Note on the text: Well, here I am again… Writing about pasta and Anakin… That's about it… reviews anyone? (Please review! come on give! - at least 30 people are reading this… One of you has to want to say something!!!!! ) Also note: I am writing this while suffering from a fever, so if things sound odd, remember, I'm sick.

Chapter Ten: Mission Impossible

As I said before, Master hasn't succeeded in his quest to cure me… He tries… more than he needs to… but nothing's happened yet. If Spaghetti wasn't so golden and delicious, maybe he would have gotten somewhere.

Master came over to Padme's and picked me up, as I climbed into the speeder, he started lecturing again. "I never thought you would submit to anything, Anakin." He began, "in all my years as your mentor I've never seen you defeated the way you are now. There's only one way to get out of this mess, and that's by going cold turkey."

"Cold turkey?!" I echoed, horrified. For any of you out there who don't know, cold turkey means, all in. As in I can't eat pasta again. "You know what Master, I'm not sure I'm ready for this yet… Maybe later." And I started climbing out of the speeder.

He pulled me back in. "Oh no you don't. Come on Anakin, think! Don't you see how enslaved you are already?!"

Me, a slave to pasta?! No, that couldn't be true… It just helped me…. Made me feel good… act like an idiot… scare Padme… make Obi Wan ashamed… all right, so maybe I was a little bit under it's control. Just a little. "So Master, go ahead and drive to the temple, and let's get this thing over with."

"Good for you, Anakin!" Good for me… yeah right, this whole idea was so not good for me at all. But I'll leave that for later.

When we got to the temple, I found out what Master had meant by pasta proofing everything. The lunchroom was under strict supervision, all food brought in was checked and purified before it came near the training room. My own room had under gone it's own renovations… the kitchen had been sealed off, the sofa vacuumed, and the rug shampooed; Obi Wan wasn't taking any chances.

"From now on," he called happily, "you're in a pasta free environment!"

"Thanks allot Master," I mumbled darkly, I could already tell I was going to enjoy this.

I sat on the floor and started turning on my halo screen, Obi Wan beat me to it, pulling a rolling canvas in front of my line of vision. I sighed as he ran behind the sofa and started up a camera…. Good, old-fashioned Master.

"Now Anakin, I want you to pay attention to this," he announced while shutting off the lights.

It started with a clip I had never expected to see in my mentor's possession. It was a picture with him and Shish Kabob, at the beach.

"Master?" I asked grinning evilly.

Quickly the changed the reel, "where did that come from?" He asked rhetorically. "Here's the right one, pay attention to this one Anakin."

I yawned. "Can I have some popcorn?" I asked.

"Shhhhhhh!" my teacher rebuked. "Just watch the screen."

"Then can I have some popcorn?"

"Would you please just shut up?! It's starting."

The screen shone in white light, as flimsy number began going from five to one. "Drugs and why they're bad for you!" A background voice announced as the focus came to a group of Padawan. "Drugs may look cool, but in reality they destroy the body." It showed a short clip of a guy hacking it up, the life forms around him drew back.

"This is very educational, Master." I muttered darkly.

Obi Wan's eyes were glued to the screen; he didn't watch the tube very much. "Hush." He ordered absently.

I sighed and turned back to the screen.

"Once or twice you may be offered to take drugs." the background guy continued, One of the students in the picture offered a death stick to another. It was repulsed. "Remember, it's never wrong to say no to drugs."

"Hey," I commented to Master, "the death stick guy looks just like, Master Yoda!"

Obi Wan shot me a harsh stare, "Anakin."

"He does! Look at the pointy ears, and the green skin… It's Yoda, Master."

"Just be quiet and watch the movie!"

All right, I was watching. "Drugs are dangerous because they harm the body and mind of those who use them." The camera focused on a guy who was out of it and struggling to come up with the answer to 'one plus one'. Then it showed a Gungan getting run over.

I laughed. "Reminds me of JarJar when he came to Tatoonie."

"Anakin! Watch the movie, and try to get something out of it."

The background voice continued. "But if you are foolish enough to take drugs, there is hope. Numerous rehabilitation centers have been set up all over the galaxy. There are also many Anonymous groups, see to it that you are enrolled in one of these facilities if you are a substance abuser. And remember, Drugs don't pay."

"Neither does talking in an annoying load voice, and pretending to be a know it all!" I yelled at the fading picture.

Obi Wan stood up and turned the lights back on. "See Anakin, your addiction to Pasta is as bad as drug addictions."

"It is not!" I shouted while moving the canvas, "I know what one plus one is, O.K? And I haven't been run over since I started eating spaghetti."

Master wasn't impressed, "oh really, so please tell me what one plus one is?"

"It's eleven, any dummy knows that!" I'm not going to write anymore of that conversation, I have a right not to self-incriminate.

Pretty soon, I started wanting some pasta again, watching all those people take drugs on master's movie made me hungry. At first, I tried to ignore the longing sensation the crept up my stomach, but I soon gave in. Master had gone out to pasta proof the council hall. There had to be something he'd overlooked when cleaning my room.

I looked under the couch. Nope, darn him! I looked in the cushions, though I knew he'd vacuumed out the whole thing. There had to be some pasta somewhere! I checked the bathroom, the bedroom, and even lifted up the T.V to check under it.

The doorbell rang, sighing I walked into the living room and opened the door. It was Mace Windu.

"Hello Anakin," He began, "I'm looking for Obi Wan, Have you seen him?"

"He's down by the council, why?"

Mace held up a paper bag, "he asked me to pick up some lunch for him, I'll go give it to him."

I was about to send him off, when I noticed the writing on the bag. 'Tony's Spaghetti Palace' it read. "Uh, never mind about taking it to him Master Windu, I remember now, he said if you came by you were supposed to leave his lunch here."

Mace handed me the bag. "Remind him to pay me tomorrow,"

"Sure, sure, whatever…" I mumbled, closing the door in his face. Pasta! Creamy Pasta, thank the force it was mine again! I tore the rapper apart, and was about to dig in when there was another knock at the door. Sigh.

Obi Wan pushed his way into the room. "Hello Anakin, I'm back!"

I hid the spaghetti under the coach. "Hey master." Darn him!

"The whole building is now clean of any noodles, what so ever. I even scrubbed the stove." Did I already say darn him?! "Did Mace stop over here while I was gone?"

"Mace? Uh, no I don't think so…." Lie, lie for the good of the pasta!

"That's odd," Master muttered thoughtfully, "oh well, maybe he forgot today it was his turn to buy lunch."

"Maybe. So uh Master, aren't we going to go train?"

Obi Wan frowned, "really Anakin, I don't think you're in any condition to train…"

"Please?" I had to get him out of the room before he smelled the noodles.

"I guess I really can't say no… You usually hate to train… Maybe the pasta isn't all that bad for you." He joked while opening the door.

I shot the sofa one last glance. "Yeah, maybe it's not."