Back in the park, they had all returned to play the second half of the game.
"Okay, where get that, did you!" Yoda exclaimed to Mace.
"When Plo-Kloon and Eeth Koth flew you to the medical centre to get your nose fixed, I swam into the lake and fished it out."
"Mine, the cup is!" Yoda announced.
"No it's not! You want it, you're gonna have to win it!" Mace said, holding it above his head, away from Yoda's reach.
"All right, so are we not having dinner at all?" Padme asked curiously.
"Come on Jar Jar, let's go! Come on, it's time to get serious, huddle up. Anakin, keep your head in the game." Mace ordered.
"It's hard, y'know, Obi-Wan's huddle is closer to Nubian girl." Anakin moaned.
"All right look, if I take Obi-Wan out of the running will you be able to focus?" Mace suggested.
"What are you gonna do?" Anakin asked, slightly worried.
"All right, you just make sure that Obi-Wan catches the ball, I'll take care of the rest." Mace said.
"Okay." Anakin agreed, wondering what torture he was about to put his former Master through.
"Break!" Mace barked.
"Here you go!" Anakin said, throwing the ball to Obi-Wan.
"Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan!" Yoda called.
Obi-Wan caught the ball and started to run upfield. As he passed Sabe he was distracted for a moment.
"Hi!" he said. Just as he was running infront of her, Mace caught up and tackled him.
"Whoa! Whoa! Tackled by a Jedi Master! Bet ya don't see that everyday, do ya?" he said to Sabe who just laughed.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What's with the tackling?" Yoda demanded.
"What! I just touched him and he went over." Mace protested innocently, but Yoda wasn't fooled.
"Okay, wanna play rough you do. Well we can play rough too." he said and the two glared at each other as Anakin yelled "Let's get ready to r-r-r-rum-ble!"
Mace threw the ball over Obi-Wan's head to Anakin who caught it for a touchdown, and started to dance in celebration. Obi-Wan then tackled him, and started to dance in celebration instead.
Then Mace ran upfield and stoped, waiting for a pass. Yoda ran over and pulled his pants down, stepped in front of him and intercepted the pass.
Obi-Wan threw a pass to Yoda, who caught it. Jar Jar started screaming and ran up to him trying to tackle him. But all he ended up doing was running around his waist and screaming.
Yoda hiked the ball to Obi-Wan whilst Padme was just standing deep in the end zone, playing with her gum. Something hit her on the head and she looked up to see where it came from.
Mace handed the ball off to Jar Jar, who ran up field and delivered a fore-arm shiver to Obi-Wan, knocking him over and scoring the touchdown.
"I love this game!" Jar Jar cried.
Yoda walked up to Padme who was eating a baguette.
"Hey, where'd you get that?" he asked.
"I went really long." she replied before taking another bite.
"Forty-two to twenty-one! Like the turkey, Yoda is done!" Mace taunted.
"No surprise that your winning, it is, pick first, you did, so got the better team, you did." Yoda moaned
"You're so pathetic! Why can't you just accept it, we're winning because I'm better than you." Mace replied
Yoda just responded with a 'yeah right' sound.
"Oh, what a great argument, exhaling! All right, y'know what, I'll prove it to you, okay. I'll trade you Anakin for Padme, and I'll still win the game."
"What! The guys against the girls? Ridiculous that is Mace, because only down by three touchdowns, I am."
"Oh, then bring it on! Oh, unless of course your afraid you might lose to a bunch of Nubians!"
"Fine, fine, Padme with Mace, you are, Anakin you're with me."
"I can not believe your trading me!" Padme moaned, but she swapped sides anyway.
"Come on Padme, come on. Let's see what's it like to be on a winning team for a change." Mace comforted.
"Are you gonna let me play?" Padme asked hopefully.
"All right then." Mace agreed.