Welcome to, Chaos On Deck Part IX...
You know the spiel, I do not own Star Wars, Darth Vader, Emperor Palpatine, The Stormtroopers, the Death Star, these are all copyrights of LucasFilm Ltd. I also do not own any other references in the RP such as Beauty and the Beast, any Lady Gaga or Elton John Songs. As this is a spoof things are going to happen in extremely bizarre ways and totally different from the story line.
This spoof in particular is taken from a roleplay the people listed below and I did on Neopets, and is THE TEAL STAR CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!. Now on to the participators...
Marly_Hugo35 (Me) - Darth Vader, Sam the PA Guy
bugsbunny7117 - Chef, The Emperor
O.k., so guess what? Did you guess? O.k., this is THE TEAL STAR CHRISTMAS SPECIAL PART 1, IT isn't the whole thing, the ice show will be coming later. So read on, and don't forget to rate , comment, and review... Oh and be on the look-out for "Troopers On Ice"...
Christmas Time was settled in on the Death Star Version 78.2843 (A.K.A. The Teal Star) and tons of preparations are being made. There's talk of an ice show, a fantastic dinner, and PRESENTS! And the Emperor has gone a tad bit overboard this year and has decided that it would add to their experience if they filled the hallways with white, fluffy snow. The chef suggested they use powdered sugar, but the Emperor would have none of that and proceeded to order three tons of Pure Hoth Snow. So now the hallways are piling up with the fluffy white stuff and Wilkins refuses to clean it up until after the Ice Show, something about the Emperor threatening to take away his Zamboni, and so the travel between rooms has been severally hindered. But on the plus side the indoor shopping mall is making tons of credits on their new, "EXPLODING REBEL DOLLS!" But enough about toys and snow and such, let's get on to the real story...
"Dahooo dores fahoo fores
Welcome Christmas, Come this way,
Fahoo fores, dahoo dores
Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day"
Gently the Christmas music played through the vibrant walls of the Teal Star as the Stormtroopers rushed about pinning up garland, and flinging tinsel, and humming along to the nonsensical song of the Whos.
The Emperor was just walking down the hallway towards breakfast, it was almost Christmas, and he and Vader still had many plans to talk over, over a nice hot plate of cinnamon pancakes that was.
Vader walked down a narrow hallway, walked isn't the right word here, trudged through a knee high drift of snow on his way to the cafeteria was more like it. Sam was right behind him and fighting against the gale on his way for a nice cup of cocoa. "Sam, why are you not at your post?," Vader asked as he threw open the door and rushed inside the cafeteria followed by hundreds of stray flakes of snow as Sam rushed through the door and into the kitchens. "Steven, there are snow drifts on Hoth that are shallower then the snow in he hallways," Vader said as he rushed across the hall to the cloaked man. Sitting down across from his master he dug into the pancakes, only to have syrup run down his mask in his failed attempts. "Chef! Give me a cup of your Hot Cocoa!," Sam shouted from the kitchen.
The Chef, inside the kitchen, turned to his cooks, "Ready men?" They Eagerly nodded back. "Ok Then! Here we go!" The Chef suddenly flung open the door and a horde of cooks, dressed today as waiters, came out in tap shoes. How exactly they got their tapping noises on the snow covered floor is a mystery to all involved, but they did none the less. "Hot Hot," they sang. The Chef then picked up the tune, "Oh we Got it!" "Hot Hot" "Hey We Got it!" "Hot Hot" "Say we got it!" "Hot Chocolate!"
The Hot Chocolate plopped down in front of Sam without spilling a drop, as the song continued on it's way to the other tables.
"Here we only got one rule... Ahem, My master, what is it you wish to discuss, is it the new ice show?," Vader said as he tossed a script onto the table as the waiters rushed around.
"A little bit of... thank you Jonsie, and a tad bit of... I ASKED FOR THREE QUARTERS NOT FIVE EIGHTHS, GET ON THE BALL!," Dr. Rasputia Fragglehorn shouted as he bent over the main reactor in his experiment.
"Oh that's one of them!" The Emperor said as he picked up the script, "There's also this issue of the Troopers...they seem to be calling you things behind your back..." Here he looked around, "I think they're writing a song about it... I'm not sure. ALSO, have you seen any signs of Fragglehorn?," his eyes grew wide with the thought. An intrusion from Fragglehorn could ruin the entire day...
"Just a little to the... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!," Fragglehorn said as the choir took over and he stood up beside the reactor, "Welp, best be going."
