A/N: WHAT??? Over a year? I honestly don't know how time got away from me... I definitely never meant for it to be a year for me to update. I probably didn't even mean for it to be a MONTH. So. I'm sorry.

I am going to try to and wrap this story up very quickly. Mostly because I'm tired of it, it's not so fun anymore, and I have absolutely no idea where I was (supposedly) taking this.

Replies to Reviews:

Zelscar: Well thank you! Glad you're still enjoying it.

Cowgirl4Christ: Boris is my favorite too. I might write a story entirely about Boris. :) Thanks for reviewing.

Chapter 18

And Suddenly...

Completely ignoring the fact that something appeared in the distance as Yoda was hobbling away, the Author returns to Shmi's house...

"GIVE ME BACK MY PICKLE!" Anakin ran after C-3PO, who was not even actually holding a pickle. C-3PO tripped on Small Random Padawan, who was still napping on the floor. His head hit the table and promptly fell off, rolling to a stop near Obi-Wan's foot.

"Ahhhhhhhh! It's a HEAD! A HEAD!! HEAD! HEAD! HEAD! HEAD! HEAD! HEAD! HEAD!"

He began running in a circle around the perimeter of the room, screaming. Anakin bolted from the room because Obi-Wan was scaring him, and Obi-Wan eventually ran into the wall.

Qui-Gon and Boris were still fighting, and things were not looking good for Qui-Gon....

Meanwhile, in the distance....

"Oh my goodness! I think that ELPHABA is here! I wonder if I can get an autograph!! Or get her to put a spell on me or something!" Pippin screamed, pointing in the distance to the silhouette of a woman with a large pointy hat on her head. Pippin grabbed the hands of Frodo, Sam, and Merry (Yes, all at once) and ran towards the figure.

In reality, it was not Elphaba, but, in fact, the faux Wicked Witch of the West from Chapter 6. When the Hobbits would reach here, Pippin would faint dead away from disappointment, and Merry would ask her if she was a real witch while Sam hunted for food because. Frodo would stand to the side, moody because no one was paying attention to him.

Meanwhile, Yoda was hobbling slowly away, trying to figure out how to meet back up with his companions.

Back at the farm that's not really a farm...

Qui-Gon and Boris had finally stopped fighting. (Qui-Gon lost)

"DID NOT!" The aforementioned Qui-Gon shouted at the ceiling. He stuck his finger in his mouth and mumbled. "Ish nuf furr e shoed ish phhins." Which, translated, means "It's not far he used his fins" because Boris defeated Qui-Gon in the brawl by cutting him with his tail fin. It was not a very large cut; basically the equivalent of a paper cut, but Qui-Gon freaked out.

"I BLEED EASILY! I HAVE VERY THIN BLOOD AND IF I LET IT BLEED I COULD DIE OKAY?" Qui-Gon screamed at the ceiling. Apparently his blood pressure was rising from being agitated. Why Qui-Gon would be agitated, I simply cannot figure out.

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOU!"

You know, Qui-Gon, when your blood gets pumping, you'll lose it faster.

"CRAP! Okay, calm down Qui-Gon, breathe. In, out. In, out. Meditate. Meditate on calm. I am calm. I am calm. I am-WHAT THE CRAP IS THAT SOUND????"

Obi-Wan looked up from the floor (he had recently regained consciousness) and pointed to Anakin. "He did it."

Anakin, who was not in fact in the place where Obi-Wan had been pointing at, came into the room, looking frightened. "What did I do? I didn't do anything! I swear. Honest. Well, okay, C-3PO maybe stole that stuff but it wasn't my fault! He just assumed that I meant to take it when really all I said was that I could USE it IF I had it!"

He proceeded to wail about various deeds he had done or made C-3PO do and ended up a hysterical crying mess, curled up in the fetal position on the ground and sobbing. Clearly, Anakin was always emotionally unstable.

"Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon! Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan shouted, even though he was about three feet from his master.

"WHAT! Oh, sorry. I am calm. I am calm. I am calm. Ahem. What?"

"Are we going to find the Key? Please? I think it's the answer to all of our issues with our long hyphenated names."

"Oh, really, you think that do you?" Qui-Gon scoffed. "And what makes you think that the Key of Happiness is the answer to all of our problems? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

Obi-Wan, clearly unaffected by Qui-Gon's words, said solemnly, "SHE told me. So I know that it's true."

"She who?" Qui-Gon asked, suspicious.

ME who.

"Crap. I hate you. I told you so. You made me bleed and you let a FISH beat me in a fight. You suck."

Well, I like Boris more than I like you.

"HA!" Boris said from his Sturdy Glass Bucket.

"Fine." Qui-Gon heaved a long, melodramatic sigh. "Then where do we find this stupid key?"

"It's Key." Obi-Wan supplied.

"OKAY! Where do we find the Key?" Qui-Gon asked, tired of all of the random capital letters.

I'll give you a hint. Umm.. It's... um... hidden in the Jedi Temple, I guess.

"TO THE JEDI TEMPLE WE GO!" Shouted Mace, who hadn't spoken since Chapter 15.

Ki-Adi-Mundi blinked and suddenly he and Yoda were alone in a room in the Jedi Temple.

"Yoda? Where have you been? Wait, how did we get here? And why is my robe ribbed and.... PINK?"

A/N: Ugh. At this point I kinda just want to finish the story, thus the abrupt shift. Because I don't want this story to have more than 20 chapters. So. Here it is. It's dumb.