Repeat. Who sent you?"

Voice From Ship responds, "Chaa!!! The receipt is signed, maaan! He reads the signature with some difficulty. Grand Master Pal-pa-ti-na, Palpa-ti-no …oh! it's an 'E'! Palpatine. Yeah, that's it! It's 100 pizzas for the troops of Emperor Palpatine, D.S. from Dagobah & Papal John's Pizza!"

Control tower voice replies, "You need the Emperor's signature?"

Voice from ship replies.

"Ahh…no, no…it's prepaid."

Control tower voice replies, " Alright, you may proceed into the landing bay. You have clearance."

Voice from ship answers, "Cool! I've never been on an Imperial Space Station before. Awesome!"

Once the ship lands, a ground crew removes the pizzas off the back of the craft. The delivery guy hands the receipt to the crew member

Delivery Guy, "There's also a note here. What's the "D. S." stand for?"

Ground Crew Chief takes the note, " Death Star..No, just joking. Darth Sidious."

The delivery guy is impressed, "Awesome! Is that anything like D.D.S. As in dentist? Grand Master Death Star sounds a lot cooler, dude. Palpatine sounds a little soft, if you catch my drift."

The Ground Crew Chief hands the delivery guy a tip.

The delivery guy bobs his head and tries to high-five the crew chief. The exchange fails to register. The delivery guy starts to leave, "Gee, thanks, dude! Enjoy the grub!"

Ground Crew Chief responds in the typical dry manner, "Thanks, kid. You can go now. You don't want those other pizzas to get cold."

The delivery guy, still in awe of the massive facility backs his way up the plank to the delivery ship. But this doesn't stop him from getting one more question in.

"So, you guys see a lot of action, eh?"

Ground crew chief answers in a military voice, "Enough! You can go now."

The delivery guy just can't help himself, "You guys need to get some major babe action in here. You're too uptight, dudes! Sex does a body good and a nice doobie helps too! I know where I can can score…."

The office points his blaster. The delivery guy raises he hands, finally backs away and leaves.

After the ship leaves a siren is sounded. All the storm troopers assemble to a large hall. They are ready for battle.

The Commander makes an official announcement, "Pizza Party!"

Weapons go crashing to the floor and everyone mills around the boxes to grab a slice. While everyone is eating, the Commander finally reads the note, full of typos, attached to the receipt:

"To my troops, who have served under my command;

Your swift thinking and uncanny "marksmanship" is invaluable to the Empire

Give Pizzachance!

Signed,

Your luving Imperial leaderr Pửlpatine

Whoo-ah. Hah! Xoxoxoxox"

The commander shrugs then eats his pizza.

At the same time during Vader's meeting with the Emperor….

"Lord Vader, do you smell garlic?"

Vader tilts his head toward the vents in the room, "I did sense it, my Master."

"Smells like pizza."

Vader rolls his eyes, "I'm sure it's the generator overheating again. I'll have maintenance look into it."

Vader was growing tired of the old coot complaining about every little crack in the wall and every smell filtering through the ventilation system. He wished the old geezer would fall down a steep shaft or slip in a puddle of water and break a hip. He was even contemplating tossing the old guy over himself.

Meanwhile, back on the Millennium Falcon….

Han, Luke, and Chewy are eating pizza while listening in on the Emperor's conversation with Vader. During the distraction of the pizza delivery, a bugging device was placed on the space station.

Han, Luke, and Chewbacca are laughing hysterically and doing high-fives as they listen in on the conversations. Threepio and Artoo are listening as well.

Threepio gently taps Luke on the shoulder, "Master, Luke?"

Luke still has the urge to joke, "That's "Grand Master LS", to YOU!!!" More laughter from Han and Chewie

Threepio responds to the command, "Grand Mas-"

"I'm just joking, Threepio. It's just Luke."

The protocol droid finds little humor in Luke's quips and antics and makes his opinion known.

"Master Luke, are you sure it's wise to play these silly pranks on your father and the Emperor? It's getting out of hand. 'Mark' my words; it will be your undoing."

Han rolls his eyes and swings around in his chair, "Will someone turn him off, already???? We're trying to have a little fun here!"

"But, Master Luke…"

Han is growing impatient with the droid, "Mr. Belvedere, If you don't be quiet, I'm going to have Chewy tear you from limb to limb, you neurotic droid! Chewy will be angry too because he's eating! So shut-Up!"

Artoo is chirping in a response. Threepio is offended

"Well!!! Come on Artoo. Let's leave them to their childish games… You want to hear more about what??! ….Master Luke is notgoing near any strip bar. He's a good boy. Besides, he's not even 21 yet…..What phony I.D.? Artoo, I'm disappointed in you. How long have you been producing them??...Really? You've seen that? Oh, my! What's the world coming to?"

Artoo continues to enlighten Threepio with his knowledge of strip clubs around the galaxy. Threepio is shocked

"Goodness Gracious me!"

Next chapter… 'A Force To Force Chat With Dad'