"I've not seen him for days, and as for the Troopers, let them have their day in the metaphorical sun," Vader said as he wiped syrup from his mask.
"Chef, that was great, but... 'I really can't stay...," Sam sang to the Chef as he gazed longingly out the service window.
"Oh, but BABY it's cold outside..." Said the Chef shivering to himself. It really WAS cold out there, it couldn't be more than twenty degrees.
"I got to go 'way," Sam sang back as he took another sip of the cocoa.
"Do you hear singing, and angelic choir accompaniment to a dastardly deed?," Vader asked as he tossed the plate at the wall. As it shattered against the stainless steel a voice, that was not Sam's, crackled over the PA, "ATTENTION! UM... YOU KNOW THAT EVIL DOCTOR GUY, YEAH HE WAS JUST SEEN ON IN THE THRONE ROOM, THANK YOU! WE ARE NOW ON DOCTORCON 5, OUR HIGHEST READINESS LEVEL! GET YOUR PIES READY BOYS HE'S VULNABRLE TO BOISONBERRY AND MINCE MEAT!"
The Emperor pushed himself up form the table, "Vader, we've got to stop him, he could ruin the entire ice show, topple the tree, DESTROY the turducken dinner, STEAL THE PRESENTS!" he said beginning to flail his arms in a most comedic fashion.
The Chef looked out the service window, "Yeah but BABY it's cold outside..."
"NO! NOT THE PRESENTS MASTER! ANYTHING, BUT THE PRESENTS!," Vader wailed as he stood up and grabbing a tray ran towards the door. Throwing it open he cast the tray down and jumped on it before pushing off and flying down the hall.
"This evening has been...," Sam sang as he joined Chef at the window.
"WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... KATHUNK," Vader screamed before he hit the throne room door.
"Oh! Been hoping that you'd drop in," Continued the chef going to the fridge to bringing out a small muffin.
The Emperor followed Vader and looked down pathetically at him, "Could have planed that a little better don't you think Vader?" he said amused despite the fact that Fragglehorn was probably in there...STEALING CHRISTMAS or something...
"So very nice...," Sam said as he took the muffin.
"No Steven, I planned it quite well, my face isn't wrinkled because I underestimated the only black Jedi ever!," Vader exclaimed as he stood up and threw open the door to find nothing, "Nothing, absolutely nothing, but the ice show supplies. The floor froze over quite... WEEEEELLLLLLL! CRASH!." Vader stood up from behind the throne, "I'm o.k.."
The Chef, looked down and saw the trooper's hands shivering and then, though you couldn't see it behind his helmet got a grin on his face and took the muffin back for a moment. He'd just put it in the fridge a minute or so before Sam had showed up so it was still quite warm. He held it up around his face and added in an odd little voice as the Muffin danced around, "I'll hold your hands they're just like ice!"
"Vader will start to worry," Sam sang as he eyed the Chef suspiciously at the fact he wanted to touch his hands. Were they really that cold, he asked himself as he placed his right palm on his cheek.
"Steven! You never told me that you had the throne made out of aluminum, it's slightly bent," Vader called as he turned the throne to show a large, Vader shaped, dent in the back.
The Emperor stared at his chair and his eyes grew wide as Christmas cookies, "That was SOLID STEEL!," he exclaimed as his hands flew up to press themselves against the sides of his head. He pointed an accusing finger at his apprentice, "You sir have been having far too many sweets! I bet you're the one who stole my cake!" He shook his head rapidly though, it didn't really matter, they still had to find Fragglehorn... Or at least Sam...Both of whom seemed to have gone missing...
The Chef facepalmed at the thought of the Emperor's handiwork outside, "Beautiful." He looked up at Sam honestly curious, in case something was wrong..."What's your hurry?"
"The Emperor will be pacing the floor...," Sam sang as he took the muffin and nibbled on it.
"I DID NOT STEAL YOU DOUBLE FUDGE TRIPLE RASPBERRY RAZZLE-DAZZLE EXTRAVAGANZER CAKE STEVEN! I think it was Frank the Night Guy," Vader said as he turned the chair back around, "So, um... the ice show, must go on!"
The Emperor threw his hands in the air "It Can't go on yet! We haven't gone through HALF the songs that the Great Supreme Being Marley gave me on this list yet! And John Williams is still away in his cell! See?" He shouted giving Vader a piece of paper.
The Chef turned an ear to his warming stove, "Listen to the new oven roar." he said cocking an ear.
