It had been a difficult battle. They had lost so many men. Anakin looked up at the ceiling from his bunk. He couldn't help any of them... Wasn't he supposed to be the Chosen One?

...

Ahsoka sighed. Her master had been upset since the last mission when it wasn't his fault at all! He even seemed to be more upset than the men... She didn't know what to do.

"Rexter!" she said, sensing him. She turned around happily. "I was just about to look for you!"

Rex looked surprised but nodded. "What do you need, Commander?"

"I'm off duty, Rexter. It's Ahsoka."

Rex nodded again.

"And I need your help cheering Skyguy up. He's been down since the last mission."

"Yeah," Rex sighed. "It was a hard one... But the General needs to be fully focused for the next mission."

Ahsoka nodded vigorously. "Yes, so he needs to be cheered up!"

"Any ideas?"

Ahsoka considered it. "Umm. No. I was hoping you had an idea."

"Well," Rex said, straightening, "It seems like a group vote is in order."

Ahsoka bounced up and down. 'Yes!"

They walked towards the barracks. When they arrived, Rex knocked on the door. "The Commander's entering."

That was necessary to avoid anyone who had just come from the fresher. As soon as the scurrying sounds ceased, they came in. Instantly, a call came: "Commanding officer on deck!"

Everyone who had been lounging on their bed jumped up to attention.

"At ease, men," Rex said firmly. "We have a problem. General Skywalker is still upset about the last mission and we need to cheer him up. Any ideas?"

Fives raised a hand, "I know what makes me happy, Rex. Girls and Food. What if we make him breakfast?"

Murmurs of consent were made around the room.

Rex turned to Ahsoka. "Does that sound good, Ahsoka?"

"Does what sound good?" Anakin's voice came from the doorway behind them. Everyone jumped.

"We were just discussing tactics, Master," Ahsoka said, jumping in. "Now, how about some training?"

Anakin seemed to perk up at that, but he still looked a tad suspicious.

"Ok, then. Let's go."

He walked out and Ahsoka gave Rex a wink before running out after him.

"So, men," Rex said, turning back to them, "How many of you can cook?"

There was silence. Then an awkward cough. Then more silence. Rex sighed. This was going to be a long morning.

...

Rex looked around the gally. A mess. Utter mess. They were all wearing aprons over there armour and they looked ridiculous. Clones wore armour, not aprons. Suddenly there was a yelp from one side of the gally.

"Fives!" Rex yelled surprised. "You're on fire!"

Fives was running around with toast in his hand, "Yes, Rex! I think I know that!"

"Quick! Someone PUT IT OUT!" Rex called, eyes wide.

"Got it!" Echo called, and quickly covered him in water. The fire was still burning, and now it was reaching his bodysuit!

Then Echo called, "Throw something at it!"

Then the room exploded as food from all corners quickly covered Fives. Finally, the fire was extinguished.

For a second, there was silence. Then Fives spoke. "Great, guys. I am covered in marshmallows and crackers. You've made me into a living S'more. And . . . what are you guys doing with marshmallows and crackers, anyway? We're supposed to be making breakfast?!"

Echo nodded seriously and everyone tried to keep from laughing. Fives' apron was now a black crisp, and he was soaking, with cracker crumbs stuck to his hair and marshmallows stuck to his face.

"Fives," Rex said, keeping his face dead serious, "I don't think you know how to cook."

Fives glared at him then took one look at himself and burst out laughing. Soon the room was laughter. Before they could fully stop laughing, Rex's comlink rang.

"Rex, how's it going?"

Echo was still rolling on the floor, laughing his head off.

"Um. It is going..."

He heard a sigh and could imagine Ahsoka rolling her eyes fondly.

"Hurry up, though. Skyguy won't be occupied for long."

Rex took one glance at the messed up galley.

"Ok, we'll hurry," he promised. He hung up and looked at the still covered Fives.

"Someone else should make the toast, I think. Echo, you're officially on toast."

