On one summer afternoon not long after Padme's arrival, the dolls were surprised to discover an unopened cardboard box in Mark's bedroom. A cardboard box that looked to be the perfect size to hold another action figure.

"I wonder what's in here," Qui-Gon said, running a hand over the box.

"Or who's in here!" Anakin said. He jumped on top of the box and got down on his hands and knees to put an ear against the cardboard, listening for who might be inside.

"Why don't we just open it?" Padme asked.

"But there might not be another doll in that box. It would be best if we respected Mark's privacy," Obi-Wan said.

"HELLO? IS ANYONE IN THERE?" Anakin yelled at the box.

"Shhh! Anakin! They might be asleep!" Padme said.

Qui-Gon knelt down and listened closely. "You're right! Someone is asleep in there!" he said.

The other three rushed to Qui-Gon's side and also listened intently. Sure enough, muffled, yet obnoxious, snoring could be heard.

"That's it. It's Maul. He's gotta be in there," Qui-Gon said, worried. "Why would Mark troll us like this?" He took a nervous step away from the box. "I thought he loved me."

"I'm sure he does, Master. But what we can't be sure about is that Maul is the one in that box," Obi-Wan said.

"Obi-Wan is right," Padme said. "Darth Maul doesn't seem like the type to snore anyway."

"I'll bet Maul doesn't even sleep. I mean, have you seen him?" Anakin said.

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Qui-Gon said. "We'll have to open the box."

In a rush of nervous energy, Qui-Gon unsheathed his lightsaber and in a flash, the box had been opened. "I'm sure Mark won't mind."

Obi-Wan and Padme gave Qui a look, then looked at each other and shrugged. Anakin dashed into the box.

"WOAH! GUYS, GUESS WHO IT IS!" he shouted from inside the box.

"Oh no, it's gotta be Maul for sure!" Qui-Gon said, gripping his saber more tightly.

"No! It's not him at all!" Anakin said. Anakin soon emerged dragging the new friend by a pair of long, flappy ears.

"Jar Jar?!" Obi-Wan said, disappointed.

"What's wrong, Obi-Wan? Do you not like Jar Jar?" Padme asked, kneeling by Jar Jar's side and laying a hand on his scaly orange shoulder.

"...not particularly," Obi-Wan answered.

"Why not? He's harmless, and even though he's a little clumsy, he means well," Padme said.

"Padme is right, Obi-Wan. Jar Jar may be different from us, but that doesn't mean we should judge him so harshly," Qui-Gon said.

"Oh, please, Master! I know you don't care for him much either! You've only gone soft because you're relieved it's not Maul!" Obi-Wan said.

Qui-Gon didn't say anything.

"Well, I like Jar Jar fine. Maybe he'll want to play with me! I found an old bouncy ball under the couch yesterday, maybe he'll wanna play catch!" Anakin said. He straddled Jar Jar's chest while the gungan slept, none the wiser that a child was currently sitting on him.

"Why don't you ask me to play with you, Ani?" Obi-Wan asked.

"'Cause you're no fun," Anakin said.

"Out of the mouths of babes," Qui-Gon said.

"Jar Jar! Wake up!" Anakin, who had grown impatient, shouted at Jar Jar. He shook the gungan's shoulders to rouse him. "It's been a real long time, Jar Jar, and it's time for you to get up!"

Jar Jar groaned, before suddenly propping himself up on his elbows and shaking his head around like a wet dog. His ears slapped Anakin in the face, who fell over from the force.

"Welcome, Jar Jar," Qui-Gon said, stepping towards Jar Jar.

"OoOh! Lookee all these new pal-os! Meesa very happy to meet yousa!" Jar Jar said, stumbling as he tried to stand up.

Unfortunately, Jar Jar's pants were very old and ragged. Grimy brown paint from the fabric was left behind on the ground from where he had been lying down.

"Ew, Jar Jar! Did you poop your pants?" Anakin said.

"Huh?" Jar Jar said.

Padme looked at the paint, then took a peek at Jar Jar's pants. "Oh, Jar Jar, your pants are ruined!"

"Meesa need ta wear diaper now?" Jar Jar said.

"I don't think it's that, Jar Jar. Your pants are all worn out. You should go take them off before you make a mess somewhere else," Obi-Wan suggested.

"But whata will meesa wear?" Jar Jar asked.

"We'll ask Mark to get you a new pair. He's the boy we all belong to," Qui-Gon said. "For the time being, you can tie Obi-Wan's cloak around your waist. I'm sure he won't mind."

"Oh," Jar Jar said. "Okeyday!" He hopped off the bed with a great whoop of excitement and ran to change out of his slimy old pants.

Obi-Wan was not pleased.

Later that evening, after Mark had come home, Jar Jar asked for his new pants. Mark was happy to make him a new pair, and even allowed him to choose the new fabric. Padme helped him pick out a brown fabric with swirling designs that nicely matched the rest of his outfit. Then, the boy disappeared to his sewing room. About an hour later, he returned, holding a nicely made pair of new pants for the unlucky gungan.

"Here are your new pants, Jar Jar!" Mark said, holding out the little pair of brown pants. "Wanna try them on?"

"Yes pleeeeez!" Jar Jar said. He hopped up to grab the pants then ran away, tossing Obi-Wan's cloak from his hips.

Obi-Wan tentatively crept over to pick his cloak up, trying not to touch too much of it. "I'll have to wash this now," he said. Padme chuckled at him.

Just a moment later, Jar Jar returned, sporting his brand new pair of pants, fresh off the sewing machine.

"You look great, Jar Jar!" Padme said.

"Striking," Qui-Gon said. "You're very good at sewing, Mark!"

"Ah, well, you guys are worth it," Mark said. He held out a hand mirror so Jar Jar could look at himself.

"Oooh! Muy hot, very nice!" Jar Jar said, checking out his reflection. "Theesa make mesa buttom lookee good!"

"I'm glad! You definitely look good, if I do say so myself," Mark said. "What would you like to do to celebrate your arrival, Jar Jar?"

"Hmmm," Jar Jar hummed. "Can wesa goin out per chuba sandwiches?"

"Sure," Mark laughed.

"But, Mark, where are we gonna find chubas in Minnesota?!" Anakin asked.

Oh, Ani. Always asking the important questions.