"Really I'd better scurry...," Sam sang smiling at the stove before turning towards the door.
"Then we'll have to go and fetch him," Vader said as he took the paper, scanned it, and then pumped full of Force lightning, he promptly burst into flames, "Good force man, always making excuses, no wonder it took you so long to win the Clone Wars. Should we fetch Elton as well..." "ELTON JOHN?," screamed a Stormtrooper from the catwalk before he fell into the Main Reactor. "There goes Johnny...," said Vader.
The Emperor began to flail his arms and shout," It's not MY fault it's Supreme Beings Marley and Bug's I SWEAR! And besides, I HAD to wait to win the Clone Wars because if I'd won them any earlier you would have still been a whiney little teenager and of absolutely NO use to me… I mean... ... ... ... ... ... . . . IT WAS SUPRIEM BEING GEORGES FAULT I SWEAR!" he then proceeded to drop both arms.
"Don't be blaming the Supreme Beings, the last time you did that we lost the entire Billiards Room to a fire. Now come on, off to the Crocodile Room...," Vader said as he led the way off through a secret path behind the salvaged pool-table.
"Maybe just half a drink more...," Sam said as he inspected his empty cocoa cup.
The Emperor sighed but grumbled to himself, "No doubt they had those two French Pyro's with them when that happened..." Reluctantly though he followed his large apprentice to the Crocodile Room where, it appeared, some music was coming from within.
The Chef picked up the pot of hot cocoa and continued, "Put some records on while I pour," he said with a friendly gesture to some vinyl's.
"I remember when rock was young, me and Suzie had so much fun, holding hands and skimming stones...," came a voice from within the room with a crocodile painted on it. "I'll take care of Elton, you get John Williams and the LSO, they're abnormally quiet today...," Vader said as he opened the door, "Great we'll need a crane for the piano!"
"The troopers might think...," Sam said as he broke a record in half and tossed it behind him into a pot of soup. Before he could do anything the soup's maker arrived and tasted it before saying, "MMMMM, tomato and vinyl soup," and carrying it off
The Chef was about to ask why Sam had just broken a record in half and which one it was when and icy wind blew open the door. He leaped over and shut it exclaiming, "BABY it's bad out there!"
The Emperor arrived at the cell blocks a few moments later, and took out his keycard mumbling absently to himself, "Alright Mr. Williams out you…" He stopped and stared as he realized both the LSO's cell and Mr. Williams Private cell were completely empty. Not even bothering to drop his keycard back in his pocket he was running back to the Crocodile room at top speed. "VAAADDEEEERRRR!"
"O.k., move it over to the left, no the right, more to the... CRASH! Perfect!," Vader called as the crane brought the piano straight through the wall completely unscathed and with it's pianist still singing and playing... LAAAAAAA lalalalaaaaa..." "What is it Steven? Take them up to the throne room…"
"Say what's in those drinks?," Sam asked as he tossed another broken record onto a tray of rolls.
The Emperor rushed up to his apprentice arms flailing yet again...it seemed to be a habit that day. "VADER! Williams- and the LSO… (Here he stopped for air , his hands on his knees and the breaths coming in ancient heaves.) Finally he recovered, "…They're GONE! G-O-N-E!" The Emperor was in a bigger panic then he had been in the Supreme Being argument. IF they couldn't find the LSO, there would be No Music for the Ice Show besides Elton and he only wrote for ONE movie! Unless they could somehow pull out Alan Menkin, and an orchestra they were doomed! DOOMED I SAY!
The Chef continued, "Hey what're you doin' o'er there"
"It must be those rebellious Rebels, they've stolen him thinking they'll have an advantage in the upcoming battle," Vader exclaimed as the crane backed up. It really was terrible, for the Emperor, who couldn't spell Evil to save his life, only spelled things out when it was of an absolute emergence! "We'll just have to go on without them, the rebels will bring him back once they find out we tagged him."
The Emperor's eyes grew as wide as the Chef's records, (which he had no idea were now in pieces) "But, but...HOW? WE can't put on an entire ice show with JUST a piano! I mean...I might know where to get Alan Menkin, but where are we going to find someone to replace the LSO! ...Unless…," the Emperor thought hard for a moment. He puzzled and puzzled, till his puzzler was sore, then the Gri-Errr… Emperor thought of something he hadn't before, "MAYBE we can get the TSO!" he shouted with glee.
