Pinneapple felt he had only fallen asleep when there came a loud knock on the door of his cheap hotel room. "Pinneapple! Open up!" It was Minervie.

He put on a bathrobe, because he didn't want Minervie to see his Bunny Wabbit Pajamies. "Coming!"

Minervie looked at his robe when he opened the door. "This is no time for foolishness. You can't wear the robe outside."

"But I'm wearing my Pajamies!" Pinneapple protested.

"Then go change! I'll wait out here."

Ten minutes later, Pinneapple emerged, still wearing his Jedi robes. "They're the only clothes I own," he admitted.

"That's okay. The cape'll cover them."

Soon, they were back outside the Dressmaker's Shop. "I hope she didn't make me a dress on accident," Pinneapple said. "Can I wait outside?"

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a wimp."

Inside the shop, everything was different. Instead of being a wooden chair and a cardboard box, there was a cardboard chair and a wooden box. And the woman who came out wasn't wearing a turban, but a very tall, pointy blue hat, like the kind wizards wear. "I wonder if she's a wizard," Pinneapple thought.

"Here you go," Madam Moochy said, formally handing the cape to Pinneapple. It was shiny and soft, like it was made of a mixture of silk, velvet, and peat moss.

"Can I get a little privacy? I don't like changing in public," Pinneapple pouted.

"You're not changing. Just put the cape on over your clothes."

"But that'll be uncomfortable!"

"It's how you're supposed to wear it! Just put the cape on!!!" Minervie yelled.

He did. It fit perfectly, somehow, and went down to the floor so it hid his feet. There was even a hood, and when you buttoned a few well-hidden buttons, you could see nothing of his old robes.

"How's it fit so well? You're not a wizard, are you?"

Madam Moochy shook her head mysteriously. Minervie blew her top. "You're the worst Jedi I ever met! Do you even know how to use the Force?"

"What's the Force?" Pinneapple asked. Then, seeing the look of horror on Minervie's horrified face, he said, "Just kidding." He was kidding, but only partially. He knew the word sounded familiar, but why? Something to do with the ripening of bananas....

"Perfect," Minervie said, paid Madam Moochy, and dragged Pinneapple out.

Once back on the street, Pinneapple asked where they were going.

"Don't you remember? We're going to the Sith ship, for vacation! Geez, you have no memory."

"Oh, yeah. Hey, you said you would tell me about your day off."

"Fine," Minervie said, but she looked happy. "I went to the Jedi Temple, to report to Yoda. It was his idea for me to do it in the first place."

"Do what?"

"Spy on the Sith!!! Don't you remember?"

"Oh, yeah... um, no."

"Here's how it all began: There was an advertisement for a Sith receptionist in the newspaper. Yoda came up with a plan that I would apply, get the job, and then spy on the Sith! That way, if they ever made a move against the Jedi, I would know abd tell Yoda, and we would be prepared. Isn't that so smart?"

"Well, I don't know. It seems kind of devious to me."

"Of course it is! How do you think Good would win over Evil in the end?"

"I have no clue. Look, there's the Headquarters!"

Minervie turned. There, where the huge building used to be, was a pile of smoldering ashes. The firefighters had managed to put out the fire before it spread, but not before the whole place was burnt to the ground.

"I can't believe you did that," Minervie sighed.

"I know, I know. I'm really sorry. I can't do everything perfect, can I?"

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that! I think you did a wonderful job! If a Jedi had snuck over and set the place on fire, they would have been caught. But no one would suspect an attack from the inside!"

Pinneapple was bewildered. Was he being praised? Obviously burning things down was what you were supposed to do....

"Come on. Turn here."

"Where are we going?"

"PINNEAPPLE, I JUST TOLD YOU!!! TO OUR SHIP!!!" Minervie shouted in rage. You can hardly blame her.

"Sorry. But just think, if everyone in the galaxy was perfect, it would be very boring."

"True," Minervie admitted, calming down, "true."

A few minutes later, they were standing in the hangar, looking at a very small ship. Workers and pilots strode around, trying to look important, but really not doing anything.

Pinneapple was upset. "You said it would be so big, I would need a map," he pouted.

"Hey, this isn't the main ship," said a pilot as he passed by. Then, because he was bored, he stopped to talk. "This baby'll just take you up to the main ship, which is huge. Giganty-ic. Humongo-us. And the little lady's right, ya will need a map."

Minervie then got upset. "Have you been listening to our entire conversation? Go away!"

"Fine then." He dashed off to play hide-and-seek with his buddies.

"Well, I guess we better get inside."

The interior was just a whole bunch of seats, rather like a school bus. Pinneapple sat down in one towards the middle, and Minervie sat in the one across the aisle. Just then, Master came on.

"Hey, Pinneapple!" He said. He sat down in the seat in front of Pinneapple and stuck his nose over. "You saw the Headquarters burn down, didn't you?"

Pinneapple began to sweat. He realized this conversation would not turn out well. "Um, yes."

"Did you happen to see the culprit?"

"Hmmm.... No." Pinneapple hadn't actually seen himself do it. There wasn't a mirror around, and he never looked down at himself, so that tehcnically wasn't a lie.

"The Force is telling me it happened in that spare room. Weren't you around there?"

"There's that word again!" Pinneapple thought. But he said, "Yes, I was around there."

"Well, it was probably just that new janitor, Humphrey. I happen to know he smokes cigarettes when no one's watching. Smoking is such a horrible habit."

Minervie butted into the conversation. "Didn't you used to smoke?"

Master seemed aghast about the question. "Me? Why me of all people to ask? But, then again, I just might have, several years ago. Maybe." He then got tired of the conversation and went to sit in the very back seat.

Pinneapple was getting tired too. It had been an early morning, and it was still pretty early. He curled up in his small seat and fell asleep.

He was awakened hours later with a poke in the ribs. "Come on, wake up," Minervie urged. "You've been asleep the whole trip and we're almost there. You can see the ship!"

Pinneapple drowsily looked out the window to see a huge, huge, HUGE ship. It filled up his entire window, plus the next five in front and behind him, and they were hardly even close to it yet. As they neared, he could see more details, like windows, blasters, and other mechanical stuff that looked important but that he didn't know what they were.

Soon, they were right up close to the ship, and the driver drove the small ship into a hole in the side. It was the hangar.

"We are now offloading the ship," the driver said. Then, he paused, and said, "I think that's the right word."

Pinneapple and the others lined up in the aisle, then filed out of the ship.

Even the hangar was huge. Pinneapple gaped up at the high cieling.

"Pinneapple!" Master called. "Welcome to your vacation!"

(Author's Note: Thanks to all my reviewers! And arrow maker, I'll probably use your suggestion!!!)