I do NOT own Star Wars although it'd be cool if I did.
Director: Aphy with help from Chewie
-_-;; I'm totally out of ideas right now. *sighs heavily* APHY'S OUT OF IDEAS!? *gasp and faints* I NEED IDEAS! And anyways, I don't think Grade 3 is funny. *sighs* Aphy lost her funnybone. *cries*

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After an hour of introducing, getting settled, and organizied, Mr. Cliché's grade 3 class had finally settled down in the gym area. They were ready to start playing a game of tennis thus Mr. Cliché told the students to sit along the sides as he got organizied. He started with putting up the tennis nets.

Maul snickered to himself, pulling out a mini-Sith sling shot.

Luke looked over and gasped but his mouth was covered by Sidious. He pouted and watched as Maul tapped Chewie on the shoulder, asking him something.

Chewie took some of his loose fur, putting it in a ball and handed it to Maul.

Maul snickered again and used the dark side of the Force upon the ball, making it hard as a rock. Harder actually. He put it in the sling shot and aimed at Mr. Cliché and...

"OW!" Mr. Cliché stood up straight, rubbing his lower back and turned to face the children, all of whom were looking extremely innocent. He glared at each of them and shook his head. He finished getting the nets up and went into a room in the gym, gathering the supplies needed. He handed out a racket to each er, person, and then split them into partners. Qui-Gon and Maul were partnered up and sent to the far right end with a tennis ball. Dooku and Windu were paired up and send next over to Qui-Gon and Maul with a tennis ball of their own. Next, Yoda and Sidious were partnered up and sent off to the far left side with a tennis ball. Next, Obi-Wan and Padme were set up and sent off towards Yoda and Sidious with their own tennis ball.

Anakin whined. "Why can I be with Padme?"

Mr. Cliché shook his head. "Sorry, Anakin, but that's the way it is."

Anakin glared at him and he suddenly started to choke. Anakin's eyes went wide and he jumped back as Mr. Cliché went back to normal slowly. He snickered evilly to himself and hunched his shoulders, tapping his fingers together. "Excellent."

Han and Chewie were partnered up with Han's constant asking and sent off towards Dooku and Windu with their own tennis ball. Luke and Leia were partnered up and sent off to the left beside Obi-Wan and Padme, leaving Anakin in silence.

"Who do I go with?" he asked Mr. Cliché.

Mr. Cliché gave him a smile, adjusting his brown wig. (A/N: Whooo, he's from an old thought for a story; Mr. Cliché, the Evil Mastermind. Actually, his name was Mr. Kliché, the Evil RUSSIAN Mastermind and arch-nemesis of Generic Super Action Hero!). "We have a new student. His name is..."

"Boba Fett." A chibi Boba Fett walked into the gym with a gun hanging on his side, dressed in dull green armour. He looked at Mr. Cliché for a moment and then to Anakin. "Let's play tennis." He had the look of BOUNTY HUNTER all over him.

Anakin blinked and watched as Mr. Cliché handed Boba Fett a tennis racket. "I'm Anakin," he said, going under the net to the other side with the tennis ball. "I've never met a bounty hunter before; how are you doing today?"

Chibi Fett glared at him for a moment. "Just hit the ball."

"Fine." Anakin bounced the ball once and before anyone else started, he hit the ball lightly and it when flying towards Fett who held up his racket to hit it but stared as the tennis ball stopped, moved to the right, and flew off. Anakin cheered. "One point for me!"

"HEY! No Force tricks!" Fett yelled in protest. "NOT FAIR!"

Mr. Cliché stared for a moment and grabbed the ball, tossing it to Fett to try. Probably a string, he thought. Yeah, must have been a string oddly enough. I don't know. Whatever. Whatever just happened, happened. He nodded his head and watched as the other students began to join in.

