Dooku sat in a building that Palpatine had provided for him, telling him to stay there and wait for someone. I wonder who it could be thought Dooku eagerly. He hoped it was a Jedi so he could kill them. He heard a knock at the door. He got up and opened it.

A woman was standing there, smiling. "Hello there!"

Dooku furrowed his brow, confused. He noticed her nose looked extremely Boopalicious. He wanted to boop her nose this very second, but he decided to wait until later to do that. "Who are you?" He responded slowly.

The woman laughed. "My name is Margaret. I'm your new babysitter."

Dooku stared at her. "I don't need a babysitter. I'm a grown man, for Bantha's sake!"

Margaret laughed again. "Oh, Dooku, you're so funny!"

He was taken aback. "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, Chancellor Palpatine hired me. He told me so many things about you, like how evil you are." Palpatine had also told her about his Apprentice's other issues, but she wasn't going to tell that to the Count. "He just wanted to make sure that you have everything under control, so he hired me to help you out. Think of me as your personal assistant!"

Dooku started to close the door on her. "Thanks, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Margaret held up a sack. "I brought cookies!" She said in a sing-song voice.

He opened the door slightly. "Cookies, you say? What kind of cookies?"

Margaret smiled. "Chocolate chip! Palpatine said it was your favorite kind."

Dooku opened the door fully. "Come on in!"

Margaret walked into the building. Dooku made a grab for the cookies, but missed. I must have those cookies! He thought.

Margaret examined the infrastructure. "My, what a beautiful place this is!"

Dooku shrugged. "Eh, it's okay, I guess. Can I have those cookies?"

Margaret waved her finger in his face. "Not until after dinner!"

Dooku looked at the clock. "But it's only 2:30! I want my cookies NOOOW!"

Margaret put the sweets up where he couldn't reach them. "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait then, won't we?"

Dooku pouted. "You're mean! Do you know who I am?! I'm Darth Tyranus! I don't have to listen to you!"

Margaret held up a hand for silence. When Dooku was quiet, she continued, "The Chancellor said you might act like this, so perhaps you'd like to Watch TV or maybe do a similar activity to make the time go by faster?"

Dooku sighed, defeated. "Okay, fine." He muttered.

Margaret clappped her hands excitedly. "Excellent!" She went out to her vehicle for a moment and came back with some board games. Holding them up for him, she told him to pick one. He picked Monopoly.

After about an hour of playing, and of Dooku getting angry and breaking things whenever Margaret took one of his properties, she decided to play a different game, one that wasn't so stressful to him. He picked Twister. They spent a few hours laughing and getting to know each other better while playing the game.

At around 6:00, they decided to have dinner. Margaret had brought a tuna sandwich. The Count had looked in the fridge and had picked Pizza. When he was about to start eating, Margaret stopped him. "Dooku, what's wrong with this picture?" She said, looking down at his plate.

The Sith Lord looked up at her, confused. "Um, I don't know. What?"

She pointed at his plate. "I don't see any vegetables. You should always eat veggies with your food."

Dooku set down his pizza and stood up. "Are you crazy? I hate vegetables! I haven't eaten them since I was a child!"

Margaret was shocked. "The Jedi never made you eat vegetables?! How DARE they!" She dug around in her purse. "I think I have some in here somewhere…"

Dooku grabbed her arm to stop her. "Uh, that's not necessary! And how did you know I used to be a Jedi? I never told you that! No one is supposed to know that!"

Margaret politely pulled away from Dooku's grasp. "Palpatine told me."

Dooku began to feel angry. What else did he tell her? His whole life story? He was going to have to talk to him about this little issue sometime. He cleared his throat. He sat down to continue eating his dinner.

After he was done, he eyed his cookies excitedly. He went to get them, but was prevented from doing so by his companion. "What now?" He growled.

"You didn't ask to be excused." She said.

Releasing a sigh, he trudged back to his seat. "May I please be excused?"

Margaret nodded. "Yes, you may."

Jumping up out of his seat, he pointed to the treats."May I have my cookies now?"

Margaret retrieved them. "Yes, but only one." Dooku stomped his foot. "Noooo! I want three!"

The babysitter started to put the cookies back up. "One, or none at all. What's it gonna be, Dooku?"

The Count sighed. "Fine. One, I guess." Dooku took one cookie out of the bag. He ate it super slowly so it would last longer. An hour later, he was still eating his cookie. He was nibbling on it like a mouse. When he finally finished it, he went to find Margaret, who was watching the HoloNet.

She smiled at him. "Finished with your cookie?"

He nodded. "Yup!"

The Count was shocked when his new 'friend' rolled her eyes. "Finally." She muttered under her breath, hoping Dooku didn't hear. But he did hear. He jumped up and pointed a finger at her. "I heard that!" He yelled angrily.

Margaret feigned innocence. "Heard what?"

Dooku was getting really angry now. He began Force Choking her, lifting her up into the air. She gasped for breath as Dooku started ranting. "First, you bribe me with cookies, and then you have the nerve to deny me my cookies that I so desperately wanted, then you try and force me to eat VEGETABLES!? What is wrong with you, woman?! And also…" He pulled her forward with The Force and booped her nose. "Boop! Sorry, but I've wanted to do that since you got here."

Margaret's eyes were popping out of her head now, and her face was turning blue. "You know what?" Dooku decided. "I think you're fired." He flung her out of the nearest window. Grumbling to himself, he contacted his Master.

"What is it, Lord Tyranus?"

Dooku bowed. "Master, why did you get me a babysitter?"

Palpatine sighed. "I did it to make sure you didn't poop your pants again." He mumbled.

Dooku rose from his kneeling position. "She tried to make me eat vegetables! Can you believe that?! Those things are nasty! Then, she thought she could boss me around! Oh, that witch! She was so evil! Good thing I killed her."

Palpatine was surprised. "You killed her? I didn't think you would do that!" He smiled "I'm proud of you!"

Dooku was taken aback. "You… You're proud of me? I thought you would be angry!"

Palpatine shook his head. "Why would I be angry? She was costing me a fortune. Also, she was kind of a witch. I sent her to you as a test of sorts, to see if you were still capable of being a cold-blooded, remorseless bringer of destruction and death. And you are!" Dooku was still a little confused.

"Okay, thank you, Master." He ended the call. Walking back into the room where he had killed Margaret, he spotted the bag of cookies lying on the ground. He picked them up and begin to eat them all. There were eight total cookies. "Try to tell me that I can only have one cookie. No one tells Count Dooku what to do!" He muttered to himself.

After he had finished the cookies, he decided to go for a walk in order to find the perfect place to dump Margaret's body. He eventually find one by the pond, a few blocks from his dwellings.

After he did that, he asked his Master if he could go back to his home on Serenno.

Palpatine denied his request, and instructed him to remain where he was for a few more weeks, as the Jedi were still searching for him. He decided he'd better get comfortable. It was gonna be a long wait.