A/N: This is the second installment-- enjoy.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah don't own them blah blah blah don't sue
*words*= thought
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Episode Two
Master Qui Gon fumbled with his map, trying to untangle the thing from his neck and drive the ship at the same time. *Next time we take a trip...we're flying there*, Qui Gon thought darkly at the map. *...Dumb archaic novelties. Hm... speaking of novelties, where is Obi wan?*
Just then air lock squeaked open, and the frozen apprentice fell onto the deck. Qui Gon turned to glare at him.
"Where were you? I could have used your help just a minute ago. Honestly, Obi wan. Every time I let you out, you always end up wandering around the ship hull--not to mention the all the startled passer-byers...or whatever they call them. It's poor time management! Really, Obi wan." Qui Gon stalked over, found his hair dryer, and plugged it in.
"Your rather fortunate, you know. I could have just left you out there--good thing I got this hair dryer! Otherwise, I'd have to ship your sorry frozen carcass!" Master Qui Gon tsked as he pushed the defrost button with his thumb. "...It would save me all this trouble, however..."
The dryer whirred noisily as the master set about de-icing Obi wan.
"...It really is bad time management, Obi wan! How do you always end up icing over your eyes, I declare I'll never know! ... Obi wan...Obi wan, --are you listening?"
Suddenly, Qui Gon's comlink started ringing 'Hutt Hat Dance.' (Sounds just like the Mexican hat dance, but different)
"Ack!" Qui Gon jumped, fumbling with the hair dryer, and inwardly cursing Obi wan for fiddling with the settings again.
Just as he put down the dyer, and reached for the comlink, the messager beat him.
"-Hi, there. This is Qui Gon's frequency. He's off avenging his master's fate, saving a planet from doom, curling his beard, or busy. Heh heh...ahem. Leave a message and he'll get back. Live long and prosper. -" Qui Gon growled; Obi wan had gotten to that setting, too. Darn that kid.
He gave up after a couple moments of trying to stop the thing and went back to defrosting his apprentice. Hmm...looked like the boy could use a little more around the eyes...
* * *
"Are we there yet, master?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, my impatient apprentice?!" Qui Gon glared at Obi wan. "If you hadn't been fooling around out there..."
"But I---"
"Never mind!" Master Qui Gon reminded himself of his blood pressure and took his voice down a notch. "...Never mind that, Obi wan. And yes, we're almost--there's the welcoming committee now."
Sure enough; in front of a huge ship shaped like a wedge of cheese, a bunch of banners reading 'Welcome, Lawyers!" along with many brightly colored balloons and lots of confetti floated by the view ports, along with the occasional party-hatted rubber chicken.
" 'Lawyers'? Are you sure, master?" Obi wan turned to look at a chicken floating past his window. "And why are there rubber chickens in party hats?"
"...It's a M'gihc'phbt'ma'gawk custom. It means 'me casa, you casa'...But I'm not quite sure about the Lawyer thing."
"What does 'me casa, you casa' mean, sir?"
Qui Gon opened his mouth, then shut it. He tried again after a moment of thought; "it means...casa...no, that's wcassa...Uh...Well, Obi wan, -- it's a type of fish." The master nodded, still looking uncertain.
"Oh." Obi wan frowned. "...And what's a Lawyer?"
" 'He who does not question get the biggest worm filled bowl,' " quoted Qui Gon, glaring at Obi wan.
The young apprentice's shoulders slumped. *I wish I knew what that meant.* Obi wan slouched in his seat as his master started the docking sequence.
Mean while on the cheese shaped ship, a dark and sinister being watched as the little ship flew into its clutches.
"Excellent. Those stupid Jedi--- they flew right into my trap. They may have to majority of viewing audiences on their side, but I have--," Darth Macaroon paused for effect, "...Cheese Whiz!"
He took a deep breath and cackled sinisterly.Just then, the janitor came in and turned on the lights.
"ACK!" The evil Darth Macaroon flailed, robes flying everywhere. He made a dash for cover, and as was his luck, tripped on a trailing sleeve.
"...Drat! That smarts."
End of Episode Two
A/N: thanks for tuning in again--FYI-- Darth Macaroon's headquarters are in the closet, just in case that part confuses you peeps!
