Down in the park, they were all warming up for their game of Force-ball.
"Okay. Let's bring it in." Mace called.
"Wait no, honey, honey throw it to me, throw it to me." Padme called, so Yoda threw her the ball gently.
Padme knocked it to the floor, instead of catching it. "That almost hit me in the face." she snapped.
"All right, we have to pick captains." Anakin suggested.
"And then Tineals." Obi-Wan added.
"Okay, so how do wessa decide that?" Jar Jar asked.
"Well, why don't we just bunny up." Mace suggested, but Padme, Obi-Wan and Anakin just stared at him. "What?"
Mace and Yoda both held their hands above their head, making them into bunny ears. "Bunny!" they both yelled together.
"Okay, looks like Yoda and I are captains. Okay, so um, I bunnied first so that means I get to pick first. Anakin."
"Thank you." Anakin said, going to stand behind Mace.
"Mace, I'm one of your best friends!" Padme exclaimed, feeling hurt.
"Don't worry get picked, you will." Yoda soothed, then he chose Obi-Wan for his team.
"Yoda!" Padme cried.
"Jar Jar." Mace picked. Jar Jar kissed Padme on the cheek, before joining his team.
"See, now I pick you." Yoda pointed to Padme, but she was in a mood now.
"You don't pick me! You're stuck with me!" she huffed, going over to stand with him.
"Okay. All right. So let's see, play from the trash can, to the lightpost, we shall. Right. Two hand touch, kick off. we will." Yoda decided, and no one bothered to argue.
"All right people listen, I've got exactly twenty-eight minutes before I have to baste again." Mace announced.
"Wow! Just like in the pros." Obi-Wan couldn't help but comment.
"Huddle up." Mace ordered.
"All right, huddle up, right over here." Anakin said to his team.
"Wait for messa! Wait for messa! Wait for messa! Oh cool, this is messa's first huddle." Jar Jar said excitedly as he joined his team huddle.
"Okay."
"Okay, so what do youssa guys really think of Obi-Wan?" Jar Jar asked.
"Okay, Jar Jar you know what you're doing right?" Mace asked, suspiciously.
"Yeah." Jar Jar nodded, almost knocking Anakin out with his huge ears.
"Okay, Anakin's gonna catch it, and you and I are gonna block."
"What's block?" Jar Jar asked in confusion.
"Jar Jar, I thought you said you know what you're doing?"
" Messa thought youssa meant in life"
"Break." Mace announced, ignoring Jar Jar.
Back on the pitch Obi-Wan was getting ready to kick off. Yoda was holding the ball between his foot and finger.
"The ball is Beru. The ball is Beru." Obi-Wan told himself. However as he went to kick the ball he missed and kicked Yoda's foot instead.
"Oww! Son of a...! Ow! Come on!" Yoda cried.
"Sorry. I'm sorry. Y'know what, we're just gonna throw it." Obi-Wan suggested and Yoda looked relieved. So Obi-Wan threw the ball to kick off.
"I got it." Anakin said, catching the ball.
"Go! Go! Go!" Jar Jar yelled.
Anakin ran up the field, trampling over Yoda and scoring a touch down. Mace and Jar Jar jumped up and down, celebrating his score.
"Score! 7 to nothing!" Mace announced.
Padme ran over to Yoda who was just picking himself back up. "Are you okay?" she asked, handing him his stick.
"Come on, let's go!" Yoda said, hobbling off.
"Losers walk!" Mace taunted.
"Yeah, losers talk!" Yoda retaliated.
"No, no, no, actually losers rhyme." Obi-Wan joined in.