WEll! I got so many reviews, all of which were WONDERFUL, by the way, so I had to update really, really soon!
Harry Potter's Elf Friend: Thank you ever so much for reviewing, and here's the next chapster!
Xin Fyrrae: Thank you for reviewing, and I'm happy that you laughed hard! I love to make people laugh, it makes me happy. I don't know where the parody section is, but I think it's with the other categories.
DarkXVulcanJediKnightofEregion: I loved the Crabme Dolly-Llama part, too, and I think having her hair like that would be a great idea! Don't worry, Yoda, or Soda, will be here soon!
Back at the ol' ranch, Anakin stood on the balcony, watching Crabme, who had her hair up in a ridiculous moose style, dust the railing for the 'I-don't-know-how-many-maybe-gazillionth' time that evening.
"Ani Shmani, I wanna have our toddler on Craboo," Crabme suddenly spoke up, hair horns wobbling, "We can stay in the pond realm, where no one will know... where we can be safe from endless amounts of starship and speeder dust. I can go early and clean up the tot's room," she continued rather wistfully.
Anakin sighed, rather bored. "Yeah, fine, sure, whatever.. have fun going swimming in your little pond place with your new puppy..."
"You mean newborn," Crabme corrected, an eyebrow raised.
He giggled nervously. "He he he... that's what I meant," he nodded rather pitifully, and used the Force to juggle a few of Crabme's neatly placed (but not anymore) exquisite hats.
"DON'T DO THAT!" Crabme shrieked furiously, snatching them away from him.
"Whyyyy noooot?" he whined, arms dragging on the floor.
She sniffed. "Because I say so, and what I say goes."
He scowled angrily and flounced off to the bedroom, muttering to himself. "Don't wanna have a stupid baby anyways," he said glumly, "I wanna blow something up." With that exciting prospect in mind, he suddenly raced to the platform and jumped into his ship, with the idea of buying new explosives planted firmly into his eensie weensy teensy little pea of a brain.
When he entered the explosives shop, he suddenly saw gasp! Obi-Wan buying a large shipment of extra large, super galactic explosives.
"WHAT are YOU doing HERE?" he squawked, mouth hanging wide open.
Obi-Wan whisked around. "Hi-what-I-yah...um... hello there," he said weakly, quickly pushing the explosives package to the side.
"I never woulda thunk it!" Anakin continued, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Me neither," Obi-Wan said, managing to crack a small nervous grin.
Anakin stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced around. "So, what's it for?" he asked, nodding towards the explosives.
"One order o' Super Spastic Extra Fantastic Explosives!" a burly man called out, holding up the package, "for the space pirate Bootstraps Ben Kenobi."
Obi-Wan reddened three shades darker than he already was, and Anakin stared at him, horrified. "So you ARE a space pirate after all!" he yelped. "My own master, a common thief and criminal! You're no better than an ordinary smuggler!"
"Hey, I resent that!" a man called out, holding a wrapped detonator in his arms.
Anakin turned to him. "And you are..."
"Solo," the man said. "Captain Brawn Solo, of the Century Eagle, docked just outside of here."
The young boy next to him rolled his eyes. "It shoulda been called the Millennium Falcon," he muttered in annoyance.
"NO!" Captain Brawn snapped, glaring at him. "That's a stupid name!"
Anakin shook his head thoughtfully. "No, actually the kid's got a point," he intervened. "What's your name, kid?"
"Han Solo," The boy replied, glaring at his father. "An one day I'm gonna be the captain of my dad's ship, an I'm gonna call it the Millennium Falcon."
Brawn snorted. "If you do that, then you won't ever get my permission to have a girlfriend, young man!" he growled, tightening his hands.
Han rolled his eyes and turned back to Anakin, who was growing interested at this conversation. Obi-Wan was trying to sneak out the door, but kept getting held up by other pirates asking for his autograph.
"Hey mister, if you have a daughter, will ya let me date her?" Han questioned Anakin, cocking his head to the side.
Brawn slapped Han upside his head. "Don't even think about it, Han!" he warned.
Anakin was growing angry at Brawn, and felt a bit sorry for Han. "Sure, kid," he assented, and shook his hand.
"Cool!" Han said, shaking it vigorously. "If your daughter looks like you, then she's gonna be real hot! Unless your wife is ugly."
Anakin smirked. "No way in Hoth is she–" he suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth, wide-eyed. "Uh, uh, what I mean to say is..." he slowly turned around to see if Obi-Wan was listening, but the General (or space pirate) had already zipped out of the place as soon as he got the chance.
"Neeevermind," Anakin grinned good-naturedly, turning back to the Solos.
Brawn grabbed his son's arm and dragged him out the door. "Come on, let's go," he said gruffly.
"I'll call you," Han mouthed, making the sign for the telephone. Or comlink.
Anakin nodded and threw him a scrap piece of paper with his comlink number on it. He knew he had nothing to worry about, since he doubted that Han would ever call him, anyways.
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