HAPPY SUMMER! ! ! ! ! :D Another chapter of NSNW4 is here to celebrate! But first, questions! Actually, first, credit!

I forgot to mention last chapter that Ian and Cherry belong to Liv. :) Ok, now questions!

Weird person who lives on mars asked: "You gonna have more on Yoda and his corndog "babies" as wrong as it sounds, and on Tommy and Cherry?" Answer: Maybe not too much on Yoda and the corndog babies, but on Tommy and Cherry, yes. :D

Count Mallet said: "It wouldn't surprise me if Anakin turned himself into a baked potato or a brick if he went through the machine in reverse." Ok, that seriously was really funny. I LOL'ed so hard XD

Believe. Really. Everything (and I realized that it's been cutting off and saying ".everything") asked: "why is anakin that dump? :DDD" Answer: Um... Anakin isn't a dump... but in guessing that you meant "dumb". He's dumb because he likes to be :)

A Not-So-Normal Week 4

Chapter 8: More Dates, That's Just Peachy!

Buy a factory. Check.

Buy a giant truckload of dirt. Check.

Ruin a huge grassland to get grass. Check.

Buy all the carrot tea so the stores have to go out of business. Check.

There was only one thing left: Raid the peach industry.

Flint stood on the outside of a huge peach orchard, watching people pick peaches. Directly to the right of the orchard was a humongous outlet mall that was selling everything from peace pie to peace scented deodorant.

Kit's monkeys had gotten permission to follow Flint, and were clinging to the wire fence of the orchard, licking their lips and trying to climb over the barbed wire at the top to get to the peaches.

"Now hold up there, maties! We be needin' to find a way to get them peaches humanely. No stealin', remember?" Flint called up to the monkeys.

Disappointedly, they climbed down and sat at his feet.

"Good. Let's go into that mall and see what they be sellin' this fine day." He walked towards the entrance to the mall with the monkeys following.

The security men stared at the entourage as they strolled through large automatic doors. Waiting for all the monkeys to get inside, they then watched Flint and the monkeys begin to walk around and marvel at the many displays.

"I don't trust those… twenty… something…" one security officer stated, glaring at them.

"Neither do I. Let's keep an eye on them, but don't let them spot us." The second officer grinned and snuck off to follow the group.

"Ninja style!" The first officer pulled on a ninja mask and jumped onto the huge peach shaped chandelier. Several people working at the different booths stared up at him with strange expressions.

While the first officer played ninja, the second one was watching Flint as all the monkeys were begging him to buy them mini peach pies.

Flint finally complied. "Fine. But then nothing else! We be here to get real peaches."

"Are you implying my peaches are not real?" the pie maker cried disdainfully.

"Oh, no, matie, sir, your peaches be the best quality in all the store. I had just been meanin' that we be here to get fresh peaches," Flint corrected himself.

The woman at the peach taffy booth next door heard him. "His peaches are the best in the store? You obviously haven't tasted anything yet! Taste my taffy, I'll show you my peaches are better quality."

"Well…" Flint hesitated. "I guess you be makin' a valid argument, ma'am. I'll buy one bag 'o your lovely taffy."

Smiling proudly, the woman scooped taffy into a bag and handed it to Flint. He gave her the credits due for it.

The monkeys cheered and devoured all the taffy.

"Cupcakes! Get your fresh peach cupcakes, right here!"

Flint looked over and saw Pinkie Pie running a cupcake booth. Of course, he didn't know who she was, but that's besides the point.

The monkeys all ran over and began to observe the pony curiously because she was the same color as they were.

"Oh, how cute! Monkeys!" Pinkie Pie leaned over the edge of the booth to look at them.

Flint ran over to catch up with them, panting. "Ahoy, matie, you seen the fresh peach booth anywhere?"

Before Pinkie could try and answer, the monkeys began begging Flint to get them cupcakes.

"No more, monkeys! We be here to get fresh peaches, remember?" Flint said to them.

Iggy screeched in complaint.

Flint, having learned to speak monkey over the years of being a pirate, understood him. "Well, yes, I did say we were gonna raid the peach industry, but I don't think that's the same-"

The rest of the monkeys echoed Iggy's statement.

