"Wait..." Bob said. "What's that sound?"

"Yeah." Sana said.

'Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about

What's the deal with this pop life and when is it gonna fade out'

Gears started to whir about. Bob and Chewie stood heroically, ready to fight Lemonlime, but Sana stood up as well.

"Ah, Bob..." Lemonlime said. "So nice of you and your friends decided to drop in..."

'The thing you got to realize, what we doing is not a trend

We got the gift of melody, we gonna bring it 'til the end'

Lemonlime strode out, within a giant, mechanical robot with a long, extending arm. He laughed manically, and approached Bob.

"GET AWAY FROM THE GIRL, YOU—"

"HEY!" Bob exclaimed, dodging the movements of the robotic arm. "..this is a KID'S SHOW!!"

Lemonlime picked up Sana and tossed her to the side, completely knocking her out.

'It doesn't matter,

'Bout the car I drive or what I wear around my neck

All that matters,

Is that you recognize that its just about respect'

Lemonlime's giant mech lunged at Bob, but Bob immediately got out of the way, pressing a button on his comlink to Chewie.

"CHEWIE!" He exclaimed. "I NEED HELP!!"

Chewie growled back a response, then...ripped his dress off.

"AAAAAAAGH!!" A stormtrooper exclaimed.

"OH DEAR LUCAS—WHERE'S THE BLEACH?! I NEEED BLEACH FOR MY EYEBALLS!" Another stormtrooper exclaimed.

'It doesn't matter,

About the clothes I wear and where I go and why

All that matters,

Is that you get hyped 'cause we'll do it to you every time

(Come on now)'

Chewie initially thought of going into the same door as Bob—but that would be too predictable! Then, Chewie had an idea—he climbed up the stairs which led to the balcony of where Bob was.

"(*GLLLLLLBRAAAAAAWRGH!*)" Chewie exclaimed.

"CHEWIE!" Bob hollered.

The gourd Wookiee leapt from the balcony, landing right on Lemonlime's robot and weighing it down somewhat.

'Do you ever wonder why, this music gets you high?

It takes you on a ride, feel it when your body starts to rock

(your body starts to rock)

Baby you can't stop

(You can't stop),

And the music's all you got, come on now'

"GET OFF ME YOU BIG—" Lemonlime grumbled.

The robot arm picked up Chewie and flung him at the wall. But, the Wookiee immediately got back up and noticed a bow caster gun on the wall.

He picked it up, it felt right. It felt like that gun was practically made for him!

Chewie dashed into the battle, firing his gun and de-powering the robot arm.

"New gun, Chewie?" Bob asked. "I like it!"

'This must be, pop

Dirty pop, that you can't stop

I know you like this dirty pop

This must be, pop

Now, why you want to try to classify the type of thing we do

'Cause were just fine doin what we like, can we say the same for you

Tired of feelin all around me animosity

Just worry about trust cause I'ma get mine, people can't you see

It doesn't matter,

'Bout the car I drive or the ice around my neck

All that matters,

Is that you recognize that its just about respect (oh)

It doesn't matter,

About the clothes I wear or where I go and why

This must be, pop

Oh

Man I'm tired of singing

Dirty, dirty, dirty pop

Dirty pop

Do you ever wonder (echo)

Nsync'

Then, Bob noticed that there was a small wire sticking out from one of the ends of where the robot arm used to be. He grabbed it and began to pull it down.

"THE HELL YOU DOIN'?!" Lemonlime exclaimed.

"I'm good with this stuff, man," Bob said. "...you remember?"

'(Oh) do you ever wonder why

(every wonder why)

This music gets you high?

(Music gets you high)

It takes you on a ride, feel it when your body starts to rock

(When your body starts to rock)

Baby you can't stop

(Baby don't stop),

And the music's all you got, come on now

This must be

Do you ever wonder why, this music gets you high?'

"I'm nothing but a smuggler." Bob replied with a huge smirk on his face.

The robot crashed through the walls of the room and exploded, leaving a faint scent of lightly burnt lemon in the air. Chewie hugged Bob and the two of them laughed and cheered.

"Come on, bud." Bob said. "Let's get outta here."

————————

After the battle, Sana finally came out of her trance and pulled up her holo-phone. The image of who she was speaking to was tall, and hooded.

"Sorry, boss. The tomato got away and they took the jewel with them.." Sana said.

"Well, isn't that just...peachy..." A female-sounding voice said.

The figure ripped off the cloak to reveal none other than...

DARTH EMAULY.

"...do you happen to know how you have MONUMENTALLY SCREWED UP THIS WHOLE THING?!!" EMaulY exclaimed. "IF YOU EVER STEP OUT OF LINE LIKE THIS AND FALL IN LIVE WITH THE ENEMY—"

"Didn't you fall in love with—" Sana started.

"S-SHUT—JUST SHUT-SHUT UP!" EMaulY exclaimed, trying to stop Sana from making a valid point. "What I meant was—"

A droid suddenly beeped and rolled over to the Zabrak asparagus, whispering something in her ear. Sana tried to listen, but couldn't hear.

"Oh, great..." said EMaulY, gazing down at a small pink stick that the droid gave her.

"What?" Sana asked.

"Well, this droid right here has gathered some of my DNA for my yearly health screening, and it found my husband and I will have a, few, uh, permanent visitors..." EMaulY spoke. "...in other words, I'm pregnant."

"Oh...congratulations!" Sana exclaimed.

"No, no.." EMaulY said. "For my species, motherhood is horrible...I have to gain a ton of weight cause my species has up to twenty children in four months. It's A LIVIN' HELL!! I have to birth all these kids at once and my cravings are ABSOLUTE GARBAGE!!!"

"Oh...okay..." Sana said. "Well, I'll see you later!"

"Goodbye...I have to tell my Jedi husband the news." EMaulY said. "And, if I ever see you out of line—even though I'll have a gut the size of a exercise ball...I can still KICK YOUR BUTT!"

The hologram turned off. Sana gave a loud sigh.

"Sheesh." She said to herself. "Her hormones are off the Richter scale..."