When the group of Sith and pilots exited the hangar, they were met by a wonderous sight. It was an elevator, the kind that was made of glass that you can see out of. It was big enough for everyone to fit inside, plus more room. It was operated by a man in a black suit, who introduced himself as Butler Jones.
"First floor, please!" Master called.
Butler Jones pressed the 1 button, and the elevator slowly went down. As it went, everyone could see the many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many levels of the ship. It really had quite a few.
Finally, they were at the bottom floor. When the door opened, another man in a black suit was there. "Hello, my name is Butler Smith. I will be bringing you on the tour of our gigantical ship. Feel free to stop at any time, the tour shall take exactly one hundred and fouteen hours and thirty-two minutes."
"Wow," Pinnapple said. That's a long time."
"Don't interrupt," Butler Smith said severly.
"But you weren't talking!" Pinneapple protested.
"LA LA LA LA!!! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"
The tour started. Here is a short version of it:
Level One: The Kitchen. Pinneapple logged that into his permanent memory.
Level Two: Butlers' rooms. There are exactly three hundred and nineteen butlers, according to Butler Smith.
Level Three: The Bowling Alley/ Swimming pool. One of the pilots fell into the pool, and had to be fished out with a large net.
Level Four: The Sitting Rooms. Otherwise known as the parlor, for guests. Pinneapple was specifically forbidden to enter.
Level Five: The Offices. Where Master works when he's on vacation, and is rarely used.
The list goes on. Actually, Pinneapple got tired when they came to the fifth floor, so he dropped out. First, he was given a map from Butler Smith. It was twenty sheets of paper stapled together, with several floors represented on each page.
The Bedrooms were on the Fourteenth Level. Pinneapple took the elevator up, until he came to a hallway on Level Fourteen. It branched off in two ways, and he took the left way. It branched off again, and he took the right way. Then the left, then the right, then the right again, until he came to the place where his room should be. It wasn't there.
He stared hard at the map. It showed a very clear diagram, with arrows pointing the direction he should go. He looked around, and saw only doors for the pilots. They all had weird names, too: George, Larry, and Michael. What's with that? The only normal names were like this: Shmi, Corde, or Han. Or Muffin, Pinneapple, or Steak. It's that simple.
Pinneapple leaned against the wall in despair. He was lost in a swirling world of hallways, with too many to count, all taunting him to find his room.... Pinneapple has a very vivid imagination.
Hours later, he was still leaning against the wall. He couldn't think of anything else to do, and he was lost. Luckily, help was on the way! A pilot was walking down the hall to his room, and saw him sitting there.
"Eh! You're not a pilot, are you?" he asked.
Pinneapple looked up in surprise. "No, I'm lost."
"Oh, let me help you. My name is Larry."
"My name is Pinneapple," said Pinneapple.
"I know," Larry said.
"How do you know? Everyone always KNOWS!!!"
"I've just heard of you, that's all. Now, let me see your map."
Pinneapple gave it to him. Larry stared thoughtfully at it a moment, and said, "You've been reading it upside down. That's the problem."
Pinneapple had never felt so stupid. Well, except for the time he had thought his little sister Mango was a dog, and the time he had accidentally flooded the Jedi Temple....
"Come on. I'll take you back to your room."
They walked through the halls, going right, right, left, right, left. Soon, they were back in front of the elevator again.
"I have an idea!" Larry yelled suddenly. "This will keep you from ever getting lost again." He took out a large black marker, and began drawing on the carpet. He made an arrow pointing to the right, then drew a line going all the way down the hall, then an arrow to the left, then right, then left, then left. Soon, they were in front of the door that said, "PINNEAPPLE DELIGHT" in big letters. Larry drew a huge star on the door.
"That will make it a whole lot easier. Well, I'll see you around!" With that, Larry left.
Pinneapple opened the door to reveal his room. It looked, in fact, almost exactly like the hotel room he had stayed in the night before. There was a bed, a TV, a desk, a conjoined bathroom, and the same little window with a heater underneath. But outside of the window, instead of Coroscant, were stars.
Pinneapple's suitcase and the Waiting Room Chair were sitting on the bed. Pinneapple was glad for the chair. It had fond memories attached, and he often talked to it like it was an old friend.
He unpacked his stuff, shoving it all in the dresser in the corner of the room. He was surprised to find he was hungry. He decided to go down to the kitchen and get something to eat.
Outside in the hall, Pinneapple simply followed the lines and went in the opposite direction as the arrows. It was very easy, he was at the elevator in minutes. He pressed the 1 button, feeling very grown up.
At Level Five, the elevator stopped, and on got Master.
"Well, hello there Pinneapple! How's it going? Do you like your room?"
"Oh, yes, I love it! But I'm hungry. I'm going to the kitchen to find something to eat."
"Good, idea, Pinneapple my lad, to eat when you're hungry. You don't want to starve!"
Pinneapple wondered at how cheerful Master was acting.
"Oh, yes, I have a job for you, when you've finished eating. There's a mail shoot on the very top floor, would you mind getting the mail? Just bring it down to my office on Level Five. And, oh, sort it into seperate piles for bills, advertisements, and letters. I would really like it."
He got off the elevator, on Level Three, before Pinneapple could say anything.
Down in the kitchens, it was mass pandemonium. It seemed almost everyone had wanted to eat at the same time, and were all crowded together in the small space of the dining area.
Luckily, Pinneapple had a fantastic idea just then. He decided to just go into the kitchen and fix himself a sandwich, without bothering anyone else. He did it all the time at home.
He slipped through the swinging doors of the kitchen and looked around for a refrigerator. In the back, it seemed to be full of friges, so he went straight there. But on the way, he passed by a whole bunch of loaves of bread. "These'll do," he said. he grabbed two, and looked around for peanut butter. There wasn't any, but there was a dish of Mixed Nuts, so he grabbed a handful of those. There wasn't any jelly, either, so he found a pitcher of grape juice. He suddenly discovered he couldn't carry it all at once, so he took a mixing bowl that was only half full of flour. He dumped the stuff inside and left the kitchen, meaning to make his meal up in his room where it was less crowded.
Pinneapple was humming a happy song, and he didn't hear the cry that rose up, "Where are those nuts?" "Where did the grape juice get to?" "I can't find my mixing bowl!" "I'm missing two loaves of bread!"
(Author's Note: Thanks, reviewers! And to M.D.I.K., I can make Star Wars funny if I want to!!! And to Michele: I'm glad you found it!!! And I wouldn't dream of stopping it!!!)