(Author's Note: Sorry it took so long. I've been really busy lately.)

Pinneapple had just finished making his sandwich and was sitting down to eat it, when there was a knock on the door.

He opened it up, and there stood--- Minervie. Along with a whole bunch of pilots and a man dressed up as a lobster.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?" he asked. "This is my room, you know."

"We followed the arrows that are on the floor, and came to here. What is the meaning of this?" asked a pilot.

"It's so that I don't get lost. Do you have a problem with me getting lost? I could just sleep out in the hall, you know. Or I could sleep in the swimming pool, or in the kitchen.... There's a whole bunch of choices for me to sleep in, but I choose here. In my bedroom. Do you have a problem with my bedroom?"

"No, no, of course not," said the lobster in a high, squeaky voice. "We'll leave now."

Pinneapple closed the door, only to have it knocked upon again. "HEY!!!" he yelled as he opened it.

It was Minervie. "You didn't let me in the first time. I'm just visiting, you know."

"Oh, come in. Sorry about that." Pinneapple sat back down, and picked up his sandwich. It wasn't actually a sandwich, though. It was a whole loaf of bread he had hollowed out, and filled with nuts and grape juice. It was dripping all over the floor.

"Want some?" he asked.

"Uh, no thank you. How in the world did you make that?"

"Sheer genius," Pinneapple answered happily.

"Right.... I was just checking on how you were settling in."

"Fine, thank you." Pinneapple finished his sandwich and stood up. "I have to get the mail now. I'll see you later."

They both left the room, and got onto the elevator. Minervie got off at Level Thirteen, Shopping Malls, but Pinneapple continued to the very top.

It was very windy up there, for some reason. As soon as he got off the elevator, he was almost blown away. The room was very much filled with papers, and he had to step over them to get to the mail shoot at the other end.

When he got to it, he found it was empty. "Hey!!!" Pinneapple yelled. "Who took all my mail?"

The wind picked up, swirling all around him. One of the papers caught in the crook of his arm, and Pinneapple read it. This is what it said:

Sith Vacation Ship

Above Coruscant

Space, Universe

(Rush delivery)

It was the mail!!! Pinneapple suddenly realized that all those papers were part of the mail he had to bring downstairs. "Bothersome," he said. He grabbed a handfull as they flew by, and shoved them into his pockets. The wind died down a little, and he started kicking everything into a big pile. He pushed the pile over to the elevator.

When he pushed the button for the elevator to come back up, he noticed something new: a little switch labelled WIND. Pinneapple flicked the switch back down, and the wind stopped. "Ah," he said, pretending he had known it the whole time.

The elevator doors opened, and Pinneapple pushed the mail inside. But that wasn't all of it, he had to keep going back for more piles. Finally, he had gotten everything and stepped inside the elevator. To his horror, the mail went up to his waist!!!

"I'll drown!" he thought. He pressed the Level 5 button, and the elevator slowly moved down.

It stopped before it got to Level Five, though. At Level Eighteen the door opened, and a pilot tried to get on. But as soon as the door was opened all the way, the mail came flooding out. It littered the entire hall, and got into the Hair Salon. Pinneapple burst out crying from all his hard work. He grabbed a handfull of letters and rushe back into the elevator.

At Level Five, he got out and put the mail down on the nearest desk, of which there were fifty. Then, he suddenly remembered he had to sort them.

There were lots of advertisements. He looked through some about expensive chairs, large pianos, jealous pools, waterproof watches, and rings from Sar On Jewelry. Finally, he found one he liked: It was pink words on a black background, saying, "Pink is the new black."

Pinneapple looked down at his black cape. "If pink is the new black, then why don't we get pink capes?" he asked. No one answered, probably beause he was alone in the room.

The rest of the mail was bills, except for one thing: an old copy of The Coruscant Daily. Pinneapple began to read it, and found something, to his surprise, that he recognized:

Wanted: A Sith Apprentice

This job entails:

-Making lightening pop out of your hands

-Fighting Jedis with shiny sticks

-Wearing a black and pink cape

-Riding on small motorcycles

-Hanging out with an evil dude

-Getting a tattoo and/or large black mask

-Great Halloween Parties!!!

"Hey!" he said. "We haven't done any of this stuff yet! Wait a minute..." There, in plain black, white, and rainbow, it said "Wearing a black and pink cape"!

The elevator opened, and out came Master. "I see you got the mail," he said.

"Did you write this?" Pinneapple asked, holding up the paper.

"Yes, that's the one you replied to. Remember? And you got the job."

"How did you know that pink is the new black?" Pinneapple asked.

"I used the Force," Master replied.

"There's that word again," thought Pinneapple. "Why does it seem so important?"

"I came to tell you something," Master continued. "There is a test you have to take, to prove you will be a good Sith."

"Is this the kind of test that you need a Number Two Pencil and fill in the bubbles?"

"No, it's kind of like an obstical course."

"COOL! COOL! COOL! COOL! COOL!!!" Pinneapple screamed.

"Before you get excited, let me explain it: You start at the bottom level, and work your way up. On each level will be something you need to do: fight an alien, use force-lightening, lots of things. When you get to the top, you'll reach your ultimate goal: being part of the Sith and going to the Halloween party."

"COOL! COOL! COOL!"

"But since you probably won't be able to do it by yourself, Minervie will go with you. You'll need her help."

"So the Halloween party is at the top?"

"Yes. You have to go through the other levels to get there."

"Can I dress uo for the Halloween party?"

"Yes.... The Halloween party is not important! The levels are the important part!"

"Are you serving food at the Halloween party?"

"LEVELS! CONCENTRATE ON THE LEVELS!"

"Okay, whatever. Does it start now?"

"No, it starts tomorrow. You'll have all day to go through it."

"Okay. Whatever."

Master went back into the elevator, and Minervie got off it.

"Did you know you're doing an obsticle course with me?" Pinneapple asked.

"Yes, I did. Are you ready for it?"

"Yup. Are you dressing up for the Halloween party?"

"No, probably not. Why?"

"I am. I'm going as Luke Skywalker."

"But he hasn't been born yet! He doesn't even exist! No one knows who he is! Who's Luke Skywalker?"

"Whatever."

(Author's Note: Any ideas for the levels?)