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Chapter 37

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own Star Wars. Also, I don't own any of the lyrics from High School Musical. I SHOULD be getting paid for the Geico and Pepsi parts, though!

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, now where were we?"

"Um… on my ship?" Frail put in rather stupidly. Obi-Wan glared at him.

"I meant, what topic were we on? Oh yeah, have we had any word from the temple yet?"

Soda chugged down another Pepsi and tossed it behind him. There was already a trail of empty Pepsi cans behind them. That's where they got the Hansel and Gretel idea.

"Received a coded retreat message, we have," he said, bringing out another Pepsi from his robe.

"It requests that all Jedi return to the Temple. It says that the war is over," Frail added.

"Well then we must go back," Obi-Wan persisted, "If there are any stragglers, they will fall into the trap."

Soda made a face. "Eh, their problem that is. Stupid they'd have to be to believe that kinda junk."

Frail said, "Yes, it's too dangerous to return."

Obi-Wan frowned. "You're saying we should just let them die?" He exclaimed incredulously.

"Better them than me," Soda remarked, taking another sip of his Pepsi.

"There is too much at stake," Obi-Wan argued angrily.

"I agree," Kit-Kat added, coming into the room, holding hands with Aayla. Obi-Wan looked from him to his and Aayla's joined hands.

"You… do know there's a rule against attachment?" he said.

Kit-Kat shrugged. "There's no more Council, so why torture ourselves?" he asked sensibly. "We're free to do what we want now, like this." He grabbed Aayla and started to passionately kiss her.

"A room, get yourselves, man," Soda complained, blocking his view with a Pepsi.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, was feeling rather jealous.

On the fiery planet of Mustardfar, Flute Runaway and his allies were all sitting on some nice cushy couches, eating biscuits and drinking tea. A hologram of Darth Sidiot popped up, interrupting Monday Night Football.

"Lord Sidiot, why now?" Flute whined, pouting. Sidiot gave him a withering look.

"You've done nothing but sit on your butt and eat biscuits," he snapped, "When my new apprentice, Darth Elevator, arrives, he will take care of you."

Flute didn't sound to enthused. "Sounds like a trap to me."

"WELL it's not," Sidiot quickly argued, "Uh, well, I've got things to do, so yah bye!" the hologram shut off.

Back to the happy Jedi couple, the frightened Captain, the nervous Alderaan Viceroy, and… the other two Jedi. Well, one annoyed Jedi and a Pepsi smashed… thing.

The pilot of the ship got a signal from the Chancellor's office and put it through.

Doused Alfereda showed up on the screen, looking stoic and cold. "S-senator Or-Organa," he stammered, teeth chattering – NO! I meant, cold, as in – mean, cold, whatever! Moving on! "Senator Organa," he said, "The Supreme Chancellor requests your presence at a special session of Congress."

Frail glared at him, taken aback. "You can tell your high and mighty Chancellor that I don't HAVE any presents!" he snapped. "I don't care if it's his birthday or NOT!"

Doused raised an eyebrow. "It's not his birthday," he replied, confused.

Frail blushed. "Oh, never mind. I'll be there. So long as there's a cookout afterwards."

"Yeah… he'll be expecting you," Doused answered. After the link was shut off, Frail turned to the Jedi. Well, the ones that weren't making out.

"Do you think it's a trap?" he asked, worried. He didn't get very good answers.

Obi-Wan shrugged, still annoyed at Soda.

Soda chugged down another Pepsi, tossing the old one behind him. There was a pile of them now.

Aayla and Kit-Kit completely ignored him and continued to passionately kiss each other.

Frail rolled his eyes. "Forget I said anything," he muttered.

"Okay," Obi-Wan replied, drumming his fingers on the chair arm.

Meanwhilst, Anakin zoomed over to the planet of Mustardfar, where he gaily hopped out, singing a wonderful little tune.

"We're SOARIN'! FLYYYYIN'! There's not a star in HEAAAVEN that we can't reach! If we're tryyyin', yeah we're breakin' free!" he sang, spinning around as he headed into the base.

Flute Runaway and his goonies were still sitting around watching Monday Night Football, and Anakin strode in, still humming. Off key, of course.

"YO DUDES!" he cried, jumping in front of the large holo projector, blocking their view.

"NOT NOW!" they all shouted angrily. Anakin pouted, annoyed.

"Get a grip," he snapped, "I am Darth Elevator."

Flute stammered, "Ah, ah, we've been expecting you."

"Have ya now?" Anakin said, plopping down into a chair. Unfortunately… yeah, you guessed it. It was hard as rock. "FOR CHRYSANTHEMUM'S SAKE," he shouted, yellow eyes blazing, "YOU COULD AT LEAST AFFORD SOME SUITABLE SEATS IN THIS (BLEEPING) PLACE!"

Flute was rather affronted. "Apologies, Lord Elevator," he sniffed, "But these came from my Homeworld, Playto Neimoidia. Where I come from, hard seats are better."

Anakin pouted again. "Good for you," he mumbled, folding over his arms.

"Would you care from some tea or biscuits, my lord?" an aide questioned.

"Nah, I'm good," Anakin replied, leaning back in his chair.

WHOMP! He promptly tipped the chair over and fell backward, feet flying over his head.

"Uh… are you all right?" Flute asked worriedly.

Anakin came up, all frazzled. "Erm… I think so," he said, checking himself for breaks. Suddenly he cocked his head to the side. "Did I come here for a reason?" he said, confused.

"Did you?" Flute inquired.

"SERENITY NOW, SERENITY NOW!" Anakin wailed randomly, throwing his hands up in the air. Everyone stared at him. He glared at them, stood up, and tripped over his robes, falling forward onto his face right in front of Flute's chair.

"My lord Elevator, are you all right?"

"Mmmf mmmdd mmmddfff," Anakin replied in a muffled voice, still on the floor.

"Excuse me?"

Anakin looked up and picked himself up. "I SAID, I just remembered the reason I came here," he continued, "I was gonna kill you guys! DUH!" he slapped his forehead. "HOW could I have been so stupid?" He then proceeded to wipe out all the leaders, throwing in a few detonators, just in case.

He then proceeded to zoom around on his skateboard, shouting, "I'VE JUST SAVED A BUNCH OF MONEY ON MY STARSHIP INSURANCE BY SWITCHING TO GEICO! I RULE!"

Well, that's all for now, folks! Hope you enjoyed it.