A/N sorry for the wait, but I'm back now. For once, the thanks don't go only to those who review, but to my cousin's cat Percy, who wrote one of Padmé's lines for her. I think you'll be able to tell which one. And by the way, if anyone knows the name of a Jedi, Padawan, or innocent bystander who's a woman about eighteen or older, I'd appreciate it if you tell it to me. I'll pick the name I like best, if I get any by the time I write again, and if I don't, then you'll have to suffer with the stupid names I make up. Hope you like the story.

Qui-Gon sulked, while Obi-Wan smirked. His apprentice had figured out that all of the random stuff that had happened were his fault and made him promise not to do it at the circus. Now Qui-Gon was annoyed at Obi-Wan, because circuses were the best place for pranks. Especially if the people you're pulling the prank on are actually in the circus.

"Are we ready?" asked Padmé for the millionth time.

"Yes," chorused everyone else.

"Good."

"Mesa not ready," complained Jar Jar.

"And why not?"

"Because mesa gotten butterflies in mesa's tummy."

"You're just the lion, Jar Jar. Just go out onto the stage, roar, and make sure not to bite Dooku's head when he sticks it into your mouth."

"Does mesa have to?"

"Why do you want to bite my head?" asked Dooku. "I mean, doesn't it taste horrible? You would know, from all the practices."

They heard Qui-Gon arguing with a youngling in the audience about whether or not Jar Jar was really a lion.

"You're turn," said Padmé. Jar Jar, Dooku, and Yoda pushed their way into the tent, nearly knocking over Luke and Anakin, who were on unicycles.

"Hey," exclaimed Anakin, glaring at them. "I wish I'd already learned the Force-choke thingy."

"But it doesn't work."

"Well, Qui-Gon's outside, isn't he?"

"Actually," put in Leia, "Qui-Gon's inside, we're outside in the cold and the dark and the rain waiting for our turn to go act like morons in front of an audience."

"And that's why Anakin is living proof that a sane Jedi should never have kids," Obi-Wan commented, coming up behind them.

"And you're living proof why a sane Jedi should never agree to be a co-trapeze artist with the daughter of another insane Jedi."

"You know, before you insulted yourself, Anakin," commented Qui-Gon, returning from the ring while Jar Jar, Dooku, and Yoda preformed, "that was actually a good comeback."

"Really!"

Qui-Gon shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. That's for me to know and you to… not know. You're turn," he added to Chewbacca, jerking his thumb at the tent. Chewy nodded and exited, or rather, entered.

A bit more shouting floated towards them from the ring as the troublesome youngling caused more ruckus.

"Younglings," Padmé ordered.

"Padawans," they corrected.

"Whatevers," she answered. "Get out there and act cute. Do we have any more animal acts?"

Everyone shook their heads. "Okay," she said, "Qui-Gon, get back out there…"

"In there."

"Get back wherever and announce the next act."

"What is the next act?"

"Me,"

"Myself and I?"

"NO. Me, Leia, and your idiotic apprentice."

"Okay," Qui-Gon responded and exited.

"I just had a thought," announced Anakin.

"What a surprise. You can demonstrate your immense thinking abilities when you get into the0111111111"

Everyone started. "Where did that come from?" asked Han.

"A cat started writing your scrip," said an innocent bystander. "Technical difficulty, its all better now. What were you saying?"

"Well," said Anakin. "My thought was that I didn't know why Padmé and Leia switched jobs."

"Did we?" asked Leia.

But they never got to find out if they did or not, because just then, Padmé decided to give a rude comeback."

"0001011001001010120111111."

"Well, it sounded like computer jargon, until she started adding twos," commented Obi-Wan.

"034136.01413413.146310.34164.463416" retorted Padmé.

"Can you even have decimal points inside decimal points?" asked Anakin.

"Ask a mathematician," responded the innocent bystander.

"What if I don't want to?" demanded Anakin.

"Then you'll never know."

Before Anakin could retort, Qui-Gon exited the ring.

"Hey, you guys, I just announced you, what's up?" he demanded.

"Mother's talking in numbers," said Leia.

"Well, does she have to talk for the act?" asked Qui-Gon practically.

"Not really, but we're all kinda bothered that her script's being written by a cat!"

"Actually, the cat's not writing anymore," put in the innocent bystander. "I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Who're you?" demanded Qui-Gon.

"An innocent bystander," said the innocent bystander.

"We don't have any innocent bystanders," retorted Obi-Wan.

"Yes they do," considered Anakin. "They just all die."

"What about the people in the bar who you tell to go back to their drinks?"

"Okay, they all die or are traumatized for life."

"Well, considering the fact that you're in all of the movies…"

"What's a movie?"

"Never mind."

"No, I wanna know what a movie is!"

But they never found out what a movie was, because just then, they found out what the people in the ring had been doing during Qui-Gon's absence.

"Hello! Mesa Jar Jar Binks! Whosa are yousa?"

There was a chorus of responding shouts as everyone in the audience either started introducing themselves, or telling Jar Jar to get off the stage, which was odd, because they didn't have a stage.

"Better get back out there," Obi-Wan advised his master. Qui-Gon scowled at him but took his apprentice's advice.

"Who goes out after them?" Han asked. He had a point. Without Padmé being comprehension able, they had no idea what to do.

"Umm, the clowns, then you, then umm, who's left?" asked Obi-Wan.

"Then everybody else," said Leia.

"But who else is there?"

"Gollum and the innocent bystanders."

"Bystanders? Plural?"

A stampede of innocent bystanders answered Obi-Wan's query.

"Get out there," ordered Luke as Qui-Gon finished announcing them.

"16841645252854784754022452476576" retorted Padmé.

"Oh. Okay."

"Can you actually understand her?" asked Leia incredulously.

"Nope. But you'd better go, its your act."

His sister scowled at him, then exited with the rest of her act. A few minutes passed, then it was Luke and Anakin's turn. "I hope Padmé's okay," said the dead Jedi nervously.

"She's speaking gibberish, not falling off of an airplane onto a desert with a clone."

"Oh. She did that once."

"I know, Dad, you've only told me about a million times."

Still bickering, the two exited. Had shifted nervously. Qui-Gon wasn't coming back between acts anymore, and the mob of innocent bystanders was scary. Gollum was grinning evilly and trying to eat the ring off of the finger of one of the innocent bystanders, who was threatening him with Anakin's forgotten lightsaber.

Then Han heard his name and rushed out into the ring so fast that he tripped over the power line and everything went dark. A few innocent bystanders in the audience screamed, as the mob of innocent bystanders rushed out into the ring, trampling Han in the process.

Well, thought Han miserably. At least it was all part of the act.