A few moments later, the three Cali teens had followed the Senator's shuttle to the building where she was to meet her bodyguards. Little did she know that one of the bodyguards would be none other than Anakin Skywalker, that creepy Tatooine kid with a bizarre obsession for her. Meg, Celeb, and Adnap knew exactly who they were, though, and Meg was practically dancing with excitement.

"We're gonna see Obi-Wan! In person! In the flesh!" she squealed as they steered the speeder into a parking garage.

"And we're gonna torment Anakin!" Celeb sang.

"And… uh… I can get hairstyle tips from Padme!" Adnap exclaimed.

"Yes. Yes you can. But at the moment, we have a lift to catch! Come on!" Meg piloted the little speeder around the building until she had it level with the lift shaft.

"Why are we parked here?" Celeb asked. "The party's upstairs!"

"Watch and learn," Meg grinned.

Shortly, a small copper something started rising up the lift shaft. It was none other than… the lift. Our favorite Star Wars bishounen was inside, along with his not-so-intelligent Padawan. They were deep in conversation about sweat and nests of evil creatures, so they didn't notice the three fangirls wildly waving to them from outside… until Obi-Wan caught sight of them reflected in the lift door.

"Who are they?" he asked, turning. They were dressed in the robes of learners, but Obi-Wan had never seen them before.

"I don't know, master," Anakin replied.

"We love you, Obi-Wan!!" one of the girls squealed.

"You… what?" Obi-Wan was thrown off slightly. No one from the temple ever acted like this… well, except for Aleena Tarlana. But she was different.

"Let's get in that lift!" Celeb exclaimed, leaning out of the speeder.

"How do you propose we do that?" Adnap asked. "We're- wait. I know how!"

"Yay! She's learning!" Meg cheered.

"Can I do it this time?" Adnap asked.

"Knock yourself out."

"Behold the power of the fangirls!" Adnap exclaimed, and suddenly the three Cali teens were in the lift.

"Who are you?" Anakin asked.

Adnap pulled her robe around her face and put on a big, wide-brimmed hat. "We're your worst nightmare," she said in a creepy, low voice.

"I am the terror that flaps- no, wait. That's just wrong," Celeb said, shaking her head.

Meanwhile, Meg was attempting to get Obi-Wan to show her what the term 'full-frontal snogging' meant. Since the Jedi in question wasn't as Scottish as his actor counterpart, he had no idea what she meant. He was edged all the way to the back of the lift, terror in his eyes.

"Meg! You're going to kill him!" Celeb exclaimed.

"No, he's gonna kill him," Meg replied, pointing at Anakin.

"I am?" Anakin asked, puzzled.

"Yes, stupid! Of course you are!" Celeb replied, smacking Anakin over the head with the Vegeta doll.

Further random violence was abruptly cut off as the lift doors slid open with a slight hiss. Obi-Wan shoved past the fangirls and into the room, straightening his tunic and watching them warily.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked, his hand straying to his lightsaber.

"I want you!" Meg squealed.

"We want to torture your apprentice," Celeb replied.

"I want a speeder!" Adnap exclaimed.

"You can't have any of that!" Obi-Wan shouted. "Are you all crazy??"

"Yeah… we are," Adnap replied.

Just then, the doors across the room opened. Who should walk in but…

"Mufasa??" Adnap asked, looking rather disturbed. "Isn't Padme supposed to walk through that door?"

"Yeah… she is," Meg responded. "Celeb… did you use the magic pencil again??"

"Who, me?" Celeb asked, innocently brushing pencil shavings under the rug with her foot. "Never."

End Notes: Mufasa? Pencil shavings? Obscure Disney cartoon references? This cannot be good. Stay tuned for the next chapter…