"Exactly how long is three standard time parts, anyway?" Adnap asked as the three Cali teens and their captive Padawan took to their speeder again.

            "Three hours," Meg replied confidently.

            "What's an hour?" Anakin asked.

            "A standard time part, stupid!" Celeb exclaimed, thwacking him.

            "Can we stop with the thwacking??" he demanded, rubbing at his swiftly-bruising scalp.

            "Let me think."  Celeb tilted her head to one side and examined the clouds for a few seconds.  "Nope."

            "You're so mean," he scowled.

            "No, you're the mean one," Adnap replied.  "You kill poor Obi-Wan!"

            "Yeah!  Murderer!" Celeb exclaimed, thwacking him again.

            "This is going to be one of those days," Anakin sighed.

            "Hey!" Meg shouted, "No using cool catch-phrases!"

            "What??"

            "You heard me!"

            "Uh… Meg?" Adnap asked cautiously.  "Where are we going?"

            "I dunno," Meg shrugged.  "Let's see if there's a McDonalds around here somewhere."

            "Are you always hungry, or what?"

            "Yeah… pretty much."

            Suddenly a big swirly whirlpool opened up right in front of the speeder and sucked them in.

            "Wohoo!  D-d-d… Digimon!" Celeb sang as the whirlpool closed on them.  Moments later it spat them out atop the Eiffel Tower.

            "Hey!  Paris!" Adnap exclaimed, pulling out her 'Fangirl's Guide to the Galaxy' booklet.  "I wonder why we're here?  This is far, far away from Coruscant."

            "And a long time into the future," Celeb added.

            "Huh?" Anakin asked.

            "Let's see if we can figure out when we are," Meg said. 

            "When?"

            "Yeah!  We know where, but not when.  And don't question me, fuzzy!"

            "Fuzzy??"

            "I said don't question me!" Meg bonked Anakin on the head.  Then she tied his arms behind his back with a roll of duck tape she just happened to have lying around.

            "How are we gonna get him down?" Adnap asked.

            "We'll lower him down," Celeb replied.  "Hopefully he'll hit the sides a lot while we're doing it."

            The three Cali girls parked their bright yellow speeder and proceeded to lower Anakin down using a long piece of rope that was conveniently stowed in the glove box.

            "Why aren't we just flying down?" Adnap asked.

            "We are.  He isn't," Meg replied.

            "Oh.  Makes sense to me."

            "Ow!  This (bang) hurts!  You're (bang) OW!  Gonna (bang bonk) kill me!"

            "That's the point," Celeb replied.

            Soon the abused Padawan was lying on the pavement in front of the Tower, attracting the stares of many passers-by.  Meg slowly piloted the speeder down and untied Anakin.  Celeb and Adnap hopped out of the speeder and brushed themselves off.  After Meg had locked the speeder, the three shoved Anakin upright and began walking down the crowded streets.

            "Adnap, go ask that guy what year this is," Meg whispered into her friend's ear while pointing at a man sitting outside of a café.

            "No, you go do it!"

            "You!"

            "You!"

            "I don't speak French!"

            "Neither do I!"

            "I'll do it!" Celeb exclaimed, raising her hand.

            "You speak French?"

            "No…"

            Meg sighed.  "Fine.  Go ask."

            Celeb skipped off towards the man, who stared at her with an odd expression.  Her Jedi robes were quite out-of-place.  When she proceeded to question him in a language he didn't understand, he began to look fearful.  When she threatened to hit him with the Vegeta doll, he took off running.

            "Celeb!" Meg exclaimed, "Don't threaten the natives!  You'll get us arrested!"

            "Oh…"

            Adnap sighed and looked around.  "So, what are we supposed to do here?"

            "We can't figure out the year by asking, but maybe we can by exploring," Meg answered.

            "What d'you mean by that?"

            "We're gonna go to Monmarte and see if Christian's there!"

            "Yeah!"

            "Oh no," Celeb groaned, "not that movie again!"

            "We'll indoctrinate you yet, Celeb!" Meg cackled.

            "Wait… where?" Anakin asked, disturbed.

            "You'll see.  Now march!"

            She jabbed Anakin in the back with a sharp stick she'd found lying around, and the three Cali teens and their hostage moved onward.  Soon they'd reached the City of Sin.

            "This is a really bad place," Adnap noted as they passed a man smoking on a corner.

            "So's California," Meg shrugged.

            "Not this bad!"

            "Have you been to Hollywood lately?"

            "Oh… good point."

            They continued marching uphill until they came within sight of a very brightly-lit windmill.  The sun was setting, making the place even more noticeable.

            "There it is," Meg said, pointing.

            "Isn't that a bad place for young women to be?" Adnap asked.

            "It's a bad place for anyone to be."

            "Then why are we here?"

            "We're gonna go hunt down our favorite penniless poet!" Meg squealed.

            "Ooo!  Yay!"

            "Wait, wait, wait!" Anakin exclaimed, turning around abruptly.  "I refuse to go along with this anymore until you explain some things to me!  Where are we, who are you, and why are you being so mean??"

            "Paris, fangirls of your mentor, and because we can," Celeb replied primly.

            "Because we can-can!" Meg giggled.

            "Can-can we go find Christian now?" Adnap asked.

            "Sure-sure."

            "This is getting silly."

            "I know, isn't it great??"

            The three teens pushed onward, dragging a very unhappy Anakin behind them.

A/N: Will they find the poet?  Will Anakin survive this?  How will they get back to Coruscant??  Will the insanity never cease???