Thank you to those who have reviewed! 12, my brother told me that NASCAR drivers can die, but I needed that in there as a valid excuse, and also, Luke and Leia haven't been watching it for very long, so they don't know that. But thanks for telling me anyway:)

Italics=Telepathic communication

"Yoda, this is. Important announcement, I have. Report to an important meeting, everyone must. In main meeting room, it is. Attend, every Jedi needs to. In ½ hour, it is. See you there, I will."

Luke and Leia Skywalker slowly came out of the meditative trance that they had been in for the past 12 hours.

"I can't believe that was only Yoda's punishment. That, and like 15 whacks. And Yoda is known for not being really harsh. I don't know what our masters will do to us," Luke said incredulously.

"I know, right?!" Leia exclaimed. "I thought that we would just get hit with his blasted stick a few times. I am not barging into a council meeting in a hurry."

Both twins exited the meditation chamber, blinking a few times to adjust to the surrounding light. The temple was the busiest they had ever seen. Jedi were all heading toward the main meeting room in swarms. Luke grabbed Leia's arm.

"We'd better hurry. If we don't, we'll get the worst seats in the whole room."

As Luke and Leia entered, Luke complained,

"That nasty booger-colored troll. It still hurts to walk!"

"Me too. Seriously, the Jedi code should have a law against scary booger-colored trolls carrying sticks," Leia agreed.

Whack.

Luke looked down to see a very angry Master Yoda.

Whack.

Leia looked down to see a very angry Master Yoda.

"Call me booger colored, you will not. Disrespectful, it is," Yoda said sternly.

"Master, I spoke the truth. Boogers are green, you are green. I was not insulting you when I said that," Leia said.

"Call me green, why don't you," Yoda suggested.

"We're working on expanding our vocabulary," Luke explained.

Whack. Whack.

"Speak to your Masters this evening, I will. Have a talk about impudence, I will. Insult council members, you will not."

With that, a very disgruntled Master Yoda walked away.

"Crud. I can't believe he caught us," Leia said.

"Just our luck," Luke said. "Now I'm even more sore."

"Luke! Leia!" Anakin and Obi-Wan yelled. "We've saved you both seats!"

The two ran over as fast as they could. When they got there, Anakin and Obi-Wan looked at them very sternly.

"When we get back to our quarters, we need to have a talk. About your punishments," Obi-Wan said. "How many times have we lectured you about never, ever interrupting a council session? Never, right?"

This last bit was said with sarcasm.

"Sure Master," Leia replied sarcastically. "You totally don't mention it like every time."

"Then what excuse do you have?" Obi-Wan said in the voice that they both knew meant they were in deep trouble.

"Master, if we hadn't come in, Yoda probably would have beaten everyone senseless with his stick. And you'd probably be dead, since Master Windu was chasing you with a lightsaber."

"She does have a point," Anakin pointed out dryly. "I'm not too convinced that's a good excuse for the camera's though."

"Um…" Luke tried to think of a valid excuse for placing cameras in the council chambers.

"Exactly," Obi-Wan said sharply. "Though barging into the council meeting to save us all from Master Yoda might be a decent excuse, there is no excuse whatsoever for placing cameras in the council chambers and then spying on the meeting."

"I'm sorry Masters," both twins chorused.

"SILENCE!" Windu boomed.

"Thank Master Windu, I do," Yoda said. "Wondering why you are here, you are. Running out of money the Order is. Too many Jedi for the Republic to fund, there are."

There was a gasp from the whole entire order.

"Doing a fundraiser we are. Required, participation is. Doing NASCAR races, we are. Explain, those who had the idea will."

The two in question gulped. Luke had stage fright. Leia didn't really like speaking to people she knew, though she loved talking to crowds that she didn't know.

"Luke and Leia Skywalker. Come up here, you will," Yoda commanded.

