Sorry! I was going to get this up on Monday, but my computer decided to die. Typical.

And so the adventure continues. Star Wars belong to George Lucas, not to me.

Chapter 2.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round! Round and round! Round and round…"

"THE BUS DOESN'T HAVE WHEELS!" yelled Anakin. The younglings had been singing for the past twenty minuets, and they were getting louder and louder and louder…

"Calm down! Calm down!" screeched the younglings in unison, mimicking Obi-Wan, who had finally started thinking this wasn't such a good idea. They all broke into high-pitched laughter, causing Anakin to groan loudly.

"Obi-Wan, can't you shut them up?" he shouted.

"Anakin, calm down."

"CALM DOWN!" the younglings screeched again, rolling on the floor with laughter.

"Master Obi-Wan, I feel ill!"

"Eww! Don't throw up on me!"

"Master, are we there yet?"

"Master, I'm bored!"

"Master, where are we going?"

"Master, why does Rinna have Master Windu's lightsaber?"

"WHAT?" screeched Anakin. He turned in his seat, and sure enough, he saw Obi-Wan attempting to wrestle a purple lightsaber from a stubborn Adarian girl.

All was peaceful in the Room of a Thousand Fountains. Yoda sat meditating, assisted by the gentle sounds of flowing water, and the calm, quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out along all the corridors of the Jedi temple, followed by the loud shout of "PURPLEY!"

Mace Windu burst into the room. Everyone stared at him. Yoda opened one eye.

"Name your lightsaber, you do?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Anakin felt a major disturbance in the force.

"Master?"

"I felt it too."

"D'you think it was-"

"Yes."

"We should go back."

"No. We'll keep going. Master Windu will have to wait until we return."

"And Master, are you sure you don't want to do something about that eye?"

"I'll be fine, Anakin."

Obi-Wan had managed to get the lightsaber back, causing a very large tantrum, and a very purple black eye.

On the plus side, the younglings seemed to have worn themselves out laughing at Obi-Wan's efforts, and were all lying down, seemingly dead.

"I hope we don't get a police speeder coming past, they'll think they've all been massacred." Obi-Wan commented, looking over the bodies spread all over the seats and floor. "By the way, Anakin, where are we going?"

"Umm…" Anakin hadn't really thought about this. "You were the one who volunteered, you should have planned something."

"Well- I don't know."

"I'm hungry; we should go somewhere to eat."

Obi-Wan shook his head in despair. "You're always hungry Anakin."

Anakin just shrugged, then turned to look at Obi-Wan.

"Any ideas?"

"Watch where you're going!" Obi-Wan shouted, Anakin had almost driven into the speeder in front of them.

"Oops…" The driver turned around and started shouting things that made Obi-Wan hope the younglings where actually asleep.

"Why don't we go to Dex's Diner?" Obi-Wan finally spoke up. Anakin started making gagging noises.

"What?"

"Master, the last time we went there I was throwing up for a week afterwards."

"Well now you know not to have the nerfsteak, don't you?"

Anakin shook his head.

"I think it was what it was fried in."

Obi-Wan sighed, and sat back against his seat.

"Well, where do you suggest then?"

Anakin shrugged.

"Well I think we should go to Dex's then." said Obi-Wan, "It's not to expensive, there's lots of choice-"

"Master, it's all fried in Bantha pee."

"Most of the desserts aren't." Obi-Wan pointed out.

"And how are we going to explain that to Yoda? 'Master Kenobi, for lunch, what did the younglings have?'" Anakin said, mimicking Yoda's voice. "Are you going to be the one who says they had cake?"

"I don't see what's wrong with them having cake for lunch, it's not like they have it everyday."

"Cake?"

One of the bodies on the floor raised its head, its ears practically wagging.

"Master, did you say we were having cake for lunch?" he asked, face glowing.

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a smug look.

"You can't back out of this now Anakin."

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