The next morning, Pinneapple, Minervie, and Master were on the bottom level of the ship, in the hangar. Master was explaining the rules of the course. "You must stay together at all times, you must get to the top level by this evening, you must do this, you must do that, blah blah bladdity blah." At least, that's how it sounded to Pinneapple.
"On your mark, get set, go!" Master yelled. Pinneapple took off running,
"Wait!" Minervie called. "Pinneapple, this isn't a race! Come back!"
"Fine, then." Pinneapple said, and came back.
"The first thing we have to do is drive a ship to the Fourth Level. That shouldn't be too hard!"
"I don't know how to drive. Hey, where's Master?"
"He disappeared, using the Force. Now get in!"
They were standing by a small, fighter ship they would need to fly. Minervie opened the door, and Pinneapple scrambled into the back seat. Minervie sat in the driver's seat, and turned on the ignition. "Radio!" Pinneapple yelled. Minervie flipped it on, and Pinneapple reached up, turning it to a blaring loud noise.
He then reached into his pocket and drew out a bagel with salmon cream cheese, and ate his breakfast while Minervie flew the ship around the hangar, up the elevator shaft, around the kitchen, up the shaft, through the Butler's Rooms, up the shaft, over the swimming pool, up the shaft, and parked in the sitting room.
As soon as they got out of the ship, they heard a voice. "I was wondering when you would get here," it said in a sinister, Sithy way. Pinneapple was immeadiately scared.
A man got off of a nearby couch. He was dressed in a long, black cape, and had a red tattoed face. "Tattoo!" Pinneapple yelled.
"Oh, it's you," said Tattoo. "Well, I need to duel someone with a lightsaber."
"I don't know how. Master didn't teach me."
"I think he assumed you already knew how," Minervie said. "But the Jedi didn't even give you a lightsaber?"
"Yes, they did," Pinneapple held up the silver tube."But I thought it was just decoration."
Minervie sighed in exasperation. "I'll do it, then." She turned on her yellow lightsaber, and stood in the ready position. Tatoo turned on his red lightsaber and stood in the attack position. Pinneapple turned on his clear lightsaber and sat on the couch in the ready-to-watch-a-duel-through-a-clear-lightsaber position.
Minervie and Tattoo fought with gusto. "It's just like watching a movie," Pinneapple thought. "Or like reading a humor fanfic."
Soon, Tattoo screamed, "That's enough! You guys win. I was only allowed to fight for exactly seven and five hundred fourteen thousandths minutes, so you wouldn't get killed."
"Ah," said Minervie. She and Tattoo shook hands, and Tattoo went and sat down on the couch again, thoroughly exhausted. Pinnapple clapped his hands and made audience-like noises. "Good job! Good job!"
He and Minervie got back in the ship, and went up the elevator shaft, coming to the level with all the offices. They parked right outside the door, and Pinneapple was about to open it. "Wait," said Minervie. "I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Come on," said Pinneapple. "I wanna go to the Halloween party." He was ready for it, too: he was wearing that orange pilot outfit that Luke wore (he had borrowed it from a Sith pilot), and was looking kind of goofy, because Minervie told him he had to wear the black cape over it.
He opened the door. There, in between the many desks, were stacks and stacks of mail to sort. As soon as he saw it, Pinneapple fainted.
When he came to, Minervie had already sorted most of the mail already. There was just half a stack left. Pinneapple picked up an envelope and said groggily, "Where does this one go?"
"If you hadn't have fainted, you would know," Minervie snapped. She pointed to a pile to Pinneapple's left.
Pinneapple was hurt. It wasn't his fault, he knew, for fainting. It was just something that happened to him quite a lot, rather like bed-wetting and sucking his thumb.
He helped a little more with the piles, until everything was sorted. "What time is it?" Pinneapple asked, when they were done.
"11:00 AM, Coroscant Central Time," Minervie answered. She had forgiven Pinneapple, because she knew that wimps were just naturally wimpy.
They got back in the ship, and up the elevator shaft.
By 6:30 CCT, Pinneapple and Minervie had completed the following levels: pass through a room of marshmallows without eating them (Minervie had to tie Pinneapple up), walk on a bridge over a tub of volcanic magma without falling over and being forced into a black breathing suit, dance a jig to the accordian without going mad, and several more strange, but Sith-worthy obsticles.
They were on the last level before the Halloween party. Pinneapple was so excited, he was both literally and figuratively shaking.
This one seemed very easy. All they had to do was transport a thermal detonator from one side of the level to the other, without it blowing up.
"I guess I'll have to do this by myself again," Minervie said. Suddenly, Pinneapple felt ashamed. Minervie had been doing everything for him the entire time, with hardly any help.
"No, that's okay. I'll do it without you."
Minervie looked at him. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked.
"Of course I am. You've done everything for me the entire time, with hardly any help."
This was probably the most noble thing Pinneapple had ever said, and probably the only thing he ever will.
"Well, if that's how you feel, I'll go wait on the other side, with the ship." She got into the ship, turned it on, and flew it until Pinneapple couldn't see her anymore.
"Oh, great. This was a bad idea." He picked up the thermal detonator carefully, and started walking. To make matters worse, it started raining. (Yes, it was raining inside. The entire room was made to look like it was outdoors, with fake grass and a picket fence running alongside a yellow dirt road.)
Ten minutes later, unbeknownst to Pinneapple, there was a little sign that said, "That way. Over there ---- " in green crayon. Which should tell you about Pinneapple's paying-attention skills, which is zero. He passed by that sign without a second glance (or even a first). He had also forgotten about the thermal detonator inside his pocket.
He met up with Minervie at the end. "Did you do it?" she asked.
"Of course I did," said Pinneapple, who had no idea what she was talking about. Together, leaving the ship, they got on the elevator and went up to the party.
"Hey! There you are, Pinneapple! I knew you would make it," yelled Master when he saw them. He was dressed as a ballerina in a sparkly purple tutu. "Here, have a bite to eat. As a special surprise, we are all going on a star-seeing trip!"
He meant, of course, that they would all go on a ship and go looking at the nearby stars, something everyone had been wanting to do since they arrived several days ago.
Pinneapple went over to the food table, and grabbed some cookies with orange icing and sprinkles on top. He shoved them into his mouth, and then followed the many pilots and Sith over to a door. Master opened the door, and there, attached to the ship, was the same bus that had carried them to the Vacation Ship in the first place. But, all the old brown bus-seats had been taken out, and replaced with comfy chairs and couches. Somebody had even gone down to Pinneapple's room and got his speacial waiting-room chair for him, the one that survived the fire.
Pinneapple was last in line to get in, so he was waiting for a while. Suddenly, he thought he heard ticking, comeing from inside his pocket. He reached in, and pulled out the thermal detonator that he had forgotten about, which was now mysteriously ticking. "Well, I can't bring this," he said, and went back and put it on the food table. He then got onto the bus and sat in his chair in the front.
As soon as the bus pulled away from the ship, Pinneapple saw a star. "Look! A star!" he pointed out.
A pilot in the back yelled, "Well, aren't you observant."
"Well, aren't you absorbent," Pinneapple countered.
Their argument was interrupted by a very large BOOM.
(Author's Note: Yup, the story's almost over. One more chapter. Oh, and thanks for the ideas!)