Luke's face was now bright red. Leia looked slightly green. With a feeling of dread, the twins walked up to the podium where Master Yoda had just been. Evidently he had force-levitated himself up.

"Hi everyone," Luke said. "So, I'm pretty sure that you all know who we are."

"Anyway," Leia interrupted quickly, before her brother could make a fool of himself even more. "We're here to explain about what NASCAR racing is. So, has anyone heard of podracing?"

About ¾ of the crowd raised their hands.

"Leia," Luke said. "Look at Master Anakin."

When Leia looked, she saw with horror that Anakin held a camera in his hand. It was pointed at the two of them.

"No way! Kill me now."

"Well, NASCAR Racing is kinda like that. In our version, we're going to race 500 laps on a track that's going to span the arena of the Coruscant Athletic Building," Luke explained nervously.

Leia, meanwhile, had noticed a piece of paper on the podium. It was a list for what to talk about. It read:

How it works

Who does what

Initiates-Pit leaders

Lessons from Master Anakin

Younglings-Pit crews

Lessons from Master Anakin

8 council members plus 17 others-Drivers

Kit Fisto-Concessions

Shaak Ti-Youngling leader

Eeth Koth-Pace Car

All others should open concessions or souvenir stands unless asked otherwise by the council

That was it. Nothing else. Leia wondered if the council had decided to make them do this as punishment AFTER they had left

"Ok, so everyone's probably wondering who's doing what. Everyone in the order gets to do something, plus most likely some outsiders. All of the Younglings will be divided into 25 groups of 7 for pit crews for the drivers, and 25 initiates will be crew chiefs. The 6 younglings from each group who service the cars will take lessons on how to service the cars from Master Skywalker. Any leftover initiates and younglings will assist Master and Padawan pairs working at souvenir and concession stands," Leia told the crowd.

"8 council members have already agreed to be drivers. If 17 other Jedi Knights who do not have Padawans would be willing to sign up as drivers, that would be appreciated. All younglings who are part of the pit crews should tell Master Shaak Ti, as he is dividing them up into teams. All of the other Jedi in the temple should open Souvenir or concession stands unless otherwise asked," Luke continued. "We hope that this will be a success and thank you for your time."

The Jedi clapped politely as Luke and Leia walked as fast as they could toward their seats, their faces bright red. When they arrived, Anakin was putting the camera away.

"How could you videotape that!" Luke said angrily.

"I'll tell you later, Padawan," was Anakin's amused reply.

Leia could see Obi-Wan and Anakin smirking at each other. She gulped.

"Thank you for your time, the council does. Talk to Master Fisto about opening stands, you will. Talk to Master Windu, potential drivers will. Go back to your quarters, you will," Yoda said.

As they arrived back into their rooms, Luke and Leia felt very scared. Their masters had been grinning in a very evil fashion the whole way back, and they both knew that meant nothing good.

"What are you going to do with that video?" Leia asked as they arrived. "Delete it RIGHT NOW!"

"Nice try, Leia," Anakin said. "I'm showing this at the next family reunion."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Luke and Leia yelled.

"I'm staying home," Luke said.

"No you are not. You are going to be in the room while I show this. Your relatives will LOVE it," Anakin said with an evil grin.

"Why though? Why torture us?" Leia asked.

"This is your punishment for placing cameras in the council chambers," Obi-Wan said. "Rather fitting, isn't it?"

"We haven't done anything with the footage though," Luke argued.

"Not that we know of," Obi-Wan said. "End of story. It is going to be shown at the reunion, and you will be there." This last part was said in the tone that gave no room for argument.

"Master," Luke said. "Can I sign up to be a driver?"

"I already commed the council when we got home. I figured you would want to. Leia, what about you?" Anakin said.

"I'd like to tell all the drivers the rules at the beginning," Leia said with a grin.

"Fine with me," Obi-Wan said. "I'll comm the council."

With that, both Padawans exited the room.

