"Right" He scanned the horizon of Coruscant wondering which direction to take before marching to a sweet shop he had been dragged to by Anakin and the Twins.
The bell rang as he walked in the door of the shop towards an uninterested shop assistant, more intent on examining her cuticles, than removing her head phones to serve the Jedi Master.
"Um" Luke asked doggedly "Do have a pez?"
"What?"
"It's for my niece" He rushed quickly.
"That's what they all say" She replied obviously bored.
"Well do you have one?"
She shook her head "Good luck, it's the latest craze, all the kids in the inner rim are trying to get their hands on one".
Luke groaned.
The next shop that he managed to locate was even worse.
"No, a PEZ" Luke over enunciated
"Ahhhhh" The Quarren, who's Basic was severely lacking said. He proceeded to reach under the counter to produce a round red hat with black tassels coming out of the top.
Luke slammed his hand into his forehead "A P-E-Z, sweet dispenser?"
Four wax candles were placed in front of him
"No!" Said Luke loudly, his patience more stretched then with the whole 'don't go to Bespin' episode. "Pez" He tried to draw it in the air with his finger. The Quarren smiled knowingly and handed Luke a tube of cream and a pessory.
The Candy Emporium was huge and Luke was more than a bit daunted. Row upon row upon row of shelves on more aisles than he had seen in his life and children swarmed over them, an normally adult attached to the arm with a look like they had just run a gauntlet of TIEs armed only with a water pistol. The Jedi Master resisted the temptation to put his hands over his ears to block out the almost deafening cries of "I want it NOW!" "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy look!" "Sugar!" "But it's my favourite!", somewhere in this seething mass of confectionary and irate shoppers there had to be a pez.
Luke grabbed a spotty male adolescent shop assistant wearing a yellow badge that said 'Hi I'm Mike, How can I help you?' and a ridiculous neon pink shirt "Do you know where I can find a pez?"
"Please don't hurt me" Beads of sweat rolled off his nose in rivers created by the channels between his acne, "I just work here, honest, and if we've under ordered something it's not my fault. "
"Ummm I just want to know if you have a Pez?"
The assistant twitched nervously, his eyes glazed over like a young nerf caught between a rancor's claws; he took a breath and held it for a second. Just as Luke thought he was going to turn blue he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice before sprinting at full speed through a door that said 'authorised personnel only'. Then there was the sound of several bolts being drawn. From the Force signatures he was not the only member of staff crouched in the hiding place.
As he caught a glimpse of the end of the aisle he suddenly wished he could join 'Mike' in his little 'authorised personnel only' bunker. A huge sign taller than Chewie spelt out in red letters P-E-Z stood immediately in front of him. Kids hung off the sign, swinging from the loops on the italic letters as pale-faced parents fought each other to get to the few remaining on the shelves. Luke held his breath and dived into the throng. Using the Force to jump over most of the parents a grabbed a pez with an x-wing atop it and for a brief second with sighed relief.
An infuriated Wookiee grasped Luke by the throat, holding a bowcaster to his head. The Wookiee growled and Luke reluctantly handed over his prize.
"Pssssssss" Another assistant, this one with a mullet (bad 80s haircut for all you yanks out there) and a badge saying 'I'm Chuck, how can I help you?' "Wanna Pez?" He said huskily.
"Errrrr, yeah" Luke replied uncertainly.
He handed him a card with an address on it "Try here, there's a little less competition".
Luke perked up. Thank the Force for contraband. But it was not contraband, it was worse.
"The last sweet shop on Coruscant" He muttered to himself, wondering what would happen if any reporters happened to see him entering the seedy establishment of Ye Olde Imperial Sweet Shop.
He scanned the shelves in a mixture of amusement and chagrin, Dark Lord Lozenges, Sugar Force Pikes, Alderaan's Dust Sherbet, AS-AT Jellies, and Luke's personal favourite, Indestructible Death Star Gobstoppers.
Then it caught his eye, "At last, success!" He reached for the pez, pulling it out from under a pile of candy red lightsabres. His hopes were dashed when he saw what cute figure they had placed on the top.
The side of the packet boasted Emperor Palpatine Pez, REALLY talks, an Empire endorsed product. He pressed the top of the pez and the smiley face of the pez said 'serve the Empire' and his eyes flashed yellow before a TIE fighter shaped sweet fell out of the bottom.
Luke soon realised that this was the only pez he was ever get his hands on. Mara was going to kill him.
Hey all, I managed to find an internet cafe just down the road in greece so I can update (yay!!!!) when I have the euros to do so, anyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of Pez Wars. If you liked this you may wanna check out Star Wars, A new rabbit, I think it's funnier than this but r'nr and give me your opinion cos I'm lacking reviews on this story.
