Hey, thanks for your reviews peeps!

Beefeater: HAHAHAHA! I LOVE those names! Perhaps I shall continue this series after all! Is it ok if I do use those? You wont like, consider it plagiarism will you? I absolutely LOVE; A New Dope, The Empire on Crack and The Burn of a Dead Guy! Hee hee!

Phantom'sJediBandieGirl: Thanks for your review! I love hearing from ya. I just might name the twins Peter and Mosquiter. I thought that was really funny! Yah, I dunno where I came up with Plastyyyk, but I have a freako imagination. It was a lot weirder like last year though. I kind of reigned it in a bit.

Chapter 10: Wabbit

Mopy chortled. "Your...WABBIT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he giggled loudly and annoyingly.

"DIE DIE DIE!" screamed the droid through his rage, rushing at Mopy.

"HAHAHA...whups!" Mopy scrambled to get out of the way.

Sleezious stopped, lit up another cigarette took a deep whiff, and resumed charging poor Mopy who was hanging for dear life to the edge of the platform.

He had forgotten that he could use his Jedi powers to lift himself. "AUUUUGHH! HEEELLLP!" he cried as da Sleez ran at him with a Smasher in hand.

However Mopy did have some brains, if not many, and drew his frightsaber. He forgot that he was hanging from a precipice thousands of feet up and he was now hanging by one hand. When Sleezious was so close that Mopy could touch him, he grabbed one of the droid's ankles and yanked himself up. He flew wildly over Sleezious's head and landed on his soft backside. "YIPERS!' he yelped standing up and swinging aimlessly at anything he happened to see.

Sleezious ran at him again, this time lighting four frightsabers instead of cigarettes. He twirled them expertly and walked towards Mopy who was rather flummoxed. He suddenly stopped and looked at his Wabbit.

"So, wabbit, should I kill him? What's that? I should? Huh?" he held the pink fluffy thing to his ear. "Okay, I'll kill him." He continued walking at Mopy with the frightsabers.

Mopy looked on in fascination and disgust. Then when Sleezious continued coming at him, he ran for it. He leaped onto Bogus and rode away, just as a bunch of cone troopers came down on big waterslides they had been setting up.

Mopy never understood why they used waterslides instead of ropes, but hey, he wasn't the Chancellor.

Sleezious jumped into his TR6 red convertible hot rod and zoomed after Mopy singing, "Zoom zoom zoom!" the entire time.

The hot rod went much faster than Bogus, and he caught up with Mopy very soon. Mopy was in awe of the awesome car, so he jumped off of his dragon and onto the speeding car along with Sleezious. The two began fighting and the car crashed into a rock wall. Sleezious panicked, forgot about Mopy, leaped out, and began to inspect the damage done. "YOU!" he screamed as he saw that it was totaled.

Mopy jumped out, sure that it couldn't be THAT bad. "I can't be TOO bad," he said inspecting it. It burst into flames. "Well, maybe...AHHHHHH!" he hooted as the livid Sleezious tackled him. He squirmed out of his grasp and ran away. Sleezious chased him. They came to a cliff. Mopy stopped short as he approached the edge. He had had enough with hang from a cliff for that day.

Sleezious, unaware of the steep drop ahead, continued to rush at Mopy at full speed. When he was almost at Mopy, Mopy sidestepped him and Sleezious fell off the cliff and smashed to pieces.

"GAH!" Mopy gasped, clutching his shirt and shielding his eyes. "I cannot look! OH! How perfectly GHASTLY!" There was really nothing ghastly about it, but he liked to be dramatic.

Meanwhile, back on Floorescant, Anaking was having a chat with Ovaltine, who was as usual, drinking his favorite frappuccino.

"So, then he goes, 'And the ball rolled DOWN the street' and then I went, 'No, it went UP!' And then she goes, 'My hair is mussy!" And then I'm like, 'So fix it,' and then she goes, 'I cant because I don't have anymore hair spray because you stole it.' And then I said, 'So buy some more,' and then she was like, 'You stole my money too!' And then he said..." Anaking prattled ceaselessly, to the sound asleep chancellor who had fallen asleep with the straw in his mouth.

Anaking finally got up and browsed around looking at Ovaltine's collection of books. Most did not catch his interest. They we all similar such as: Top Ten Ways to Tell if You're a Smith, or: How to Become a Successful Smith in 80 Days! And even: The Light Side of the Source, The Ultimate Smith Apprentice Guide, or: Becoming a Smith for Dummies.

Anaking did not think it strange for some reason, though, and since there was nothing else to do, he grabbed the thickest book, titled, "How to: Become a Faithful Smith Apprentice, or Die Trying, by Hearth Gaul. He began the book at the back and read on towards the front. Anaking always read backwards.

It was a horrendously written piece, however, and Anaking chucked it across the room with disgust. He noticed a poster of Ovaltine in a darkly hooded robe making a 'two thumbs up' and winking, with a cheesy grin on his face. There was also writing on the poster as well: Hearth Smith of the Smith is Coming to YOUR Town! Get Ready for the Evil Smith Lord on February 26, 17,053!

Anaking's brain clicked on. "WOW! A REAL SMITH LORD COMING HEEERREE! I WANNA SEE HIM!" he screamed waking a bleary Ovaltine from a sound sleep. "GUESS WHAT!" cried Ani, vigorously shaking the chancellor.

"What?" asked the Lord of the Smith.

"A LIGHT LORD IS COMEING HEEERRE!" Anaking hooted.

"Well, golly, we must see who that could be," mumbled Ovaltine rubbing his chin. "Let's see, that guy has a big nose, LIKE ME! And he has a pruney face, LIKE ME! And he is a Smith, LIKE ME! I wonder who he is?" Ovaltine mocked.

"Um..."thought Anaking, "I KNOW! Your evil twin?"