Welcome to, Chaos On Deck Part IV...

You know the spiel, I do not own Star Wars, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, The Stormtroopers, the Death Star, these are all copyrights of LucasFilm Ltd. I also do not own any other references in the RP such as Charlie Brown, any Lady Gaga SOngs, or Lady Gaga herself I believe she has that right. As this is a spoof things are going to happen in extremely bizarre ways and totally different from the story line.

This spoof in particular is taken from a roleplay the people listed below and I did on Neopwts, and is a continuation of Part III. Now on to the participaters...

Marly_Hugo35 (Me) - Darth Vader, Sam, Other Extras

bugsbunny7117 - Chef

rose101364 - Barnabus The Stormtrooper and Mr. Wilkins The Demented Janitor (OC's)

O.k., I know I said, TWO parts, but things change, so another cliffhanger is left here, and I [rpmose that the next one will be the last one in this loop. Also, we're still working on getting another plot up as soon as possible which is the first "Off Death Star RP" to come from our group yet, it will be occurring on (SPOILER) Yav... Ha, you really thought I would tell you, sadness... Well, hopefully it will be up soon enough, read on... readers, and don't forget to rate , comment, and review...

On the last installment of Chaos on Deck...

"MY OVEN JUST EXPLODED WE NEED HELP!"

Well, that's really it for re-summarizing, oh don't worry, if you didn't read the previous chapter, part, story-thing, (Which I would find extremely odd if you didn't, I mean it was right before this, the only reason you wouldn't read it would be some irrational fear of the number three or the word burn) not much happened. We spent a day in the life of an Imperial Tech Support member as he helped our darling Mr. Chef, save his kitchen from near destruction. The only down-side, apart from the fire, the loss of all the food, Max's third-degree burns, the loss of the new Sir-Mix-A-Lot 3000, and the Pop-Tart stash being reduced to blackened crumbs, was that now Vader had to be called in to help rebuild the kitchen, will he help them? Will he cause more destruction? Will Timmy ever get out of the well? Oops wrong story, Will the Mole-People return or has Dr. Fragglehorn created some new, terrible, yet some how adorably cute creature to terrorize the Empire? Well, don't ask me read the story...

The Chef was quite relieved to not be dead, and thus thanked Vader quickly, before hanging up the phone, which fell to the ground as the charred receiver crumbled into ash. He then attended to Barnabus, "EASY Barny, it's OK ,I promise I won't let him hurt you ok?"

A muffled sob came out from under the counter, "You. Can't. Promise. ANYTHING!" The poor clone was extremely torn up by his role model's sudden urge to kill him.

The Chef, being a people person, picked Barnabus up from under the counter, and gave him a hug. He would have given him a brownie sundae too, but.. well... there weren't any brownies left, and the ice cream had been reduced to milk, and was attracting every stray space cat in the tri-planet area.

"O.k., I'm here, please no photos, autographs, or bacon sculptures made in my amazing image," Vader said as he broke through the crumbling door, throwing his lobster bib aside. He then cracked his knuckles as an unseen wind blew his cape behind him and he placed his hands on his hips, "How might I be of service fine citizens?"

Cinnamon buuuuuuuunns!" Barnabus bawled, running away. He quickly barricaded himself in the pantry, which unfortunately crumbled by the surprise attack, and armed with a loaf of blackened French bread.

"Well, Sir...We need two things, to completely fix and remodel the kitchen, and the ability to move at montage speed..."

At this, Mr. Wilkins awoke, "Montage?" he asked, looking oddly excited, "Do you need me to sing?"

The Chef looked oddly at Wilkins, then to Vader... "Can he sing? I mean... well?"

"Um-hmm, I think it's best we let him sleep, so... let's get to work, SAM?," Vader yelled at the ceiling. "YES LORD VADER?," Came the voice over the P.A. "Prepare to jump to montage speed!" "DO YOU WANT 'WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS' or 'THE CANTINA THEME' TO PLAY?" "Surprise me," Vader replied. "AS YOU WISH! PREPARING MONTAGE-SPACE-ENGINES! PREPARE TO MAKE THE JUMP!"

Barnabus peeked out from under the counter, his eyes wide with horror, "NO! NOT THE MONTAGE SPEED!" The Stormtrooper promptly jumped up, straight into Chef's arms, "SAVE ME!"

"WOOMPH! Barnabus?" The Cheff put him back on the ground, "Listen, would you just relax?"

"He can't!" muttered Wilkins, upset that he couldn't sing, "He's all hopped up on cola and cinnamon buns." "LIES!" yelled Barnabus, pointing at the janitor.

"WHICH SPEED WOULD YOU PREFER? 'OH NO, PIKACHU'S DYING AGAIN,' or, 'WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP A GIANT MESS IN TWO HOURS'?," Sam asked over the P.A. "I don't know, which would you prefer Chef?," Vader asked.

The Chef face-palmed, "How about the 'We Have To Clean Up A Huge mess In Two Hours' One... also might I suggest Ghost Love Score? Or perhaps Last of the Wilds? I find that Nightwish makes an awesome montage."