Leia tossed the ball into the air and then hit it as hard as she could, it zooming right towards Luke before he could blink. Therefore, it hit him in the head and he fell over. She covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing and she rushed over towards him. "Sorry Luke," she said in an overly-sweet-apologetic-but-I-think-it's-really-funny tone.

Luke sighed, standing up. "You'd think I'd be able to stop it," he grumbled and waited as Leia walked back over to her side of the court.

Qui-Gon bounced the ball a couple times and tossed it over to Maul. "You can serve first."

The Chibi Maul grinned and then tossed the ball into the air and hit it SO hard, it looked like it was on fire. He watched as Qui-Gon used his Force reflexes to counter with hitting the ball but...the ball just kept going...THROUGH the racket.

Qui-Gon jumped to the side, letting the ball fly through his racket and right into the wall.

Mr. Cliché coughed, staring at the wall. "Impressive."

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan and Padme were hitting the ball gently until the ball stopped in mid-air before Padme and then hit her smack-dab in the head.

"OW! OBI-WAN! THAT HURT!" she screamed, banging her feet on the ground.

Obi-Wan blinked. "But I didn't do that." He looked over to Sidious who was snickering to himself.

"Padme!" Anakin gasped and threw his racket down, dashing over to Padme. He helped her up and left the gym, leaving Mr. Cliché a bit baffled.

Obi-Wan frowned and walked over to the Chibi Fett where he started playing.

Han and Chewie where hitting the ball back and forth at pretty fast speeds. They were the best tennis players yet.

Moving on to the next duo, Dooku and Windu looked like they were having some kind of tournament. They jumped back and forth frantically to hit the ball, using Force tricks to make the other fumble or miss the ball. Neither coul--

"HEY!" Windu yelled out as he fell flat on his face.

Dooku blinked and looked over to see Sidious snickering. He snickered to himself and threw the tennis ball at Windu.

Finally, before Sidious could turn his attention back to the game, he fell flat on his face and the tennis ball bounced on his head. On the other side of the net, Yoda was snickering madly and walking away back to Mr. Cliché who was calling everyone. "All right, class, I er, guess this class is finished...wonderful class...very...VERY...wonderful." He managed to clean up the gym, make sure everyone was all right and lead them back to the classroom.

For the next two hours, Mr. Cliché somehow managed to keep the kids quiet and start teaching. He taught about math...

Maul threw a tennis ball.

Qui-Gon told Obi-Wan to (gasp) shut up.

Padme and Anakin...cuddled.

Leia hit Luke upside the head for whining.

Mr. Cliché yelled.

After math was over, and it didn't turn out too well, Mr. Cliché began to teach english. That didn't go well either...

Sidious shocked everyone with lightning and made Mr. Cliché's fake hair fly off. Ha ha, he wears a wig.

Obi-Wan and Maul had a VERY intense staring contest.

Padme and Leia compared hair styles.

Chewie sang a song...which made no sense to anyone but Han.

Han acted like he was drunk.

Fett took out his gun to shoot Yoda but realized it was only a water gun.

Windu kicked Fett.

Mr. Cliché yelled...again.

Soon after that, lunch began. And that's when it all started...

"FOOD FIGHT!"

Of course, food was thrown.

Padme had a pie in her face, Leia had a couple tomatoes in her face and the two dashed under the tables to safetly. Fett had joined Sidious, Maul, and Dooku and began throwing cheeseburgers. Han placed Chewie in front of him who simply opened his mouth and ate all the cheeseburgers. Anakin and Obi-Wan began throwing random pieces of pie and fists of mashed potatoes, knocking Sidious to the ground. Qui-Gon shoved Luke underneath the table because he felt like it. Yoda and Windu simply kept eating, the food bouncing off an inch before it touched them.

Mr. Cliché walked in and...

"WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING?!" he screamed, pulling off his wig in maddness. "YOU'RE RIPPING THIS CLASS APART!" He screamed again and ran out of the class, pulling out the rest of his hair.

With that, the kids left snickering to themselves, ready to go onto grade 4.