Back at the Nubian huddle...
All right, we still have a minute and a half to go, and we're down by two points. Two points..." Mace was suddenly interupted by the Jedi, who were doing a slow-motion high five. "Jar Jar you do a button-hook again. Padme, you go long." he finished.
"No! Come on! Don't make me go long. Use me. They never cover me." Padme protested, fed up of being told to go long.
"Honey, there's a reason." Mace pointed out.
"God, I'm not lame, okay. I can do something. I can throw, would you let me throw, come on this is my game too." she insisted.
"Come on Mace, let her throw the ball." Jar Jar added and Mace sighed.
"All right Padme, you sweep behind, I'll pitch it to you, you throw it down field to Jar Jar. All right. Break."
"Thank you! Break!" Padme called.
"Thirty-two! Seventy-one! Hike!" Mace yelled.
Jar Jar snapped the ball to Mace who pitched it to Padme.
"One-Mississippi! Two-Mississippi! Three-Mississippi!" the Jedi chanted.
They all rushed towards Padme who panicked and ran away. She ran out of the park and up along the fence, coming back into the park and running past Mace. As she got to Mace, she threw the ball at him and it hit him in the eye.
"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" she exclaimed.
"No! I'm not okay!" Mace snapped, holding his eye.
"I'm sorry, they were just all coming at me, and I didn't know what to do." Padme tried to explain.
"Thirty seconds left on the timer!" Anakin pointed out.
"Okay, okay, so we get to take that stupid droid thing home!" Obi-Wan announced.
However Mace was determined not to give in. "Come on! Come on! Hurry! We're running out of time! Huddle up!" he called.
"Okay. Oooh! Oh, this is our last huddle, yeah." Jar Jar asked with a slight hint of dissapointment in his voice.
"All right, Jar Jar get open. Padme, go long." Mace commanded.
"Okay." Padme agreed, but she was on the verge of tears.
"Break!" Mace called.
Jar Jar snaped the ball and Padme went long. Anakin and Obi-Wan jumped all over Jar Jar, leaving Padme wide open. Yoda started to rush Mace, who saw Jar Jar was double covered, and in desperation threw the ball to Padme. The ball flew through the air, as Padme ran underneath it. Everyone watched her in shock, then the ball, then Padme again, then the ball. Then with the grace of a swan, Padme caught the ball, and then stopped and spiked it. Both Jar Jar and Mace erupted in celebration.
"I got a touchdown! We did it!" Padme yelled triumphantly.
"Hey-hey-hey Padme, funny thing. Actually, the ah, end zone starts at that pole, so you're five feet short, so we win!" Obi-Wan pointed out.
"Wait-wait-wait-wait! So, explain something to messa though. If, if nobody tagged Padme, then isn't the play still going?"
There was a pause, then they all dived for the ball. Mace and Yoda grabbed it at the same time.
"Let go! Let go!" Mace cried.
"Let go! I'm a tiny little Jedi! Yoda replied.
"Guys! Guys! Come on! It's Thanksgiving, it's not important who wins or loses. The important thing is " he turned to Anakin "the Nubian girl picked me! Me! Not you! Naboo loves Obi-Wan! Thank you, Naboo! Good night!"
"Ow!" Mace exclaimed as Yoda hit him with his stick.