Flint sighed. "We'll take two dozen cupcakes."

The Purple Yogurt campaign had gotten nowhere thus far, and Rex was getting bored. He suggested they all take a break, but they thought it was a dumb idea and kicked Rex out of the campaign.

With a sad sigh, he walked down Aujourd'hui Street, passing We Sell Sandwiches. And there he saw it- Elice's shop. The words that she spoke to him came back to his mind. "Stop by any time you want."

No better time than the present.

Rex pushed open the door and walked inside, marveling at all the paintings and things that Elice was selling. A little bell attached to the door jingled when the door passed it, and Elice heard it.

"One moment, please!" her voice called from somewhere in the back room.

He patiently waited for her to come out from the back room, and looked at beautiful paintings of flowers and scenery.

Suddenly, the door flew open again, making the bell go crazy, and in ran Master Window himself.

"Lady! Have you made my painting of crayons painted WITH crayons for my lovely Aayla?" he exclaimed.

Elice came out of the back room, and Rex hid behind a shelf. "Pardon me, sir, but you only placed that order this morning. It's going to take me longer than a couple hours to finish it."

"But I need it now! Aayla's going to be walking by this street any second and I need to give it to her!" Mace shouted. "And I know because I saw on her HeadNovel page! She said she was going to be taking a walk! She said!"

"If you needed it so soon, you should have placed your order sooner. There's nothing I can do to speed up the process," Elice told him. "You're welcome to look around the store while you wait, but if you continue to cause trouble I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"LEAVE? I will not leave until the painting is in my hands!" Mace stated defiantly.

"Well then. I have a display of painted bottles over there if you want to-"

"This is taking too long! I'M LEAVING!" Mace stormed out the door.

Elice sighed and shook her head. She was about to turn and go back into the other room when she saw the outline of a person hiding behind one of her shelves. For a moment she thought it was her imagination. But it was still there after she blinked.

Rex could see her staring at him, and with a wave of shyness, regretted coming in here.

"Is someone there?" Elice asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah… it's me… Rex…" Rex stepped out from behind the shelf and waved a little.

Elice smiled. "Hi, Rex. It's nice of you to drop by. I hope that man didn't offend you. He has quite the temper…"

"Don't worry, I know who he is. You handled the situation very well," he said quietly.

"Thank you," she replied. "I had just finished adding another color to his painting, but because of the method he requested I use, it takes a while between colors to be sure it doesn't blend."

Rex blinked, lost in her dreamy voice as she explained the process. "That's cool…"

"So what have you been up to?"

He shook himself a little. "Oh, nothing much. I was part of the purple yogurt campaign with the other clones, but they kicked me out 'cause I said I wanted to take a break."

"Purple… yogurt?" she said inquisitively.

"Yeah," he replied. "It's yogurt… but it's purple…"

"But why a campaign…?"

"We- well, they- are demanding purple yogurt from General Window. That's the guy who was just here a couple minutes ago," he explained.

"I see…" she murmured, still seeming confused.

Rex decided to change the subject. "I really like your shop."

Elice smiled. "Thank you."

"Do you normally make stuff that people request, or did General Window demand it?" he asked, still wondering how anyone could deal with that man.

"I do take requests, but they cost a little more," she replied.

Rex looked around at all the wonderful paintings. "How do you get the inspiration for all of these?"

"I look at what's around me," Elice replied. "Most of the time I just ask myself, 'How can I make this into something that's my own?' and the picture is the outcome."

"That's amazing," he said, astonished.

"I'm glad you like them," she replied, smiling.

"Yeah, they're all very pretty… and beautiful…."

"Thank you."

Rex cleared his throat to keep himself from beginning to stare. "I guess I should let you get back to work."

"No, it's alright, I can spare a little time," she told him.

"If you say so," he said, smiling a little.

Elice wiped her hands on a rag. "You know I had started to think you had forgotten our meeting after the show. But I guess you're pretty busy, no?"

"Yeah… I guess maybe I did forget just a little," he murmured, but then was quick to add, "but not on purpose." He didn't mention that half the time, he actually wanted to come, but was a little shy and changed his mind.

