MWhadahada..*cough*... *gasp*... *choke*... *dies*....(Jabba's last evil laugh)
hehehehehehe.... A-um- interesting chapter...
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own starwars, little brothers, Weird Al, or Walky-Talkys.
Please laugh and Review!
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Cleo and Riddle crouched at the front door of what they believed to be the house. Riddle studied the door. "Okay, first we can analyze the area then we can-" Cleo pushed the door open. "-oh" Cleo cautiously stuck her head in. "It's a garage!" "What? Then where's the- Oh, oops." Cleo rummaged around the garage while Riddle picked up her walky-talky. "Riddler to Silver Wolf. Come in Silver Wolf." Jarik's voice can through clearly. "I'm here, Riddler. What's the situation?" "We have access to the garage, Silver Wolf, and are heading to the ominous-black-mountain that we now believe to be a house." "Good job Riddler we await the signal." "Copy that Silver Wolf, Riddler out."
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Riddle was about to stick the walky-talky back on her belt when Cleo ran up with a box labeled 'Do Not Open.' "What are-" Riddle glanced in the box and then leaned forward, "OooOOOoo!" Riddle brought out the black box again. "Silver Wolf?" "Yes?" "Egyptian-girl has found something quite- ah- interesting." "What is it Riddler? "Toilet paper." "We have a job to do here-" "No, no very special toilet paper." "What could be-" Cleo grabbed the black box from Riddle and whispered something to the listeners on the other side.
**
Silence rang loudly from the other side when she was finished. Cleo threw a worried glance at Riddle. "Silver Wolf?" No answer. "Dooms Day 13?" No answer. Cleo grew frantic. "Queen of Mashed Potatoes?!?" Marian's voice sounded after a moment. "Ah, I'm afraid the others can't come to the... er... walky-talky right now." Riddle grabbed the black box back. "And why not?" "They're laughing too hard." "I don't hear anything." "Silently laughing... It's quite funny really..." Riddle sighed. "We'll add this to the other ammo and ... decorate when you're inside." "Roger that, Queen of Mashed Potatoes , over and out."
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Caylor's mouth was a gape as Cor and seven of his friends appeared with her skateboards. ALL of her skateboards. "What are you doing?!" Cor looked at her with big blue nine-year-old eyes. "You said to get the skate boards." He replied simply. "But where did," she pointed to the others, "they come from?" They all pouted and gave her BIG eyes. "Can-" "No." Caylor had a brother of her own and the eyes had no affect on her. "Why-" ""No!" Cor's eyes narrowed to slits. "What if-" "NO! And put my skate boards back!" Cor studied her for a moment and then nodded to a boy near the back of the line wearing a brown trench coat. "Sam." Sam nodded and he nodded back. "Bring it out."
**
Sam opened his trench coat to revile a variety of ideas. Cor plucked a thick book out and thumbed through the pages. "See this?" He asked with a wicked grin. "This is an instruction booklet to the-" "Unless it's a skateboard I'm not interested." She interrupted.
**
He smiled at her again. "Ever heard of a- well I don't know- speeder bike?" "And it's water proof and can fold up to the size of a Swiss army knife." Sam added. "And it has forty gears and goes up to a hundred-twenty , is fire proof, has a life time guarantee, excellent gas mileage-"
**
Caylor snatched the book and flipped through it. "You got a deal. Where is the merchandise?" "After we-" "Nope paid up front and full." Cor scowled, took a small brown box from Sam, and handed it to her. Caylor read the label (it said 'Speeder Bike' ), checked the copy right and squinted. "Where's Nar Shaddaa?" "Does it matter?" Cor was growing annoyed. "I guess not." She tucked it away. "But if you break one of my Skateboards... do not sleep tonight."