"Perhaps, and then what about Danny Elfman? And we'll call in Tim Rice and Cher, and it'll be a Spectacle as never before," Vader exclaimed as he whistled and the newly painted Vadermobile pulled up with it's shiny new black and red pinstripes.
"I wish I knew how...," Sam said as he nommed on a record and blueberry muffin.
"Yeah!" Shouted the Emperor liking this idea supremely "Wait!" he said as his face fell, "That there's a list from Supreme beings Marley and Bugs...how do we find out if they approve?" He thought again for a moment before throwing all safety and sanity out the window and shouting towards the ceiling, "HEY GUYS WHADDYA THINK!
Here the Chef could stand the silliness no longer, "WHY?"
"ENOUGH WITH THE SUPREME BEINGS THING! There is no possible way that someone is sitting and typing this out whilst we do they're biding!," Vader said before a bolt of lightning sprung forth from the shiny metal ceiling and zapped him, "Touche!" Vader then tumbled over as a note floated down that read as follows... "The Supreme Beings are pleased with your choices, we also wish to thank you for he fruit basket and Fancy Swiss Cheese.. Signed, The Supreme Beings.
"Why what, Chef?," Sam said as he tossed the muffin behind him, where it knocked Jeffrey down the up escalator for hours, and picked up a carrot, "What's up Doc?"
The Chef snatched the carrot out of the PA guy's hand "WHY are you destroying my RECORDS? And...where did this song come from anyways?
The Emperor couldn't help but stand and laugh for a few minutes. "I WIN!" A rumble of thunder sounded nearby, causing him to duck and look carefully towards the ceiling, "YOU win, sorry you win," he said with a large fake smile. He then helped his apprentice off the floor and began giving direction, "Quick, we've got to find Sam, he's got all the phone numbers... he says he doesn't trust me with them..."
"What records?," Sam laughed as he had the strange feeling people were looking for him, "And what song? I don't hear a song, do you?
"After the Rosie O'Donnel Fiasco I don't blame him," Vader said as he started the Vadermobile and shook off the memory of that faithful night when Steven had prank called the poor women, "And then there's the Chuck Norris Affair." The Vadermobile then drove away.
The Emperor shook his head furiously, "NO! I NEVER want to talk about the Norris Affair AGAIN!" He shuddered, "I shall be forever humbled by that round house kick..." How anyone could kick him THROUGH the PHONE LINE he would never know...and never forget.
The Chef was indeed staring at Samuel quite oddly, "What do you MEAN what records" The one's you SMASHED!" He looked at a shard, "YOU SMASHED THE BEATLES?" he looked again, "LET IT BE MAN! And you can't deny the fact that you were singing." he said with a glare and a point.
"It is quite a marvel of modern technology," Vader agreed as he drove the Vadermobile through the door to the kitchen, "SAMMY WE'RE HOME! Well not technically home, we're in the kitchens, but that doesn't matter..."
"Beatles? I distinctly remember crushing a cockroach, which you seem to have a surplus of," Sam said, "And you were singing to young sir!
The Chef's Face was turning red under his helmet, "How… DARE YOU SIR?" he shouted, "MY KITCHEN IS AS CLEAN AS THE DAY IT WAS REMADE! And I was, but I was meddling around and NOT breaking things!"
The Emperor nodded and was about to ask Sam for the phone numbers when he saw the Chef. He turned to his apprentice, "What's all this?"
"I DIDN'T BREAK ANYTHING OF IMPORTANCE!," Sam shouted as he stirred his cocoa with a sliver of an old Elvis record.
"I'm not sure sir, maybe you should ask the 'Supreme Beings'," he snickered before his glove caught on fire, "GOOD FORCE! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?" "Perhaps all the hand sanitizer you use caught a spark?," ventured Sam as Vader plunged the burning glove into a pot of dishwater.
The Emperor shook his head, "I try to tell you my apprentice but you just DON'T listen."
The Chef's anger fell, "I'm talking about the cockroach comment, and those WERE of importance thank you,!" he said snatching the shard of Elvis. "That was my ONLY recording of Jailhouse rock!," he said with a small whimper.
"COCKROACHES? THERE ARE COCKROACHES HERE?," Vader exclaimed as he clambered onto the roof of the Vadermobile, "Oh, merciful, SUPREME BEINGS! I AM SORRY I DID NOT BELIEVE!" Just then a box of Twinkies floated down from the lights and landed before him, "Thank you," he gasped.
"Jailhouse Rock, please! Just get some Crocodile Rock on iTunes," Sam retorted as he sipped more cocoa.