Mr. Wilkins sighed, "I'm going back to sleep." The old man grabbed his Windex and started down the hallway. "MR. WILKINS, NOOOOO!" yelled Barnabus, "I NEED THE WINDEX!" the clone rushed after him.

"O.k., did you catch that Sam?," Vader asked. "ROGER, ROGER... SORRY, SORRY, A BATTLE DROID MANAGED TO TAKE MY SEAT FOR A SECOND! ATTENTION! ATTENTION! ALL TROOPERS AND PERSONNEL, WE ARE PREPARING TO GO TO MONTAGE-SPEED! PLEASE THINK ABOUT EXCITING POSES TO DO DURING IT! ACTIVATING IN 12-11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-ZERO! ACTIVATING MONTAGE-SPEED!"

*Chef sweeps up the room*

*Barnabus runs around, spraying everything with Windex*

THROUGH THE MAGIC OF MONTAGES WE FIND OUR HEROES,... VILLAINS,... BAD PEOPLE WHO HAVE A NICE SIDE,... CHARACTERS, IN A SPOTLESS KITCHEN WITH 200,000,000 LOBSTERS PLATED PERFECTLY BEFORE THEM. THROUGHOUT THE TEAL STAR PEOPLE COULD BE HEARD HITTING THEIR HEADS OFF WALLS AS THEY SUDDENLY JOLTED OUT OF THEIR LAST POSE!

The Chef had the staff out and ready to serve in moments, and it wasn't until after the meal that he was able to take a look at the wonderful work they'd accomplished and breath a contented sigh. "Well Sir, we did it."

Mr. Wilkins was lying a pile of lobster shells, completely stuffed. "Too. MUCH!" he groaned. Barnabus looked at the chef, his eyes wide, "Did you make any cinnamon buns, Mr. Chef?"

Vader licked his gloved fingers as he tossed a shell behind him onto Wilkins' pile. "ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THAT MEAL WAS DELICIOUS! ALSO, UM THOSE MOLE-PEOPLE, YEAH, REMEMBER THEM, WELLLLLLLL... DR. FRAGGLEHORN JUST CREATED SOME PENGUIN-PEOPLE, DO NOT WEAR CLOTHING THAT SMELLS LIKE FISH OR CINNAMON, HIDE YOUR CHILDREN, AND DO NOT EAT LOBSTERS! THANK YOU!," chimed in the P.A.

The Chefs eyes widened inside his helmet "...Uh-oh..." He glanced down at the overstuffed Janitor, "We gotta hide Wilkins."

Mr. Wilkins looked up, bleary-eyed, "What was that?" Not knowing what else to do, Barnabus promptly hit him over the head with the Windex bottle, knocking the janitor out.

"BARNABUS!" The Chef snatched the Windex bottle and squirted him a few times, "NO!" He turned back to Vader, "Can you lift him?"

Vader cracked his knuckles before causing the janitor to float off the ground, "I'll do better than that!" Suddenly the janitor swirled around several times before disappearing as a small golf cart painted pink, with flowers along it pulled up, "I put him in the Room Of Of Fancy French Baguettes, I hear that Penguin-People are allergic to them, TO THE VADERMOBILE!" He then got on the cart as Barbie jams pumped out of the speakers.

The Chef shivered a bit as the Barbie music played, "Why?"

A now Windex-covered Barnabus stared at the car in shock. "V- Vadermobile?" he asked, his voice very small.

The Chef looked to Barnabus, "You and I can walk if you like..."

Barnabus shook his head, "What? Are you crazy?" before anyone could stop him, the Stormtrooper jumped into the front seat, "I'M DRIVING!"

"Sorry, it's the Emperor's niece's, he gave it to me and I still haven't been able to get it to the shop," he said as he changed the CD to Lady Gaga, "Rah ah, ahahah, roma, ro mama, GaGa, oh lala, WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE," he sang along.

The Chef thought he'd had things figured out... until he'd started singing Lady Gaga... it was at that point he decided that it was best just to get in and go along with it all.

Giddy with joy, Barnabus stepped on the gas pedal, veering into the hallway, "YAHOOOOOOOO!" he yelled, "What's the speed limit in this hallway?"

"60 lightyears per parsec," Vader said after he regained his balance and changed the song, "JUST DANCE, It's gonna be o.k., dadadadada, JUST DANCE, just spin that record babe, dadadadada." "ATTENTION! ATTENTION! THE PENGUIN-PEOPLE ARE APPARENTLY A GREAT DEAL MORE ADVANCED THEN THEIR PREDECESSORS THEN WE ORIGINALLY THOUGHT, THEY CAN OPEN DOORS AND SPELL SIX LETTER WORDS! FEAR THEIR INTELLECTUALITY!"

Ooooooooo, another... CLIFFHANGER!

What will happen next?

Will the Penguin-People kill them all?

Why hasn't someone done something about Dr. Fragglehorn?

EMPEROR PALPATINE HAS A NIECE?

Will they crash?

What about this new plot, where is it at?

The answers to these questions and more in the next installment...

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