DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own Star Wars. Or Dunkin' Donuts, for that matter.
Chapter 2
R2-D2 walked into the marketplace. He looked around. Oooooh! Fresh gasoline, yummy! Wait, that wasn't what he was here for. He had to get a tracking device. It was late in the day, and the prime time for shopping was over by a few hours. The first place he went to was Al's Tracking Devices. Al was a human who was a tall, burly person. He had a pot belly, a swagger, a heavy Southern Earthling accent, a ten gallon hat, and a loaded blaster in both of his hip-holsters. However, despite his intimidating appearance, he was a nice man who liked droids. Best of all, he had a translator so he could understand what R2-D2 was saying. Dodging the wide variety of creatures that still roamed the marketplace, he reached Al's stall and plugged himself in to the spot that would allow Al to read on a screen what the little droid was saying. Al smiled. "Hey, little buddy, how've you been?" he boomed cheerfully in his heavy accent. R2-D2 wasted no time with formalities, but quickly explained the situation and informed Al that he needed a tracker urgently that could track the sources of past calls. "Sorry pal, I sold the last one of those early this morning to a funny looking Twi-lek. I got a few spare parts, though, if you want to make your own! Since it's a big emergency, it's on the house. Good luck." R2 beeped his gratitude, took the parts and stored them, and rode off in search of the other necessary parts. As he went he heard Al call after him, "You come back later for a visit little buddy, y'hear?"
Unfortunately for our hero, most of the other stores were in similar situations. It would take at least a week to order most of the parts he needed to be ordered, and two weeks for the full translator. By the time he was done with his shopping spree, he was left with a wide variety of relatively useless supplies. These included: six springs; three yards of wire; half of a scanner; a mobile phone; printer ink; scotch tape; a hole puncher; several gears, nuts, and bolts; a bag of pistachios; a cooler; a bread box; lots of cardboard boxes; lego; a scone; a sock; a French horn; a Winnie the Pooh dish towel; a poster advertising Dunkin' Donuts; a droid scout pin; an egg timer; a bottle of sand; an electric toothbrush; and a collection of old, rusty door knockers. A/N: yes, it is possible to say that in one breath, but only for my big sister
Oh, and a Subway scrap metal sandwich and glass of gasoline. Even hero droids on a daring mission get hungry.