She smiled. "Well I'm glad you came."

Rex smiled back, then said quietly, "Do you want to do something together sometime? Coffee… lunch… sandwiches… the place next door is really good…"

"I'd love to," Elice replied.

He couldn't believe her reply. Keeping his excitement contained inside, he managed to speak normally. "When's a good time for you?"

"Well, I never really have a set closing time, but any day really works. I can just close early that day," said Elice.

"Ok… so maybe… tomorrow?"

"Sounds good." She smiled.

Rex smiled back, still looking calm, but inside he was screaming I HAVE A DATE! ! ! ! !

"I can close up around 5:30. Would that work for tomorrow?"

Still screaming I HAVE A DATE! in his head, Rex almost didn't hear her. "Huh- oh yeah, that works perfectly, great, wonderful." His smile widened.

"Ok." Another smile.

Rex couldn't believe his ears. "I guess it's a date- I mean meeting… thing… dinner, yeah…"

Elice smiled again. "A date."

Rex got stars in his eyes. "Ok!" He grinned like an idiot. "I'll see you tomorrow then!" He skipped towards the doorway and crashed into the doorframe, knocking over a couple things. Quickly catching them, he set them back up.

"Are you alright?" Elice asked in mild alarm.

Rex rubbed his face. "Never been better!" He opened the door and left, skipping off down the street.

Elice just watched him as he left, shaking her head a little in disbelief and smiling.

As evening approached, Bob approached the door to Anakin's shared quarters wearing yellow pants and a purple and red Hawaiian t-shirt. He knocked twice and waited.

Ahsoka had not known he was coming, and went to answer the door. She stood there and stared for a moment. "Bob… that is a very unflattering color on you…"

"Isn't it?" Bob grinned.

"What are you doing here," she asked in a bored voice after rolling her eyes.

"It's such a lovely night, I figured it'd be the perfect time for our second date!"

Ahsoka dropped her head low and groaned. "Can't we just postpone it until we're both five hundred?"

"I don't think we'll be alive then."

"Exactly."

"C'mon, Ahsoka, please?"

Ahsoka pulled out her phone and began to check Chicken Farm Village. "Fine. But only 'cause I have to."

Bob smiled. "Perfect. But one more thing," he stepped forward and took her phone out of her hands. "Don't bring this."

"Hey!" Ahsoka cried, reaching for her phone. "Give that back!"

Bob held the phone out of her grasp. "Nope. You're going to actually focus this time and enjoy the date, not text and play with imaginary cows."

"I do not play with imaginary cows. I PLAY WITH IMAGINARY CHICKENS," Ahsoka stated with forceful enthusiasm. She tried to grab her phone again.

Bob kept it away from her. He tossed the phone inside and pulled Ahsoka out of the doorway before she could object.

He dragged her along down the hallways. "You didn't even let me change into something nicer! I can't go on a date looking like this!" Ahsoka exclaimed.

"I thought you didn't want to go on this date. Why would you care how you look?" Bob asked, sarcasm tinting his voice.

Ahsoka fell silent. "Good point…"

Twenty minutes later, they were sitting on a bench (a generous distance apart from each other) in a restaurant, waiting for a table.

"Do we SERIOUSLY have to wait THREE HOURS for a table? Just to eat dinner?" Ahsoka exclaimed, nearly having to shout over the noise of the restaurant.

"I just wanted to do something special!" Bob shouted back.

"It's not gonna be any fun if we're out until one in the morning just because we can't get a stupid table!"

"It's not even five thirty!"

Ahsoka moaned and buried her face in her hands. "All because of Anakin's stupid game show."

"What?" Bob called over the noise.

"Nothing!" Ahsoka yelled to be heard.

"You don't need to shout!" Bob replied loudly.

"I'M NOT SHOUTING."

The two waited awkwardly for the next two hours and fifty-nine minutes. Then, the head chef walked out into the dining area and called for everyone to be quiet.

"Ve ar very very sorry, but ze kitchen has run out of food. Ve ar closing ze kitchen."

Everyone who hadn't already gotten their food let out a simultaneous groan.

