Minervie led Pinneapple into the dressmaker's shop to be fitted for his cape.
As soon as he saw the sign, Pinneaple started to scream. "I don't want a dress!" he protested.
"You're not getting a dress. That's just the name of the store," Minervie said.
The bells on the door rang as they entered. The shop had a musty smell, like inscence, and had only a wooden chair and a cardboard box inside. Minervie said, "Hello!"
A woman appeared from a back room. "Ah," she said. "Being fitted for a dress?"
"I DON'T WANT A DRESS!!!" Pinneapple screamed.
The woman looked doubtful. She had a shiny silk shawl on, and wore her head in a turban with a huge, plastic jewel in the middle. "I am Madam Moochy. I shall now measure you for a dress."
"We're not here for a dress, but a cape," Minervie explained.
"Right."
Pinneapple fidgeted the whole time, but the cape was measured, and Madam Moochy instructed them to pick it up the next day.
Back out on the street, Pinneapple brought up the issue of the marshmallows again. "You said you would buy me some."
"So I did." They went into the nearest Coroscant Dollar General and bought a large package. Then they continued walking, Pinneapple busily crunching a marshmallow.
After several minutes, Minervie was getting annoyed. "How in the world do you crunch a marshmallow?" she asked.
"Dunno. I wanna make s'mores," Pinneapple answered.
"S'mores! Do you realize we are leaving tomorrow?"
"Where are we going?"
"Didn't Master tell you? We're going onto our ship!"
"But what about my cape?" Pinneapple was disappointed. He had been getting excited for a cape that goes whoosh when you spin around.
"We'll pick it up early in the morning. But let me tell you about the Sith ship. It has lots and lots of rooms, so I guess you'll be needing a map. We always go on there for a vacation in the fall, to get away from things."
"Is it fall? You never can tell with the Coroscant atmosphere and all those buildings in the way."
"Yeah. Come on, we don't want to be late."
They rushed down the street, came to the Elephant Training Facility, and went inside.
"The Master's waiting for you," Tattoo said to Minervie. She went into the Master room.
"And you'll need to pack," was Pinneapple's instruction.
"But I'm already packed! I haven't unpacked since I got here this morning!" he motioned towards his suitcase, which was still sitting by the waiting-room chair.
"Okay. Here, take these magazines and read 'em in the spare room down the hall," Tattoo said, and gave Pinneapple a bunch of Ranger Rick magazines.
Just then, Minervie came out. "I have the rest of the day off!" she said happily, and skipped off through the front door.
Pinneapple followed the hall until he came to the spare room. It wasn't actually spare, but was used for storage of cardboard boxes. Pinneapple pushed the boxes out of the way and lied down on his stomach, reading the magazines.
About half an hour later, he was finished reading the magazines and feeling hungry. "I wonder if there's any food in these boxes."
He began to search around. The boxes were mostly full of things like socks and tuxedos, and a couple of band-aids and some hair spray. He did, however, find a yard stick and some matches.
Pinneapple decided to light the tip of the yard stick on fire, then walk around pretending he was carrying a torch. But suddenly he remembered the marshmallows!
I took out a marshmallow, stuck it onto the yardstick, and tried to light the matches. The first try didn't work, because the match had already been used. The next try Pinneapple got too scared of holding fire and dropped it, and it went out. The next one, he could hold but couldn't find anything to burn, so he had to blow it out.
The last match. Pinneapple had decided to burn the magazines, and carefully struck the match. It caught fire, and he carefully put the magazines on fire.
They were soon crackling merrily, as Pinneapple held the marsmallow stick over the makeshift campfire. "If only I had some chocolate and some grahm crackers!" he thought, but it didn't really matter. Marsmallows are just fine on their own.
After six delicious crisp marshmallows and one disgusting burnt one, Pinneapple thought he he heard a voice. It seemed to be saying, "Pinneapple.... Where are you?"
Aha! Master was calling! "Coming!" he yelled and ran down the hall. He got to the main lobby and saw Master waiting for him.
"Could you lift this box for me and bring it outside?" he asked. 'I'm a bit too old, you know, and I can't carry it myself."
Pinneapple picked up the box and followed Master out the door, Master talking the whole way. "This is one of the luggage boxes to go on our little trip. The rest of them are in that spare room. Do you think you could bring them out for me?"
"Sure!" Pinneapple rushed back inside, happy to comply. But in the spare room, trouble was brewing....
Pinneapple first realized something was wrong when he smelled the smoke. The next clue was that the smoke detector had gone off, and was hurting his ears. Still, he was determined to get the boxes.
He went down the hall, and had to crouch low to keep out of the smoke. Finally, he was at the spare room. He peeked inside, and saw that his campfire had lighted the boxes, and now the whole room was crackling merrily! Worst of all, his marshmallows were still in there, and they were crackling merrily too!
He began to cry. He ran down the hall blindly, and into the lobby. He suddenly remembered his suitcase and grabbed for the nearest thing. He rushed out the door to find the Coroscant Fire Department had arrived. "Outta the way!" they called, and rushed inside. Pinneapple wiped his eyes and discovered that not only was he holding his suitcase, but also the waiting-room chair.
And there was Minervie! "Hi!" he called through the gathering crowd. There's always a crowd in front of a fire.
"How was your break?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later. But why is the Headquarters onn fire?"
"Um, I tried to make s'mores..."
"Okay, enough said. We'll have to stay in a hotel tonight."
(Author's Note: Suggestions are welcome!!!)