Chapter 14: Ninety-Three and Forty-Seven Sixteenths

Okay. This chapter is a little shorter. But still good I hope. :D

"Slacker."

"Hey, be quiet Mopy. Don't get on MY case. I have school out the wazoo, sports, band, art, shopping..."

"Yeah yeah. Never ANY time at ALL? Come on! L A M E lame."

"Hey. I resent that. Do you want me to kill you off in this story? Do ya? Huh?"

(Glumly) "No."

"Fine. Then start being nicer."

"Okay, (mutters) Miss Bossy-Pants."

"THAT'S IT, MISTER! Now you get to baby-sit my brother for an hour while I shop. Oh and by the way, clean the house while you're at it."

"What! Darn."

"Muahahahaha! And when I get back, there are plenty more things to do around here. Let us see, the grass needs to be mowed, the hedges trimmed...oh! I really need new curtains!"

"Nooooooo!"

"Master Anaking," called out a little boy holding up his game piece, "there are too many of them! What are we going to do?" he asked, pointing at the other kids who we quarreling over the rules.

"Too many of what?" asked Anaking, confused.

"Too many rules to follow!" said the boy slugging a small kid next to him.

"Oh. That's easy!" Anaking tripped and fell headlong onto the board. He snatched the pamphlet out of the sniveling kids' grasps, flipped his spectacles on, and read the instructions. "Oh yes. I remember now. But we seem to be missing some money." He looked around as if he expected the money to magically appear. "Hmm. Well now. We must go see John Hangman. He has all the money we need."

"But," said the boy, "I didn't think you needed money for Parcheesi."

"Oh heck! You always need money for everything!" pshawed Anaking waving his hand.

The kids reluctantly got up and followed Anaking out and to his speeder.

The cone troops were very surprised to see Anaking walking with a bunch of Jedi Younglings. They had expected him to kill them. But Anaking, being very dumb, had forgotten his orders and was only thinking about the crazy rules of Parcheesi. The cones had been killing all the Jedi, and there was great, billowing smoke rising from the temple.

Padmé looked out the window of their penthouse apartment (being a Jedi and senator couple paid off) she saw the smoke. She was immediately outraged at the thought of Anaking having a barbeque without her. "They're probably laughing and saying nasty things about me!" she thought sadly, thinking about the crunchy taste of Fray's sweet cream and garlic chips.

Meanwhile, Whale Banana sped toward the Jedi Temple in earnest. He furrowed his brow and nervously licked his lips in concentration. He had never gotten the hang of flying. He swerved crazily and skidded to a stop on a landing platform outside the temple. A legion of cones marched up to him. One cone punched another cone for marching out of step. "Come on Chip!" he yelled, waving his arms.

"Chip ahoy!" yelled the rest in unison.

The cone named Chip glared at them.

"You HAVE to march the right way! Dress right cover down!" They all held out their right arms. "Shoulder Firelocks! Left, Right, Left, Right... columns of one to the front MARCH!"

Poor Chip stumbled and then picked up the tempo. One of the fifers in the playing line held up his fife and then began playing a jolly tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic, as the bass, and snare drummers thrashed out a lively beat. "Right WHEEL!" cried out the lead. After the song, they stopped, but continued to high step. The lead fifer held up his fife and they all came down on their right foot; except for Chip. He came down on his left.

"CHIP!" screamed the commander.

"Chip ahoy!" cried the others.

"Be QUIET!" hollered Chip, who was bright red.

"You MUST learn! Here. Watch me. Left, riiight..leeefft...riiiggghht...leeeefft..."

"I GET IT!" screamed Chip.

"No...you don't. When the lead fifer holds up his fife, you ALWAYS end on you RIGHT FOOT! GET IT?" yelled the commander getting close to Chip's face.

"Got it." Chip replied sullenly.

"Good. Now BACK IN LINE PRIVATE CHIP!"

"Chip AHOY!" hooted the others joyously.

Whale Banana watched this scene with amazement until a random young Jedi leaped out and began slashing the cones. "I am INVINCIBLE!" he cried.

"You're a loony!" muttered Whale as a cone shot the boy. He hastily drove off.

Mopy Khan thought that the cones had turned against him, but when he met up with one, and he ended up with a party hat on his head, he realized that they were only executing order eighty-eight.

When Emperor Hearth Smith heard what his cones had been doing, he flew into a rage. He immediately killed the person who told him to command order eighty-eight. He went to the Smith Library to see what order he DID want to give. He knew that he wanted all the Jedi killed, and was very relieved when he heard that the cones that attacked the temple had done the right thing. He discovered that the order that he wanted to command was order ninety-three and forty-seven sixteenths. He sent the word to all the cones.

Hahahaha! I can picture Mopy sewing curtains! Next time I will have to think of more stuff for Mopy to do. If anyone has any suggestions, please R&R, and I will put YOU in the dialogue! Hee hee! (if you want!) :D

Ps. I got this idea from a friend. It's really fun! Hmm...mabey I can even make a story line for it...hmmm... well, with that thought for me to chew on, Isaygoodday!

LOL!