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Boba turned to the rounded man running up to him. "Hey, Boba! How-" Boba grabbed the man by the front of the shirt. "How do you know-" Boba blinked and then stared at the bearded man. "Dengar?" The man smiled. "Long time no see, buddy." Boba dropped him and took a step back. "Why are you- When did you- What is-"
**
The front door swung open to reveal a man wearing an Albuquerque T-Shirt. "Ah, Mr. Fett what a pleasant surprise." Boba gasped, head spinning. "You're dead!" "Only in your world, my friend." "How did you-" Dengar/ George shook his head. "Now don't start that again." Boba's eyes narrowed at him. "You knew?" "Yep." "Why didn't you-" Al sighed. "Maybe some Corellian Whiskey would clear his mind." "Sure," Dengar grumbled dragging Boba into the house, "If you have about a thirty gallons of that stuff."
*******
Tefo sat at his desk at a unknown location and scanned the list set before him. Ever since a new diabolical war lord had popped up- The Unknown One, or something like that- business had been booming. The problem was there wasn't enough spots open. He'd just have to make some. He drew up a list of the staff of the school he had sent "Mr. Jaster" to. Tefo supposed they could all be... persuaded. Besides that Chem. Lab teacher... well he couldn't do anything about that. Unless he wanted to start a war. He glanced at both lists and then dialed the jobs that went unnoticed.
**
Soon he had sent the Cook to Tahiti, the bus driver to the Bahamas, and the janitor to Alaska. Places far, far away from a little school they had previously worked at. The conditions? No questions and they would stay for life. The benefits? A million bucks and a one way plane ticket. How could the earthlings refuse such an offer? But then again, they didn't know he was getting three-hundred times more profit than he was giving to them for filling their places. But who needed to know that?
**
Tefo smiled as he sent the lucky people an prerecorded message. He had memorized it by now. "Your place has been secured... Please come as soon as possible..."
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Sorry about leaving you hanging like this...
But I'm going to be gone...
Ohhhhh...
eight days...
and though I will try my hardest to update before then...
I'm not sure I will have a chance to...
so live in suspence of if you will live in suspence or not...
Yeppers.
C ya!
MB,
who is soon to be sun burn so bad she looks like a... red.... thing...
hehehehehehe.... A-um- interesting chapter...
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't own starwars, little brothers, Weird Al, or Walky-Talkys.
Please laugh and Review!
*************************************************************************************************
Cleo and Riddle crouched at the front door of what they believed to be the house. Riddle studied the door. "Okay, first we can analyze the area then we can-" Cleo pushed the door open. "-oh" Cleo cautiously stuck her head in. "It's a garage!" "What? Then where's the- Oh, oops." Cleo rummaged around the garage while Riddle picked up her walky-talky. "Riddler to Silver Wolf. Come in Silver Wolf." Jarik's voice can through clearly. "I'm here, Riddler. What's the situation?" "We have access to the garage, Silver Wolf, and are heading to the ominous-black-mountain that we now believe to be a house." "Good job Riddler we await the signal." "Copy that Silver Wolf, Riddler out."
**
Riddle was about to stick the walky-talky back on her belt when Cleo ran up with a box labeled 'Do Not Open.' "What are-" Riddle glanced in the box and then leaned forward, "OooOOOoo!" Riddle brought out the black box again. "Silver Wolf?" "Yes?" "Egyptian-girl has found something quite- ah- interesting." "What is it Riddler? "Toilet paper." "We have a job to do here-" "No, no very special toilet paper." "What could be-" Cleo grabbed the black box from Riddle and whispered something to the listeners on the other side.
**
Silence rang loudly from the other side when she was finished. Cleo threw a worried glance at Riddle. "Silver Wolf?" No answer. "Dooms Day 13?" No answer. Cleo grew frantic. "Queen of Mashed Potatoes?!?" Marian's voice sounded after a moment. "Ah, I'm afraid the others can't come to the... er... walky-talky right now." Riddle grabbed the black box back. "And why not?" "They're laughing too hard." "I don't hear anything." "Silently laughing... It's quite funny really..." Riddle sighed. "We'll add this to the other ammo and ... decorate when you're inside." "Roger that, Queen of Mashed Potatoes , over and out."
