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Disclaimer: I do not own the Wicked Witch of the West, or any lines associated with the Wizard of Oz.

Chapter 6

CUT! ACTION! IMPROV!

The group turned almost as one to see Mace Windu standing on the sidewalk, looking very... wrinkled. Yes, wrinkled. Meaning, his clothes were wrinkled, his non-existant hair was wrinkled(if hair can indeed be wrinkled) and his face was wrinkled into a frown.

He was frowning(and staring) at Small Random Padawan, who ducked behind Obi-Wan and wrapped his short little arms around his leg.

"Get off of me, squirt." Obi-Wan said absently, staring at his Key of Happiness. It made him, not surprisingly, feel happy.

"I shall get you, my pretty, and your little dog, too!" Mace said in a scary, high-pitched voice.

"HEY!" Shouted a female-sounding voice. Down from the air, sitting atop her broomstick, came the Wicked Witch of the West.

"That's my line, Baldy!"

"Who're you calling bald?" Mace said, covering his extremely bald head with his hands.

"You! Duh!"

"Oh yeah? Well...you're bald too!"

And with that he took the Witch's hat in his hand and pulled it off, revealing a white, bald skull.

The Witch's hair had been attatched to her hat all along! And the top of her head was white to boot!

"Wow..." Mace said, wide-eyed. He hadn't actually expected the Witch to be bald, he had just said that to make himself feel better. But being right about it made him feel powerful.

"Noooooooooo! I'm melting! Melting!" The Witch shrieked. The group of Jedi covered their ears.

"CUT!" Shouted someone with a not-so-deep-but-very-loud voice.

"That was horrible! Horrible!" Shouted Princess of Ithilien, storming onto the set.

"That's the worst load of cr- whoops. Gotta keep it rated for the kiddies." She flashed a grin towards the camera, then continued. "That was just awful! Do it better! And WHY didn't you dye the top of your head green? I specifically said, Wicked Witch, when we do this scene, you need to shave your head and dye it green. But NOOOOO. Let's try and fool the Author/Director! I would fire you, but we're short of Wicked Witch understudies today, so you stay."

All the while the Author/Director was shouting, the group of Jedi was staring, mouths open to their chests.

"Hey..." said Small Random Padawan, walking up to Princess of Ithilien and tugging on her jacket. "You're da Author! Can I have your autgraf?"

"Sure, kid. Whatever." She scribbled her signature on the back of his hand with a Sharpie. "Don't wash that, now."

"Mesa too! Mesa too!" Ears flapping, Jar Jar Binks ran up to Princess of Ithilien, whose eye began twitching immediately.

"Somebody get this foul creature AWAY FROM ME!" She shouted, grabbing her megaphone. "And call the police to get me a restraining order. NOW!"

She then cleared her throat and turned back to the actor/character/Jedi/people.

"Now. I want this scene done BETTER, and I want it better the LAST TIME. Er.. I mean... GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME, OR YOU'RE ALL FIRED!"

Princess of Ithilien walked back to settle herself in her director's chair. "So," she said through her megaphone. "Do it like... like reality tv! Yeah!" She smiled as if that was the best idea ever. "ACTION!"

The group began to fumble about nervously, having no idea at all as to what 'reality tv' was. Mace walked slowly onto the set.

"I'm sorry, but some of you will be in, and one of you... will be in my clutches." He said in a deep voice.

"HEY!" Shouted a female-sounding voice. Down from the air, sitting atop her broomstick, came the Wicked Witch of the West.

"That's my line... Wait, can we cut? This is just NOT working for me." The Wicked Witch of the West complained.

Princess of Ithilien stormed onto the set. "DOESN'T MATTER. That was ANOTHER load of crap anyway!"

"Ahem..." Qui-Gon Jinn cleared his throat, daring to approach the Author/Director. "What happened to keeping it rated for the kiddies?"

"Never mind the kiddies! It's K+ anyway." Princess of Ithilien shrugged. "And crap isn't a cuss word... WAIT A MINUTE! WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH YOU?"

She breathed and tried to smile. "Er, sorry. A bit stressed out. We have to finish this scene, NOW. So get it RIGHT! Just do it like... like you're making it up as you go along. Okay?"

"Umm... we were doing that before." Obi-Wan said.

"Oh, really?" Princess of Ithilien turned and glared at him, then looked over her shoulder.

"Well, then, we'll just use whatever we had before and continue. Just improv! IMPROV IT ALL!"

She went back to her director's chair, and soon she and the camera were no longer visible to the Jedi or the Witch, or the little dog that had just happened to come along the sidewalk.

"Where were we? Oh, yes. Noooooooooo! I'm melting! Melting!" The Witch cried, then melted. Soon, the pile of melted goo stuff disappeared.

"Now that SHE'S out of the way..." Mace flipped the Witch's wig/hat combo onto his head. "I have hair! Oh yeah!"

He did a little dance and admired his new 'do in Ki-Adi-Mundi's pocket mirror.

The group, with Mace a pace(Haha! A rhyme!) behind them admiring his new hair, moved along the sidewalk, trying to figure out where to go.

Far behind them on the sidewalk, looking forlorn, was one sole Gungan, his head hanging to his chest so that his extremely large ears covered his eyes.

Then, skipping down the lane, came...

Who is skipping down the lane? Why is Jar Jar so annoying? Why did the Author insert herself? Why is the Author talking in third person? The answers lie in the next chapter... read it if you dare...

CUT! ACTION! IMPROV! Stars

Mace Windu as Mace Windu

Small Random Padawan as Small Random Padawan

Obi-Wan Kenobi as Obi-Wan Kenobi

Qui-Gon Jinn as Qui-Gon Jinn

Jar Jar Binks as Jar Jar Binks

Ki-Adi-Mundi's Mirror as Ki-Adi-Mundi's Mirror

With Cameos By

The Wicked Witch of the West (as herself)

&

Princess of Ithilien (as herself)

This is the first chapter in this story to be over 1000 words! Yay!