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Chapter 4, Cleaning
"I can't believe we have to clean all of the walls!" Wes moaned as they lugged a bucket each of an unknown solution back to the room.
"What is this stuff anyway?" Luke asked, looking in the bucket.
"Chemicals now move!" Han ordered the two corridor blockers (aka Luke and Wes).
"Hi, I came to help you guys," Hobbie said, suddenly appearing out of no where.
"Oh no," Han groaned, the room they were doing was very small, especially with the bed frame in it, which wouldn't fit through the door.
"That means yes," Hobbie decided, "it's sugar water by the way," Hobbie answered their question of what the solution was.
"Oh."
"Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning the wall!" Luke sang as they rubbed the water-y stuff onto the walls. "Don't know when we're gonna finish!"
"Shut up Luke," Han muttered angrily.
"But we're gonna do it anyway, cos we get money!"
"Really, Luke, shut up," Han ordered.
"Han tells me to shut up, but I know he doesn't mean it!"
"Luke! I mean it, sing another line and you will have no head!"
"I will have a head, cos Han's too slow to catch me!" Han chased Luke out of the room.
"How strange, I thought they loved each other," Wes commented as they ran off.
"Nah, Wes, that's Solo and Luke's sister," Hobbie reminded him.
"Oh! yeah, I get the two of them mixed up."
"Like Communism and Television?"
"Am I the only one who does that?" Wes asked, amazed.
"'Fraid so."
"Really? I'm special."
"No, Wes, the word is insane, got it?"
"Right, Luke is dead, don't worry about him," Han informed them all as he re-entered the room. The two others in the room gasped.
"Luke!" They cried as the sandy haired wonder walked into the room. "You're alive!"
"So is the Emperor, what's the big deal?" Luke asked, "Han killed me but this place makes you come back to life."
"Don't sing Lukie, you'll make Hanny-boy mad again," Wes warned Luke.
"Don't call me Lukie!"
"Don't call me Hanny-boy!"
"Hanny-boy? Sounds cute, you should keep it Han," Leia said, coming into the room and avoided a bucket.
"Is that saying you think I'm cute, Leia?" Han asked her with a wink, climbing up the step-ladder to reach the top of the wall.
"No," Leia snapped back.
"That means she does," Wes said in an audible whisper.
"I do not!" Leia defended herself.
"Leia and Han, sitting in a tree, doing what they should not be! First comes love, then comes-" Hobbie, Luke and Wes sang.
"Do you lot ever shut up?" Han cut across them exasperatedly. Leia rolled her eyes and left again.
"How many more people do you reckon will come and help us?" Luke wondered aloud as they carried on washing the walls, "we have to rinse it after we've washed it, remember."
"Blah, blah, blah, Lukie," Wes said and they all gave him a look.
"What the hell are you on about?" Han asked him.
"I'm just saying that what the can says is basically 'blah, blah, blah', and Lukie was going 'blah, blah, blah' to me as well, so really, I was saying 'blah, blah, blah' for two reasons!"
"Insane!" Hobbie concluded after a moment's stunned silence.
"True," Han agreed.
"What?" Luke asked as he had missed the whole thing and had just been copying what the other two were doing.
"Are we done yet?" Luke whined after an hour of cleaning.
"Yes, go and get a bucket of clean water, Luke," Han ordered him, Luke hurried off, carrying the very full buckets.
"Since when did you become the leader of this little group, Han Solo?" Wes questioned him.
"Since now," Han snapped back.
"Yes, sir."
"Right, so how do we go about this rinsing business?" Han asked when Luke got back, "do we just rub a layer of water on, or do we have to wash the walls down again and get all the bubbles off?"
"I say we just start painting now and just forget about it," Wes said, wanting the easy way so he could get his money quicker.
"Tough, this is what the bottle says we have to do, so that's what we're doing," Hobbie told him.
"Blah, blah, blah. So what?"
"So we do it," Hobbie snarled.
"I'll cry," Wes warned him.
"See if I care," Hobbie replied, turning his back on Wes.
"I won't be your friend."
"I never wanted to be your friend," Hobbie came back with.
"Wes, don't cry and be Hobby's friend, Hobbie, stop being mean to Wes," Han sorted out the argument immediately as he plunged his sponge into the bucket. "otherwise you both get a wet sponge in the face."
"See if I care," both of them sulked. A wet sponge hit them both in the face as Han and Luke hurled them.
"Get rinsing," Han ordered them.
Instead they had a sponge fight.
"I'm wet now!" Luke moaned, pulling on his soaking t-shirt.
"You started it!" Wes accused him.
"No I didn't!"
"You threw the first sponge!" Hobbie joined in.
"Actually," Han put in, "it was you two acting like five year olds."
"What do you mean 'acting'?" Wes asked angrily.
"So you mean you are five?" Han asked in surprise.
"Sorry, that came out wrong," Wes excused it, "I'll try again. What do you mean 'acting like a five year old'!"
"That's better," Luke praised Wes's second question/answer type thing.
"Thought so," Wes smiled. "Now, shall we carry on and claim our money?"
"It's all about the money to you, isn't it Wes," Han said, shaking his head.
"You can talk Solo," Wes pointed out.
"True. Let's hurry this job along, I'm getting bored." A space-wasp suddenly flew in through the window.
"Arrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh! A space-wasp!" Wes, Hobbie and Luke all screamed, "kill it Han! Kill it! Kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it! Kill, kill, kill, kill!"
"It's just a space-wasp," Han pointed out as it landed on his head, Han swiped at it and it stung him. "Ow! Damn wasp! I'll get you for that!" Han started took off his shoe and stalked the wasp around the room, waiting for it to land as the others jostled for space on the chair which they had all jumped onto.
"Kill it, Han!" Luke hissed as the wasp landed on the plastic-covered floor. Han whacked it. The chair people cheered.
"Hang on," Han warned as they started to get off the chair, "it's not dead yet!" Han carried on hitting it with his shoe until it was crushed into the carpet.
"Is it dead?" Wes whispered.
"No, it just moved!" Han announced and hit the smush again, "there, dead. Hey, cool, you can see its sting!"
"I don't want to see its sting, Han, just get it outta here," Luke ordered him. Han walked over to the window, the dead wasp sitting on his shoes. He tipped it out the window.
"Can we carry on now?" Han asked.
"Okay!" The other three answered brightly.
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