Fives started to protest. "My toast was perfectly edible!" Then he looked down at said toast. It looked in worse shape than his apron did. "Ok, I see your point. I should probably go change." He started to leave.

"Hold up, soldier," Rex said blocking his way, "We can't chance General Skywalker seeing us. This is a maximum stealth mission. You are going NOWHERE."

"But Rex!" he protested. "I can't stay a S'more!"

A smile quirked Rex's mouth upwards. "Yes, yes you can."

The horror on Fives' face was comical. Then he walked over to a seat and grumpily sat down.

"I will be on bacon duty, let's continue,"

A chorus of 'Yes, Sir' met his ears.

He went to the refrigeration unit and dug in the back. There. The delicious meat was sitting at the back of the fridge. This was going to be easy.

He placed some oil on the pan. His brothers were watching him very closely. Then he threw in a delicious blend of spices and flipped the bacon in the pan. Easy. Now to wait until it was perfectly cooked.

Rex looked out around the gally.

"Echo, how's the toast going?"

Echo was hunched over the toaster, hopefully making something that was vaguely edible. He looked up briefly. "Great, Rex, it'll be a few more seconds, then it will be done."

He hunched back over the toaster and then stood up, proudly displaying his perfectly made toast.

"This, Brothers, is how you make toast."

Fives grunted in his chair as ooohs and ahhhs echoed around the room.

Rex grinned. Echo had bragging rights for at least a week after this.

"Well done, Echo. Now everyone make way for the toast."

Everyone carefully backed away as Echo carried his beautiful creation to the counter, safely out of the way of any accidents.

Then Fives yelped, "Rex! The bacon!"

Oh kriff. He whipped around to see the bacon twisting in the pan, slowly growing to double it's intended size.

Rex bolted over to the pan just in time for it to explode in his face.

There was silence in the gally. No one dared to laugh. Rex was covered in meaty pieces. His comlink chimed.

"Rexter, how's it going?"

Rex looked around the room as if daring them to say anything. "The toast is finished, but we didn't have any bacon."

Fives snickered lightly in his seat, and Rex turned a glare to him.

"Ok then. Master is busy so I'm coming to help you."

Rex's eyes widened and he looked frantically around the gally. Food literally covered the floor everywhere. Fives was still a S'more and he was a meaty mess.

"Really, Ahsoka, that's not necessary!"

"Ahhhh," Ahsoka said in a knowing voice, "You definitely need some help."

"No, no, we don't!"

"Can't heeeeear you, Rex, see you soon." She signed off.

"So," Echo said, his voice impressively natural despite talking to a Rex covered in meat, "We should probably clean up."

"Yes. We should."

Fives snickered again.

"But this is maximum stealth, Rex. You're going to have to stay here."

Rex scowled, he couldn't go back on his orders now.

"Let's get cleaning then."

A shocked voice said from the doorway, "What in the galaxy happened here?!"

Rex turned around to explain, and Ahsoka took one look at him and burst out laughing.

"R-Rex, y-you're covered in BACON!" She managed between giggles, "A-And Fives is-is a S'more!"

Rex narrowed his eyes at her. Fives was trying not to laugh, so hard, that his face was red.

"Ok, ok." Ahsoka said, taking a deep breath to stop herself from laughing, "I will make the pancakes. Since you guys-" she snickered again, "-couldn't make the toast and bacon."

"Um, I made PERFECT toast Ahsoka. PERFECT." Echo said gesturing to his creation.

Ahsoka grinned, "Ok then, you can help me make the pancakes."

"... So how do we make them?"

Ahsoka looked lost for a second then smiled confidently, "We'll use a recipe from the holonet of course."

Echo took out a datapad, "Of course."

...

Fives looked around at the mess in the gally. Rex and he had been banned from going anywhere near the utensils. He was a wet S'more now. Rex was a soggy meat pile. It was hilarious, except for the fact that everything was going well.

"See," Ahsoka said, "YOU two needed serious help."

