GOOD MORNING GAMERS! I'm actually starting to like this fanfic, which is a rarity. So yey I guess.

The like, four of you that have read this have been really nice, so here's yall's shoutouts! (As promised)

lionkingfactsguy3, "Oh this will be so fun to read" thank you! I hope it will be, I'm trying to actually make a funny fanfiction for like the first time ever. Wish me luck!

DisneyJedi19, "This story is just too cute! Please continue, I would absolutely love more chapters" Awe, thank you so much! I really liked this when I first started writing it, it is very cute. And don't worry, there's lots more in the works! ;)

Guest...person, (sorry idk your name), "Thank you, this idea is not stupid and there are not enough fics where Anakin gets de-aged" thanks! I'm glad to be one of few.

JimmyPenguin421 "That was HILARIOUS! Oh, boy… how are they going to fix this? How did it even happen?

Is "shabla" kind of like "kriff"" Thank you so much for thinking this is funny! I'll write some more stuff about how exactly the clones managed to do this lol. Shab means 'damn' in English, basically, and shabla means damn describing a thing, (if that makes sense). So kinda like kriff?

Another Guest: "Hey this is really good but can you maybe have Anakin go looking for his mom? I don't want to be bossy but I do really like this fic" I will try to fit that in if I can, yes! :)

cullenLaly, "this is so cute, i love your story" Thank you so much! 3

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Obi-Wan sighed, preparing himself for a train wreck of a Council meeting. The lift ride was way too short to properly prepare, but that didn't stop him from trying.

"Umm….hello there. I am Obi-no, no wait they know who I am, that won't do. Kids am I right? No. You know Anakin? Oh yeah he's little now. No, no, that's not right…."

If anyone could've seen him, a frantic mess pacing in the small lift and talking to himself, they would've immediately deemed him mad. Which perhaps he was.

"That guy, you might-no, um….Anakin...there, um...he's five. Like right now. It's a problem. No, that's won't-Uh hey-"

The lift door opened, and the ginger man was face to face with Mace Windu.

"Hey, er, Master. Is the council ready?"

He nodded with slight confusion on his face. "Yes, Obi-Wan. We will see you now...are you okay?"

He straightened his robes. "Yes, of course, never better."

They glared at each other in silence for a few moments, before finally walking to the council chambers.

The blast door hissed open, and Mace Windu took his seat as Obi-Wan bowed.

"Here before us, why are you, Obi-Wan?" Yoda inquired, and almost on cue nearly everyone leaned forward with their fingers together and elbows on their knees. The man was just now realizing how silly it looked, (suddenly he was understanding why Ahsoka and Anakin would always have to suppress their giggles in council meetings), but he tired to keep a proper composure.

"Well, um," He started. "AnAkiN-" His voice cracked and he rubbed his neck. "Delightful wEather." He coughed into his fist, spitting out the words, "aNAkin's five,"

Silence filled the room and the confused people glanced at each other, the man blushed. "Er-I mean, Skywalker was with his men on Kamino, and there was an….accident."

"What kind of accident?"

"Well, some of the technology there, somehow, de-aged him...and, well, he's now, sorta five years old."

Mace frowned. "If this is a joke it's not funny, Kenobi."

"No, no, no! It's not, I promise!" He said, flustered. "Hang on."

He pressed a few buttons on his com, clearing his throat and giving the masters what was supposed to be convincing smiles. "Ahsoka?"

"Huh?" She asked, and you could hear crashing in the background. "Anakin Skywalker-!"

"Can you put Anakin on, please?" He asked, trying to hold onto the little dignity he had left.

"Kriff you, that's why!" She yelled into the com, and hung up on him just as Anakin's small voice in the background was yelling at her to be nice.

"Hehe." He laughed nervously. "Kids these days, ya know?"

…

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Obi-Wan roared, storming into the trashed kitchen.

Anakin grinned, wiping cake off his face. "Ahsoka was teaching me how to make cake!" He has bits of dough in his sandy colored hair, which, with his face was covered in a layer of flour.

Hearing her name she spun around, bits of cake flying from her lekku. "Oh hey, Obi-Wan!" She called cheerfully. She ruffled his hair and he giggled.

"Ahsoka Tano we are trying to bring him back! All your doing is-is this!"

Ahsoka frowned. "The kid's having fun. Right, Ani?"

He nodded. "You don't have to be such a meanie."

"You should listen to 'im, he has some good points."

Obi-Wan scoffed. "Okay, Listen. I talked, (ish), to the council. They want to see Anakin. Finish whatever the hell this is, and clean up."

She nodded. "Say bye Anakin!"

Anakin slowly raised a middle finger, and she pushed it down, hushing him when he asked what she was doing.

"No, that's for Windu!" Obi-Wan heard her scold as he walked away, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Awe, it's fine. Wanna add icing?"

"Yeah!"