Ahsoka turned to Bob in annoyance as hundreds of people shuffled out the double doors. "Now what?"

Bob was sitting there with his jaw on the ground. "Uhhhh… we find another place to eat…?"

Ahsoka face palmed. "Let's just get this over with."

They went outside the restaurant and stood by a light post.

"Where do you want to go?" Bob asked her.

"Home."

"No, I meant for dinner."

Ahsoka sighed. "I don't really care right now. It's already quarter past 8."

Bob thought for a moment. "Plo's fast food restaurant is open till midnight. Let's just go there."

A little light returned to Ahsoka's eyes. "That's the best idea you've suggested all night."

Bob grinned. "Let's go."

The two walked to Plo's fast food restaurant, which was only a couple blocks away, and went inside.

"Bob! Ahsoka!" Plo exclaimed as he prepared an order of crispy chicken pieces for a customer.

"Hey Master!" Bob called, getting in line with Ahsoka.

"Hi Master Plo," said Ahsoka.

The person ahead of them received their order and left.

"What brings you two here?" Plo asked, adjusting his fast-food-worker hat.

"I'm taking Ahsoka on a date," Bob replied, beaming proudly.

"Only because he won seven dates with me on a game show," Ahsoka added, still looking much less than thrilled about it.

Plo clapped his hands. "This is the perfect place for a date! Look, no one else is here. I'll dim the lights and put on some romantic music!"

"Plo, please don't-" Ahsoka started, but he had already ran to the back room.

Another worker came to the counter, took their order, and gave them a number.

The two then went to a table and sat down, waiting for their food.

A couple seconds later, the lights went down and the tea light candles on the table lit by themselves. Romantic music began to play. A waiter came to the table with a tray and served them their cheeseburgers and fries.

Ahsoka sipped her soda. "This is certainly… interesting…"

Bob stuffed fries in his mouth. "I know right?"

A man walked into the door, but hearing the romantic music and seeing the dim lights, he thought he was in the wrong place and this was not a fast food restaurant, so he left.

Plo walked up to the table Bob and Ahsoka were at, suddenly wearing a suit and tie. "Are you enjoying your meal, madam et monsieur?"

Ahsoka stared at him with a peculiar expression. "Uh, yeah, it's great, just like always."

"Très bien," said Plo.

"Where did you learn to speak French?" Ahsoka asked.

"Je vais tuer mon poisson avec les boutons surdimensionné," Plo replied.

Ahsoka had no clue what he said. "Um, wonderful!"

Plo cleared his throat. "My skills are, un peu rouillé- a little rusty. But alas, I save it for special occasions."

"Dude, that is cool." Bob took a huge bite of his juicy burger.

"I will leave you two to your lovely meal. Bon appetite." Plo gave them a courteous bow and left the table.

Ahsoka laughed a little as he left. "Oh, Plo. Always going over the top."

Bob set down his paper cup after taking a sip of his cherry soda. "I think it's great. A perfect date for you and I."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes a little. "You know that it wouldn't matter how many dates you took me on. I'm never gonna fall in love with you."

A small grin crept onto Bob's face. "We'll see about that, won't we?"

"You certainly will," Ahsoka stated. "I will bet you twenty credits that by the end of these seven dates, I won't even have the slightest feelings for you."

Bob raised an eyebrow. "I'll accept that bet on one condition," he said, swirling a fry in his ketchup.

"And that condition is…?"

He looked into her eyes. "That you actually try to enjoy yourself. If you don't ever have feelings for me, I can't really do anything about it. But all I want you to do is try."

Now it was Ahsoka who raised an eyebrow. "I can try all I want, Bob. It's never going to happen."

"We'll see about that."

What will happen? :O :D

A couple side notes- Every Wednesday on my Facebook page I'm doing "Questionable Wednesday", where you can ask questions for certain characters. If you're not able to get to the Facebook page, I have reopened private messaging on my FF account for questions and suggestions. For anonymous reviewers who also can't get to the Facebook page, you may ask questions in reviews. But please leave that as a last option. Questions this coming Wednesday will be answered by Cherry! :D

I will also be out of town for a week, so starting Saturday Liv will be taking over until I return :)