The Chef turned to Vader, "NO THERE ARE NOT! But SAM here said there were and there AREN'T!" He Turned back to Sam, "I Can't believe I had a Duet with you!," he picked up a pot holder and smacked him with it, "Get… OUTTA MY KITCHEN!"
The Emperor stared Dumbfounded, "HEY!," he shouted indignantly, "I never got a box of Twinkies!" A small note proceeded to fall from the sky, that read: "IOU"
"Oh, well... I'm very disappointed in you Sammy, as soon as you give me all the fancy people's numeros, go to your announcement deck, and don't come out until your shifts over," Vader said as he clambered down off the Vadermobile. "Yes, Dark Lord Awesome," Sam said as he pulled out the large black book, handed it to the Emperor and then trudged off into the snow embankment outside the door.
The Chef was really quite astounded, he'd never seen Sam act like that before...it was all rather odd.
The Emperor flipped open to the T section, "Ok..." he said browsing, "Taco Bell, TLC, TNT...Ah here we are TSO!" He dialed the number on the Chef's phone and quickly handed it to Vader. Him not being trusted with the phone it had really become a habit to dial and hand it off to someone else.
"Hello? Why yes this is the dashing Dark Lord... oh i see... well you didn't really need that tuba, did you? Oh. Well I was calling to ask... Yes I have the nerve... we'll if you want us to use the MSO... Oh you will, good, we'll send a shuttle immediately," the dark lord said before hanging up the phone, "They've agreed to play the show, Sam will send a shuttle immediately." "Yes sir!"
The Emperor Clapped his hands excitedly, "Oh goodie! Now… let's see, He flipped to the M section, "Marvin the Martian, Matrix main frame...What? Never mind, McDonald's, Mickey Mouse, Oh here we go! Menkin!" The Process repeated.
"I'm sorry the person, ALAN MENKIN, can not be reached at the current time, if you would like to speak with him, contact you local psychic or hold a séance...," replied an electronic voice from the other end. "Um... master, I think Alan Menkin is dead, or at least deceased," Vader said as he handed the phone back, "Moment of silence?" Everything, even the screaming of the tortured rebels and the gurgling of the Womp Rat Stew, was silenced, before the sounds flooded back and Vader looked at his master.
The Emperor flailed around a bit, "But...but...BUT!" He thought for a moment, and pulled an old VHS out of his pocket, then can we get ,Steven Swartz or Howard Ashman?"
"What about Tim Rice?," Vader ventured as Sam made his way back to the announcement deck. The snow was however proving a terrible hindrance and as he passed the escalator that went down to the mall, he saw several Stormtroopers sledding down the slopes, or practicing for the ice show in the skating rink.
With a snap of his fingers, the Emperor's eyes lit up like Christmas lights, "DO it man!" he cried in joy.
"Tony the Tiger, Thomas the Tank Engine, you know Thomas? Never mind... Tommy Pickles, Tina Turner, TGI Fridays, Tim The Toolman Taylor, TIM RICE!," Vader said as he dialed rapidly, "Hello... yes sir... please sir... right away sir... he's here sir... writing songs sir... thank you sir..." He then hung up the phone and pressed the shuttle launch button, "He'll be here within the hour."
The Emperor clapped again, "Good! Then we should be...all set... for the…" He stopped slowly as he heard some odd music coming from the Stormtroopers outside the order window, "You're a Mean one, Mister V. You Really Are a heel!"
"Your as cuddly as a wampa, and as sour as dill, Mister V...E! Your a bad banana with a, greasy black peel!," sang the troopers as Vader started up the Vadermobile. "Hurry up and get in Steven, if we hurry we can catch them on the patio! Chef, you get the broom we'll have a lot of bodies to sweep under the rug today!," Vader said as Sam rushed in and got in the Vadermobile. "Shift's over, let's go!"
The Emperor got into the golf cart laughing all the way, "HA! I TOLD YOU!"
The Chef meanwhile was just beginning to wonder how many songs were gong to be squeezed into this thing. "Just face the music, you're a monster Mr. V. Yes you are. Your hearts an empty hole! Your brain is full of womp rats, you've got red spice in your soul Mr. V...E. I wouldn't touch you with a 49 and a half foot pooooollll!
"Shut up Steven! You know nothing!," Vader exclaimed as he brought the Vadermobile around to face the Stormtroopers who's eyes grew wide before they dissolved and reappeared on a patio. "Your a vile one, Mr. V, You've got targets on your back! You have all the tender sweetness of a sand-sick Sarlacc, Mr. V...E. And given the choice between you, I'd take the sand-sick Sarlacc!"