*********
Caylor's mouth was a gape as Cor and seven of his friends appeared with her skateboards. ALL of her skateboards. "What are you doing?!" Cor looked at her with big blue nine-year-old eyes. "You said to get the skate boards." He replied simply. "But where did," she pointed to the others, "they come from?" They all pouted and gave her BIG eyes. "Can-" "No." Caylor had a brother of her own and the eyes had no affect on her. "Why-" ""No!" Cor's eyes narrowed to slits. "What if-" "NO! And put my skate boards back!" Cor studied her for a moment and then nodded to a boy near the back of the line wearing a brown trench coat. "Sam." Sam nodded and he nodded back. "Bring it out."
**
Sam opened his trench coat to revile a variety of ideas. Cor plucked a thick book out and thumbed through the pages. "See this?" He asked with a wicked grin. "This is an instruction booklet to the-" "Unless it's a skateboard I'm not interested." She interrupted.
**
He smiled at her again. "Ever heard of a- well I don't know- speeder bike?" "And it's water proof and can fold up to the size of a Swiss army knife." Sam added. "And it has forty gears and goes up to a hundred-twenty , is fire proof, has a life time guarantee, excellent gas mileage-"
**
Caylor snatched the book and flipped through it. "You got a deal. Where is the merchandise?" "After we-" "Nope paid up front and full." Cor scowled, took a small brown box from Sam, and handed it to her. Caylor read the label (it said 'Speeder Bike' ), checked the copy right and squinted. "Where's Nar Shaddaa?" "Does it matter?" Cor was growing annoyed. "I guess not." She tucked it away. "But if you break one of my Skateboards... do not sleep tonight."
**********
Boba turned to the rounded man running up to him. "Hey, Boba! How-" Boba grabbed the man by the front of the shirt. "How do you know-" Boba blinked and then stared at the bearded man. "Dengar?" The man smiled. "Long time no see, buddy." Boba dropped him and took a step back. "Why are you- When did you- What is-"
**
The front door swung open to reveal a man wearing an Albuquerque T-Shirt. "Ah, Mr. Fett what a pleasant surprise." Boba gasped, head spinning. "You're dead!" "Only in your world, my friend." "How did you-" Dengar/ George shook his head. "Now don't start that again." Boba's eyes narrowed at him. "You knew?" "Yep." "Why didn't you-" Al sighed. "Maybe some Corellian Whiskey would clear his mind." "Sure," Dengar grumbled dragging Boba into the house, "If you have about a thirty gallons of that stuff."
*******
Tefo sat at his desk at a unknown location and scanned the list set before him. Ever since a new diabolical war lord had popped up- The Unknown One, or something like that- business had been booming. The problem was there wasn't enough spots open. He'd just have to make some. He drew up a list of the staff of the school he had sent "Mr. Jaster" to. Tefo supposed they could all be... persuaded. Besides that Chem. Lab teacher... well he couldn't do anything about that. Unless he wanted to start a war. He glanced at both lists and then dialed the jobs that went unnoticed.
**
Soon he had sent the Cook to Tahiti, the bus driver to the Bahamas, and the janitor to Alaska. Places far, far away from a little school they had previously worked at. The conditions? No questions and they would stay for life. The benefits? A million bucks and a one way plane ticket. How could the earthlings refuse such an offer? But then again, they didn't know he was getting three-hundred times more profit than he was giving to them for filling their places. But who needed to know that?
**
Tefo smiled as he sent the lucky people an prerecorded message. He had memorized it by now. "Your place has been secured... Please come as soon as possible..."
*************************************************************************************************
Sorry about leaving you hanging like this...
But I'm going to be gone...
Ohhhhh...
eight days...
and though I will try my hardest to update before then...
I'm not sure I will have a chance to...
so live in suspence of if you will live in suspence or not...
Yeppers.
C ya!
MB,
who is soon to be sun burn so bad she looks like a... red.... thing...
