The below scene is just some random inspiration I had.
Interlude
Crecheling Master Ida was tidying up the painting room when she heard a familiar thumping sound coming her way. She looked up to see Master Yoda steadily thumping his way towards her, the familiar gimer stick gripped firmly in his small claw.
With a final thump of his stick, Master Yoda stopped in front of her. Master Ida gave a small bow of respect to the senior council member and said "How may I help you today, Master Yoda?"
"Humph!" Master Yoda harrumphed. "Know do you, what make Master Windu behave so disgraceful in front of the younglings yesterday?"
Instead of replying, Master Ida walked over to the doorway leading to the playroom where all the initiates are.
"Obi Wan." she called out. "Can you come over here for a moment please?"
Upon hearing the summon, young Obi Wan eagerly leap up from his toys and came running towards the Creche master. "Yes, Master Ida?" He panted, slightly out of breath from his short run.
"I would like you to bring me the diary that you have been keeping for the past few days, Young one." Master Ida smiled fondly down at Obi Wan.
"Yes, Master Ida" Young Obi Wan replied. He hurried over to his locker and took out his diary. Running back to Master Ida, Obi Wan passed his diary over to her, wondering curiously what she intends to do with it.
Silently, Master Ida handed the diary over to Master Yoda, who proceeds to read it swiftly. Coming to the last entry, Master Yoda harrumphed and closes the diary with a snap.
Leveling a glare at poor unsuspecting Obi Wan, Master Yoda said "Yoda my name is, Yoga I am not. Much more work your spelling needs, Young One."
"But…but…Master Yoda! I checked the spelling in the dicto-gram and it said that Y-O-D-A is not a valid word! It recommended me to use Y-O-G-A instead." Obi Wan protested.
"Harrumph!" Master Yoda snorted. "Yoga I am not, but Oaty One you definitely are!" With that, Master Yoda gives one of his infamous whack on Obi Wan's shins with his gimer stick and ambled away.
Obi Wan gave a yell at the sharp pain and started rubbing his shin vigorously. He stared in puzzlement at the retreating Senior Council Member's back, which seems to be shaking in a very suspicious manner.
"Cowsir Moobers indeed!" Master Yoda mumbles agitatedly to himself as he thumps his way slowly away from the Creche. "Thinks us cows to be put out to pasture does he? Impertinent upstart! Likes to eat grass I do, but cow I am not! Hummph!"