The bell rang as he walked in the door of the shop towards an uninterested shop assistant, more intent on examining her cuticles, than removing her head phones to serve the Jedi Master.
"Um" Luke asked doggedly "Do have a pez?"
"What?"
"It's for my niece" He rushed quickly.
"That's what they all say" She replied obviously bored.
"Well do you have one?"
She shook her head "Good luck, it's the latest craze, all the kids in the inner rim are trying to get their hands on one".
Luke groaned.
The next shop that he managed to locate was even worse.
"No, a PEZ" Luke over enunciated
"Ahhhhh" The Quarren, who's Basic was severely lacking said. He proceeded to reach under the counter to produce a round red hat with black tassels coming out of the top.
Luke slammed his hand into his forehead "A P-E-Z, sweet dispenser?"
Four wax candles were placed in front of him
"No!" Said Luke loudly, his patience more stretched then with the whole 'don't go to Bespin' episode. "Pez" He tried to draw it in the air with his finger. The Quarren smiled knowingly and handed Luke a tube of cream and a pessory.
The Candy Emporium was huge and Luke was more than a bit daunted. Row upon row upon row of shelves on more aisles than he had seen in his life and children swarmed over them, an normally adult attached to the arm with a look like they had just run a gauntlet of TIEs armed only with a water pistol. The Jedi Master resisted the temptation to put his hands over his ears to block out the almost deafening cries of "I want it NOW!" "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy look!" "Sugar!" "But it's my favourite!", somewhere in this seething mass of confectionary and irate shoppers there had to be a pez.
Luke grabbed a spotty male adolescent shop assistant wearing a yellow badge that said 'Hi I'm Mike, How can I help you?' and a ridiculous neon pink shirt "Do you know where I can find a pez?"
"Please don't hurt me" Beads of sweat rolled off his nose in rivers created by the channels between his acne, "I just work here, honest, and if we've under ordered something it's not my fault. "
"Ummm I just want to know if you have a Pez?"
The assistant twitched nervously, his eyes glazed over like a young nerf caught between a rancor's claws; he took a breath and held it for a second. Just as Luke thought he was going to turn blue he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice before sprinting at full speed through a door that said 'authorised personnel only'. Then there was the sound of several bolts being drawn. From the Force signatures he was not the only member of staff crouched in the hiding place.
As he caught a glimpse of the end of the aisle he suddenly wished he could join 'Mike' in his little 'authorised personnel only' bunker. A huge sign taller than Chewie spelt out in red letters P-E-Z stood immediately in front of him. Kids hung off the sign, swinging from the loops on the italic letters as pale-faced parents fought each other to get to the few remaining on the shelves. Luke held his breath and dived into the throng. Using the Force to jump over most of the parents a grabbed a pez with an x-wing atop it and for a brief second with sighed relief.
An infuriated Wookiee grasped Luke by the throat, holding a bowcaster to his head. The Wookiee growled and Luke reluctantly handed over his prize.
"Pssssssss" Another assistant, this one with a mullet (bad 80s haircut for all you yanks out there) and a badge saying 'I'm Chuck, how can I help you?' "Wanna Pez?" He said huskily.
"Errrrr, yeah" Luke replied uncertainly.
He handed him a card with an address on it "Try here, there's a little less competition".
Luke perked up. Thank the Force for contraband. But it was not contraband, it was worse.
"The last sweet shop on Coruscant" He muttered to himself, wondering what would happen if any reporters happened to see him entering the seedy establishment of Ye Olde Imperial Sweet Shop.
He scanned the shelves in a mixture of amusement and chagrin, Dark Lord Lozenges, Sugar Force Pikes, Alderaan's Dust Sherbet, AS-AT Jellies, and Luke's personal favourite, Indestructible Death Star Gobstoppers.
Then it caught his eye, "At last, success!" He reached for the pez, pulling it out from under a pile of candy red lightsabres. His hopes were dashed when he saw what cute figure they had placed on the top.
The side of the packet boasted Emperor Palpatine Pez, REALLY talks, an Empire endorsed product. He pressed the top of the pez and the smiley face of the pez said 'serve the Empire' and his eyes flashed yellow before a TIE fighter shaped sweet fell out of the bottom.
Luke soon realised that this was the only pez he was ever get his hands on. Mara was going to kill him.
Hey all, I managed to find an internet cafe just down the road in greece so I can update (yay!!!!) when I have the euros to do so, anyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of Pez Wars. If you liked this you may wanna check out Star Wars, A new rabbit, I think it's funnier than this but r'nr and give me your opinion cos I'm lacking reviews on this story.