"I'm going to ask Padme if she would be willing to inspect all of the cars. We need someone to do that. Master Windu said he'd comm the announcers of the real Nascar races to see if they'd come announce. Master Yoda will help. And C-3PO is going to wave the flags, and R2 is going to deliver concessions," Anakin said.

"Seems pretty well set to me," Obi-Wan said.

"I can't believe you just agreed with me," Anakin said. "That's weird."

"It's not the first time," Obi-Wan argued. "We agreed on the video."

"Maybe."

A knock sounded on the door.

Meanwhile, in Leia's room, the two Padawans were reflecting upon their grim situation.

"I hate family reunions. Mom's sisters and family SCARE me. Seriously. They always put me in frilly pink dresses and tiaras, and then they parade me around. I don't even get to have a belt for my lightsaber," Leia complained.

"They always stuff me in a suit. At least I get my lightsaber, but then all the scary grandmas make me show off my lightsaber moves. And I hate doing ANYTHING in front of family. It's so awkward," Luke said.

"I can't believe that Dad's going to make us be in the same room as all the people watching the movie. That's like, padawan abuse."

Just then they heard something even worse coming from the living room. Master Yoda.

"Hello Master Yoda. What brings you here?" Obi-Wan said.

"Speak about your Padawans, I must. Disrespectfu,l they were," Yoda complained.

"What have they done now, Master?" The tone in Obi-Wan's voice suggested he might murder the Padawans in question when he was all done talking to Master Yoda.

"Called me booger colored, they did. Complained about me punishing them, they did," Yoda griped.

"But Master, you are booger colored," Anakin pointed out.

"Boy, Anakin. I never guessed." Obi-Wan's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Called me a booger colored troll, they did. Refer to me by my skin color, they should not. Punished, they must be."

"Master Yoda, they spoke the truth. You are the same color as a booger. They were being truthful, though speaking of you as such was disrespectful," Anakin said.

"Hmph. See where your Padawans get impudence, I do," was Yoda's displeased reply.

"Master Yoda, you shouldn't be so touchy about being green."

"Not all, that is. Snarky, they were. Expanding their vocabulary, they said. Snarky and rude it was."

"Master, booger colored is a synonym to green. It was a creative way of saying green," was Obi-Wan's dry comment.

"Impertinent, you are. Grand Master Jedi, I am. Appreciate your disrespect, I do not. Leaving now, I am."

Luke and Leia heard the door slam closed. They then started to laugh.

"He is so touchy," Leia snickered.

"Honestly, you'd think he might have a sense of humor after living 900 years," Luke laughed.

"I can see his face," Leia said between gasps. "All wide-eyed when Dad called him booger colored, and disapproving."

"LUKE! LEIA!" Obi-Wan's voice interrupted their laughter.

"Uh oh."

When they entered the living room, Anakin's face was amused, but Obi-Wan looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh.

"Did you really call Master Yoda a booger colored troll?" Anakin asked, snickering.

"Yes. But not to his face. I told Leia that I was still sore from that booger-colored troll hitting me with his blasted stick," Luke said, with a laugh.

"I told Luke that the Jedi Code should say something about booger colored trolls being allowed to have sticks," Leia said, now roaring with laughter.

"Only, then he hit us with his stick, and we didn't know he heard, honest!" Luke stopped laughing long enough to beg for mercy.

"Obi-Wan, stop trying to not laugh. You know it was funny, and besides, you called him a booger colored troll too," Anakin demanded.

Before they knew it, the four of them were laughing at the impression that Obi-Wan had just done of Yoda's face. Then, a thundering yell broke the laughter,

"KENOBI! SKYWALKER! WHERE ARE YOU!"

Huh, who could that be? :) I guess you'll find out on Tuesday! Also, I know that NASCAR has stages now, but I'm not going to make that be happening in this fanfiction, since it confuses me and plus, I think the race will be simpler that way. Thanks for reading!