Something in the Force
Chapter Two: Grody Yodi and Some Sodi
"I have an idea," the young man said slowly, after a long meditation. "Public bathrooms... where you get in for free... and you flush for free... but then you're locked in unless you pay a fee. You don't want to charge them for flushing because they'll never do it. They do, however, want to escape... escape their plots and pipples..."
Yoda furrowed his brow to prevent Luke's babbling from affecting his meditation. Something was seriously wrong with the Force and it felt like the very fabric of the universe was whipping like a wind-torn flag. Through deep concentration he was staying just above the chaos, keeping his mind intact.
Skywalker, however, had other ideas. "Plot, plot, plot, plot," he said, walking in a circle and squatting rhythmically around the small clearing in the swamp of Dagobah.
To his benefit, Yoda conceded, Luke was rapidly changing age at random intervals. Whatever was happening with the Force was breaking down time itself. That was concerning, but he let the fear pass and renewed his concentration.
Suddenly Luke jumped into the air and pointed all of his limbs in every direction, hovering in mid-air to do so. "LOOK!" he yelled.
There were Wookiees coming out of the woodwork.
"AaaaaaaAaaaAAAAaaannnggg," one of them said, and Luke nodded sagely.
"Yes, that is so," he agreed, and the 20-or-so intelligent furry beast-people nodded and grunted in reply.
One stepped up and picked up Yoda, tenderly placing the powerful Jedi Master on his head, and then the group walked off with a purpose.
Luke clapped, now a small boy. "HOTDOGS ARE GOOD WITH CREAM," he shouted, and ran off into the swamp.