(Or "Sith Happens!")
"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER, ADOBE WAN KENOBI, TOM LANDDRIVER, R2-Boy2 AND C3-Peab-0 HAD ALL PILED INTO HAM SOLO AND CHEWINKLE'S SHIP, THE TRICENTENNIAL MOOSE! NOW, THEY WERE SOMEWHERE IN SPACE, EN ROUTE TO PLANET ALL-DA-WRONG, PASSING THE TIME IN VARIOUS WAYS..."
"Hmm…" C3-Peab-0 examined the space chess table that he and Chewinkle were seated at. "How about….here…" he moved his piece to a certain position, knocking out a number of Chewie's pieces. "King me!"
"CHEWINKLE DID NOT TAKE THIS KINDLY, HE IMMEDIATELY PROCEEDED TO STRANGLE THE DOG DROID."
(*squeaky toy noise*)
"AAK--" C3-Peab-0 exclaimed. "IM' SORRY! YOU WIN! YOU WIN!!"
"MEANWHILE OVER AT THE CONTROL PANEL, ADOBE WAN CONVERSES WITH HAM."
"So, is this a fast ship?" Adobe inquired.
"Of course it is old man!" Ham chuckled, patting the dashboard. "This baby can make the Kessel Run in zero to one million parsecs!"
"Really..." Adobe wan sarcastically replied. "Pretty sure that's duct tape holdin' the steering wheel together."
"No it's not." Ham replied defensively.
"Lookin' good over there, Tom!" Adobe hollered.
"TOM LANDDRIVER CURRENTLY HAD A VISOR OVER HIS EYES AND WAS PRACTICING USING HIS LIGHTSABER ON A LASER-SHOOTING DROID.
"OW!" Tom exclaimed as the practice droid hit him on the behind. "Is this REALLY necessary?"
"Yes it is!" Adobe Wan called back. "Now keep your legs straight and your chin up!"
"Hey, we should be gettin' pretty close, we just passed up the Milky Way..." Ham spoke, driving the Moose past a long stream of milk coming from the udder of a massive spacecow.
"That is so weird…" Ham spoke, examining the horizon, driving the ship in a circle now.
"What, the space cow?" Adobe replied. "That's normal out here—her name is Bessie—"
"No, it's that All-da-wrong isn't here. It should be." Ham replied, still looking around the vast void of space.
"SUDDENLY, THE VIEW IN FRONT OF THE TRICENTENNIAL MOOSE GREW DARKENED."
"Say, who put that giant moon there?" Tom asked, now staring out the window as well.
"TOM WAS CORRECT, THEIR VISION WAS OBSTRUCTED BY SOMETHING LARGE AND SPHERICAL IN SHAPE. THE OTHERS SLOWLY GAZED UPWARD."
"That's no moon…." Adobe spoke, his facial features appearing as though he'd seen a ghost. "That's a Space Station…"
"Are you sure? I swear it's one…" Tom replied, scratching the top of his head.
"So, how're we gonna get in that thing?" Tom asked.
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Mission Improbable", OR "Your princess isn't in another Def Jam!"!"
