Narrator: When we last left our dashingly handsome heroes (& their not so dashing allies) they were flying back to Naboo, for the war of their lifetime.
Panaka: Uh, you do realise that as soon as you arrive, they'll get you to sign the treaty then kill you.
Queen: Yes.
Panaka: So...what are you going to do?
Queen: Jar-jar.
Jar-jar: Mesa your higness?
Queen: No, the slug on the wall. OF COURSE I MEAN YOU!
Jar-jar: Hey, careful with yousa spit.
Narrator: And so, ignoring both common sense and hygiene...
Queen: HEY!
Narrator:...the queen outlines her brilliant plan for world domination.
Jar-jar: Uh, is yousa forgotten the part where my bin banished.
Queen: I'm sure they want to torture you for a long time, so we should have plenty of time for this discussion.
Jar-jar: Why do yousa always have to be takingsh adwantash of mesa?
Queen: Because you're a Gungan, because you're small and insignificant, and because we'll turn you over to your boss if you don't help us!
Jar-jar: Uhhh, aren't you going to turn me over anywaysh?
Queen: True enough.
Narrator: And with that parting comment, the small ship landed on Naboo, and Jar-jar was forced to lead the Queen's party to the Gungan's most sacred place.
Obi-wan: HAAAAAAAAAAPY BIIIIIIIIIIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAY TOOOOOOOOOOO YOOOOOOUUUUUUU, haaaaaaaaaaaaaapppy biiiiirthdaaaaaaaay ...
Qui-gon: *punches Obi-wan in the gut*
Obi-wan: *GASP* *chokes* Aaaaaaaaah...WHAT WAS THAT FOR?
Qui-gon: What was the singing for?
Obi-wan: How can you have a party without singing happy birthday?
Qui-gon: You idiot! He didn't mean THAT kind of party. Seriously, look it up in a dictionary!
Obi-wan: *pulls out dictionary*
Qui-gon: On second thoughts, don't.
Narrator: And so, due to time restraints and the fact that our beloved creator doesn't have much time left for writing due to the sheer insanity of taking an AP course, they are suddenly teleported right into the midst of a full Gungan council.
Boss Nass: Whosa are yousa?
Queen: I am Queen Amidala of the Naboo.
Padme: *snort*
Queen: *in a voice heavily layered in sarcasm* Oh, sorry, would you like to do this one?
Padme: *In a voice dripping with honey* Why thank you.
Boss Nass: Whosa are yousa?
Padme: I am Queen Amildala of the Naboo!
Qui-gon: *gulp*
Obi-wan: Busted!
Qui-gon: *ducking down behind Obi-wan*
Padme: This is my decoy, my somewhat loyal bodyguard who I occasionally trust to protect me but for some reason always allow her to.
Boss Nass: Okaaaaaaaaay…
Padme: I want to make an alliance with you, you send your army up against the droids and die, & I'll do a little SWAT action & capture the viceroy, then we can reclaim the planet...soon I will RULE THE WORLD! MUHUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
Boss Nass: And why should I help you?
Padme: *motions to Qui-gon*
Qui-gon: *using mind control* You want to let all your warriors die by declaring war on the droids.
Boss Nass: Hmmmmmmm, maybe...
Obi-wan: We have cookies!
Boss Nass: DONE!
Padme: We'll also help you a little bit by sending our pathetically weak fighters to attack this massive blockade of battleship & hopefully kill the droid control ship, despite the facts that our weapons aren't strong enough to break their shields.
Qui-gon: An excellent plan, but there's an even greater risk... do we have anything to drink?
Narrator: So as the Gungan army marshals, and the droid army marches out...well is packed into weird hovertransport thingys, A transmission is played between the Federation and the unknown dude in the black hood.
Creepy dude in black hood: This could work to our advantage...
Narrator: DUH!