Chapter 3: Party Is Over
Everyone watched with their mouths rudely hanging open as Yoda jumped elegantly off the dinner table after he had finished his song.
"Sing well, I do," he mused with a satisfied smile on his face. "Opinions, I want to hear."
Everyone shifted uncomfortably and an eerie silence settled over the room.
Ears drooping slightly, Yoda questioned, "Like my singing, you do not?"
"Um..." The jedi stared guiltily at the tiled floor, not daring to meet Yoda's piercing eyes.
"Well?" Asked Yoda. He turned to face Anakin who was currently hiding behind his master. "Want to hear thoughts from Chosen One, I do."
All eyes in the room turned to focus on the young boy who had dropped the blow torch in horror during the song and had taken refuge behind his master.
"It was horri- I mean wonderful," lied Anakin, tightly gripping onto Obi-Wan's robes. "Yes, an extremely -cough, cough- great performance."
Yoda's face lit up and sighs of relief were heard throughout the room.
"Oh! Okay!" Yoda smiled gleefully. "Sing again, I will."
After hearing this, the guests immediately bolted off their chairs and scrambled to leave. Apparently, hearing the song once was enough for the jedi. Briskly gathering their belongings, they all rushed past a protesting Yoda and started heading toward the door of the apartment.
"Hehe... Well I guess we should all get going now. It was a wonderful party-"
"No! Still fortunes, we have," Yoda bawled, pointing at the pile of cookies in the middle of the table. "Finish this, we will."
All the jedi who had not had a cookie yet backed away fearfully. Huddled together in a corner of Obi-Wan's kitchen, they all eyed Yoda with apprehension.
"No, it's okay," they shouted.
"No! Eat this you will!"
"No we will not."
"Fortune you will get!" Shrieked Master Yoda, causing several windows to shatter.
Obi-Wan stepped forward to protest. "Please Master Yoda, these are my guests and-"
"No," the old master cried, stamping his feet like a little child. "Jedi master, I am. Get what I want, I will."
"You leave us with no choice," a jedi stated as she walked forward with her lightsaber.
"Do this, you can't!" Yoda shouted indignantly. "Jedi master, I am."
"No, I'm not intending to battle you Master Yoda."
The green jedi master blinked in confusion at the younger jedi before him.
"My strategy is... Run!"
Moving quickly, the jedi brought her lightsaber down on the cookies, sending them scattering across the room. In the process, she also sliced Obi-Wan's table into two even pieces.
"I think this party is over," she mumbled as she clicked off the lightsaber and ran for the door.
"No!" Yoda wailed, collapsing onto his knees. "My precious cookies. They're all gone... Noooooooo!"
Obi-Wan stared dumbfounded at his kitchen. Splintered pieces of wood, food, broken glasses and plates were littered all over the his once clean floor. He had only wanted a small quiet party with his closest friends and look at what it had turned out to be.
"Sorry Obi-Wan," a jedi said as he sped out the door.
"Yeah, it was either your kitchen or us."
"Have a happy birthday!" Added another.
"May all your wished come true."
"I hope you could buy a new table soon."
"Bye!" They all shouted and bolted out the apartment.
Obi-Wan stood in the middle of the room still staring in shock at what was once his table. Kneeling, he picked up a fragment and examined it sadly.
Forgetting that he was suppose to be chasing Obi-Wan with a blow torch, Anakin kneeled down beside the jedi and placed a placating hand on his master's shoulder.
"It's all right master," Anakin said gently. "Even though I normally work with machinery, I'm sure I would be able to fix your table."
Frowning, the boy picked up a piece of wood and examined it carefully.
"Now, where are the wires for this thing?"
"Ahhh!"
Crash!
Dropping the puzzling piece of wood behind, Anakin sprang to his feet in alarm. Following Obi-Wan, they both rushed outside to see all the other jedi sprawled on the floor. It appeared that they had all slipped on the fish heads and the numerous other foods littered all over the hallway.
Obi-Wan appeared completely horrified at the mess that laid in front of him.
"Uh, yeah, I forgot to mention the delivery people had a food fight out here," laughed Anakin nervously. "I guess we'll have to clean this up as well?"
To be continued...