Disclaimer: blah blah blah don't own them blah blah blah don't sue
*words*= thought
---
Episode Two
Master Qui Gon fumbled with his map, trying to untangle the thing from his neck and drive the ship at the same time. *Next time we take a trip...we're flying there*, Qui Gon thought darkly at the map. *...Dumb archaic novelties. Hm... speaking of novelties, where is Obi wan?*
Just then air lock squeaked open, and the frozen apprentice fell onto the deck. Qui Gon turned to glare at him.
"Where were you? I could have used your help just a minute ago. Honestly, Obi wan. Every time I let you out, you always end up wandering around the ship hull--not to mention the all the startled passer-byers...or whatever they call them. It's poor time management! Really, Obi wan." Qui Gon stalked over, found his hair dryer, and plugged it in.
"Your rather fortunate, you know. I could have just left you out there--good thing I got this hair dryer! Otherwise, I'd have to ship your sorry frozen carcass!" Master Qui Gon tsked as he pushed the defrost button with his thumb. "...It would save me all this trouble, however..."
The dryer whirred noisily as the master set about de-icing Obi wan.
"...It really is bad time management, Obi wan! How do you always end up icing over your eyes, I declare I'll never know! ... Obi wan...Obi wan, --are you listening?"
Suddenly, Qui Gon's comlink started ringing 'Hutt Hat Dance.' (Sounds just like the Mexican hat dance, but different)
"Ack!" Qui Gon jumped, fumbling with the hair dryer, and inwardly cursing Obi wan for fiddling with the settings again.
Just as he put down the dyer, and reached for the comlink, the messager beat him.
"-Hi, there. This is Qui Gon's frequency. He's off avenging his master's fate, saving a planet from doom, curling his beard, or busy. Heh heh...ahem. Leave a message and he'll get back. Live long and prosper. -" Qui Gon growled; Obi wan had gotten to that setting, too. Darn that kid.
He gave up after a couple moments of trying to stop the thing and went back to defrosting his apprentice. Hmm...looked like the boy could use a little more around the eyes...
* * *
"Are we there yet, master?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, my impatient apprentice?!" Qui Gon glared at Obi wan. "If you hadn't been fooling around out there..."
"But I---"
"Never mind!" Master Qui Gon reminded himself of his blood pressure and took his voice down a notch. "...Never mind that, Obi wan. And yes, we're almost--there's the welcoming committee now."
Sure enough; in front of a huge ship shaped like a wedge of cheese, a bunch of banners reading 'Welcome, Lawyers!" along with many brightly colored balloons and lots of confetti floated by the view ports, along with the occasional party-hatted rubber chicken.
" 'Lawyers'? Are you sure, master?" Obi wan turned to look at a chicken floating past his window. "And why are there rubber chickens in party hats?"
"...It's a M'gihc'phbt'ma'gawk custom. It means 'me casa, you casa'...But I'm not quite sure about the Lawyer thing."
"What does 'me casa, you casa' mean, sir?"
Qui Gon opened his mouth, then shut it. He tried again after a moment of thought; "it means...casa...no, that's wcassa...Uh...Well, Obi wan, -- it's a type of fish." The master nodded, still looking uncertain.
"Oh." Obi wan frowned. "...And what's a Lawyer?"
" 'He who does not question get the biggest worm filled bowl,' " quoted Qui Gon, glaring at Obi wan.
The young apprentice's shoulders slumped. *I wish I knew what that meant.* Obi wan slouched in his seat as his master started the docking sequence.
Mean while on the cheese shaped ship, a dark and sinister being watched as the little ship flew into its clutches.
"Excellent. Those stupid Jedi--- they flew right into my trap. They may have to majority of viewing audiences on their side, but I have--," Darth Macaroon paused for effect, "...Cheese Whiz!"
He took a deep breath and cackled sinisterly.Just then, the janitor came in and turned on the lights.
"ACK!" The evil Darth Macaroon flailed, robes flying everywhere. He made a dash for cover, and as was his luck, tripped on a trailing sleeve.
"...Drat! That smarts."
End of Episode Two
A/N: thanks for tuning in again--FYI-- Darth Macaroon's headquarters are in the closet, just in case that part confuses you peeps!