The Emperor just cackled as they zipped along.
"You're a foul one, Mr. V. You're a nasty-wasty skunk! Your heart is full of unwashed cloaks, your brain is full of gears, MR. V...E! Suddenly a large Trooper with a voice deeper than Frollo's stepped forward. "The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, 'Stink. Stank. STUNK!'"
"I don't smell do I?," Vader said as he lifted his arm to Sam who fell back unconscious, " Well it's hard to bathe when your 87% metal and robotics." He then rushed straight into the triangular shaped group of Stormtroopers who went flying in all directions, "Get ready to sweep up the trash, Chef!" He then circled the group and pushed a button throwing a nice Persian rug out the back of the cart.
The Chef obediently obliged and hung over the side of the cart dragging the broom along, "Where is Wilkins when you need him?," he muttered. For a moment they rode along in silence and then they heard something, it was quiet and slurred.. but it was there...
"You're a rotter, Mr.V! You're the king of sinful sots! Your heart's a dead tomato, splotched with moldy, purple spots, Mr. V...E!"
Vader scowled through the mask before snapping his fingers and a loud crunch sounded near-by, followed by a mournful scream and the brush of a broom. The singing halted and Vader steered the cart towards the throne room. Of course he forgot about the ice and the cart slipped across the floor before Vader stopped it inches from a wall, "Airbags are a little late... POP!" The airbags then inflated.
The Emperor battled with his airbag, completely caught off guard despite his apprentices warnings, "DIE DIE YOU INHUMAN BEAST DDDIIIIIEEEE!"
The Chef sat and watched in amusement. You see he'd already been in a Vadermobile crash, and so, having kept his seat this time around was un-phased.
Stepping out of the cart Vader was just in time to see the next series of events. High above the main reactor Dr. Fragglehorn was suspended by a thin wire cable with llama-people holding the end. The Doctor was dressed in an angel costume and singing, "HARK! The Evil Doctor Sings, glory to my new found schemes!" Just then the llama-people let go to clap and the doctor fell into the reactor.
The Emperor, finished with his battle of epic proportions now, watched the Doctor fall in horror. The Chef did the same, silence enveloped them as the watched him plummet to his doom. At least...they THOUGHT it was his doom, but we'll get to that later.
Sam gulped as the light that radiated from the reactor after the Doctor's departure died down and hung his head as Vader walked towards a small stage in the corner were the TSO, Elton John, and Tim Rice had set up. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but he was sentenced to death any way," Vader said as he motioned for some troopers to chase down the fleeing llama-people, "WATCH OUT THEY SPIT!"
The Emperor shuddered back in the golf cart, "Wow.. just don't know what I'd do if I were ever in that situation...well... probably scream but..." He shuddered again.
"SO!," shouted the Chef, "Who want's some Christmas cookies," he said, rapidly trying to change the subject and offering a bag he'd had on him.
"YES PLEASE!," Sam exclaimed as he rushed over and extracted a Santa cookie from the bag. "STEVEN? Are you read to start the show?," Vader exclaimed, "Oh wait, Elton says he finished the song I asked him to write, do come over here and listen won't you?"
The Emperor, after taking a large Rudolph cookie obliged and came over to the small stage. "Ok Vader I'm here. What is it?," he said, Eating the poor cookies nose.
"Take it away Elton," Vader said as the man started to play. "It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside, I'm not one of those who can... easily hide... And you can tell everybody, this is your song, it may be quite simple but, now that it's done. I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind..." "I DO MIND!," Sam shouted as he walked up, "VADER! You said that song was for me!" "Did I? Oops."
The Chef stormed over, "I Can't Stand it another minute! What is with all these songs! It's like a Christmas special or something!" he said flailing and sending cookies everywhere.
Little did Chef know that this was in fact the Chaos on Deck: Christmas Special and that the madness had yet to come to an end. The Supreme Beings have more tricks of their sleves so stay tuned and keep on the lok-out for the exciting conclusion of this chapter with the exciting one chapter finale, "Troopers On Ice!"
And so we end part one of the chaos On Deck: Christmas Special,
But I'm sure you still have questions like:
What will happen next?
Will there be more Disney allusions and cameos?
What has happened to Dr. Fragglehorn?
What about Barney and Wilkins?
WILL THE ICE SHOW GO ON?
The answers to these questions and more in the next installment...
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