She was flipping pancakes as Echo poured them onto the pan.

"Well...I think it went well, for the first time I cooked," Fives pointed out happily.

Ahsoka snickered lightly.

"Well, now you can see the two masters of cooking work," Echo said happily.

"Yup!" Ahsoka put the pancakes on the plate and walked to the counter. Then she tripped and fell.

The pancakes fell off the plate and landed on the floor. With a thunk. A large thunk. Like a HUGE THUNK.

Everyone stared at the pancake.

"Did that-?" Rex asked.

Ahsoka looked at it in bafflement, "I don't know."

Echo tenderly picked it up then dropped it. There was another THUNK.

"Huh," Ahsoka said, looking baffled.

Then, Fives bursts out laughing.

"B-Best cook!" He said between laughs, rolling on the floor.

Ahsoka glared at him, but she was giggling too.

Then the door opened. "Hey, Snips-"

Anakin stopped in the doorway and bursts out laughing.

"Wha-!?"

Everyone was frozen.

"We were just cleaning up..." Ahsoka started, "Um...Fives' mess!"

Fives looked up to her. "Oh, wait just one minute..."

"Yes." Rex pitched in. "Just cleaning."

Everyone in the room nodded and Fives just looked around in a huff.

"Well," Anakin chucked. "Thanks."

Ahsoka blinked. "For what?"

Anakin smiled. "For cheering me up."

Ahsoka grinned happily. "That's exactly what we set out to do!"

"But," Anakin said, WAY too cheerfully, "You still have to clean it up."

There was a groan from all around the room. Then Anakin left, still laughing to himself.

"Well," Ahsoka said into the quiet room, "It worked."

Fives glared at all of them, "Yes. AT MY EXPENSE."

Rex grinned. "Sorry, brother, but we accomplished the stealth mission."

That caught Fives attention. "Shower?" he said almost pleadingly.

Rex grinned. "Shower."

Fives jumped up and ran as fast as he could out of the room.

"Sooo..." Ahsoka shifted from foot to foot, "Who's going to clean up?"

The remaining troops froze.

"Well. Sir." Echo said, clearing his throat, "I...have...Places to be..."

A chorus of agreement went around.

"Wait a second!" Ahsoka said, crossing her arms," We-"

She was interrupted by Rex's comlink buzzing.

"Rex, I need all the men. We're leaving on a mission immediately."

Everyone brightened up at the prospect of NOT having to clean the horrible mess in the gally. Then: "But Ahsoka will be staying here."

Ahsoka's face fell into horror and she rapidly started to protest.

"But, Master-"

There was a chuckle from the comlink then Anakin said in his most master-ish voice.

"You are staying here, Ahsoka. So I suggest you start cleaning.

Ahsoka looked around the room, hoping for someone to help protest. There was a silence and Ahsoka humphed silently.

" Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine, Master."

Soon, everyone besides Rex and Ahsoka filled out of the gally.

Ahsoka looked around sadly, "I guess I should get started."

"Yeah," Rex said, looking around as well, "But don't feel too bad, you helped the General. That's what counts."

Ahsoka gave him a look. "You're only saying that because you don't have to clean up."

Rex smiled back, "I'm not. You did what you set out to do. So it's worth it."

Ahsoka nodded, pondering, then she lit up, "You're right! Thanks, Rex!"

"No problem, Ahsoka."

They smiled at each other for a second before Rex left to prepare the men. Then Ahsoka dug in the closet and pulled out a cleaning droid.

"Ha!" Ahsoka said pleased, to herself. "In your face, Master."

Then she sat back in a comfy chair, eating Echo's 'perfect' toast.

"Plan relaxing," She said, eyes closed happily, "Accomplished."

A/N I hope you enjoyed this ridiculous ficlet. It's crazy. It was requested by KarajeJinsta and edited by Cuthalian97. If you wanna see some more crazy ficlets that make no sense but are cute and fluffy, please request :) I'll do almost anything :)