Well, here it is! You guys probably read the title and were like "Uh-oh." Yes, be afraid! Anyways, I updated a little early because I'm so excited about the turning point in my other fic, Invasion. Feel free to read it if you have time. I'm on the edge of my seat, and it's my own writing! XD

Whip-Owl: Don't worry about it. A lot of people like shorter chapters. Mine really aren't that long compared to some other fics I've seen. I try to keep it between four and seven word document pages with Verdana pt. 9 font. Seriously, though, if you feel that you've got what you need down, you don't have to make it a long chapter.

Guest: Update the chapters in sync? You mean Invasion and The Portal of Destiny? Eh, I feel like it's the best thing to do.

Ayy Kaim: YAY the Guest thing is finally gone! And random-fan is right here. I relayed the message, though I am too far away to hit her. I'm too lazy to get up, so I settled for threatening her. Oh, Loki. *sigh* What are we going to do with him? XD

AaylaKit: Very true. Good thing they left when they did! And yeah, you have no idea how badly I want to do Asgard. I'm afraid some jerk would report my story, just like someone reported one of my favorite fics once and almost a second time. You're from Jotunheim now? Loki's birthplace! He hates it, though. I'm sure you noticed, considering he tried to destroy it…

Anakin, Kit, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka stepped through the Portal in the same manner they had the last time. As soon as they emerged, they each felt the same sensation. There was a sense of formality and decorum in the air. The area they were in had neat, well-trimmed grass and rows upon rows of large, majestic houses that looked very similar if not exactly alike.

"I don't like it," Kit said. "Let's go."

"We don't have that option," Obi-Wan pointed out. "The Portal hasn't come back to pick us up. Evidently, we are meant to stay here a little longer."

"I still don't like it," Kit repeated.

"I do not appreciate your presence either," a new voice said. A tall man walked out in a robe and slippers. He had his black hair combed neatly to the side, his face was smooth, and his hands manicured to perfection. Even his mustache was perfect. "What, might I ask, are you doing trespassing on my lawn?" Before the Jedi could reply, he added, "And why are you dressed like that?"

"Glad to meet you, too," Ahsoka mumbled.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Anakin asked, turning the man's question around on him.

"I was about to get dressed for the party, of course, but your stomping around in my freshly-cut grass compelled me to come out here to investigate."

"And what's your name again?" Kit asked, hinting at the fact that the man was yelling at them without even giving a proper introduction of himself.

"How rude of me. My name is Samuel Jefferson Wellington the Fourth."

"Sam," Anakin decided aloud.

The man shook his head, clearly in disagreement.

"Okay, how about Sam-Four?" Kit suggested. When the others gave him a funny look, he shrugged and said, "What? There's probably a Samuel Jefferson Wellington the Third. And a Samuel Jefferson Welling the Second. Ooh and a Samuel Jefferson Wellington! So you've got Sam, Sam-Two, Sam-Three, and Sam-Four! Simple."

Sam-Four's frown deepened. "Whatever you prefer," he said stiffly. "I'm sure my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather would take deep offense."

"Do you have a son?" Ahsoka asked.

"Yes, of course. His name is—"

"Samuel Jefferson Wellington the Fifth?" Anakin suggested.

"How'd you know?" Sam-Four asked at the same time that Kit said, "No, Sam-Five."

"We'd like to meet him," Ahsoka said politely.

"Very well. Samuel, come out here, please."

A small, seven-year-old boy walked shyly out of the house. His hair was blond and combed neatly to the side like his father's. He wore a tuxedo with really shiny shoes to match. "Hello there," he said formally.

"Sammy," Kit said. "I'm calling him Sammy and I'm tempted to mess up his hair and take him to the lake or something. This boy needs to learn how to swim!"

"That was random," Anakin said.

"Tis the Fisto Way," Kit said, shrugging.

"Daddy, I want to go swimming!" the boy said eagerly, his façade of primness fading. "Can I please go with them?"

"No, I forbid you to sully yourself before the big party," Sam-Four said with finality. "Go back inside and wait for me. I still need to get dressed. Our guests were just leaving."

Kit made a face. "So, what, you're Mr. Prim and Proper and yet you don't even have the courtesy to entertain four innocent visitors?"

"I have a party to get to," Sam-Four scowled, then sighed. "Very well. It is a planetary custom to entertain any and all guests, no matter how filthy they may be. Will you at least do me the pleasure of taking baths?"

The Jedi did not like the idea of bathing in a stranger's home, but they were pretty messy from traveling to different worlds. "We accept your offer," Obi-Wan said. "Would it be appropriate for us to accompany you to the party?"

"Certainly," Sam-Four said stiffly. "I'd like it if you were on your best behavior, though. I do not want to be embarrassed by my choice of guests."

"You didn't choose us," Kit pointed out.

"No, I didn't, and thank the stars I didn't."

The Jedi declined Sam-Four's offer of nicer clothes. They preferred their robes so that if any trouble arose, they could take care of it. Tuxedos were so…restricting. There was no way that they'd be able to fight in them. Plus, Kit pointed out, there was nothing big enough to contain his awesome muscles.

They traveled by limo to the party. Kit was tense the entire time. He hated being in small spaces. Anakin was used to it, as he spent a lot of his time in cockpits. He preferred to be the driver rather than the passenger, though. Obi-Wan and Ahsoka just went with the flow.

"We have arrived," Sam-Four said. "As my guests, I ask you to remain near me, yet feel free to roam around as you wish. I will not hold you back. And if you want to leave, do not hesitate."

The Jedi nodded and got out of the car. They were immediately surrounded by well-dressed people. Though the party was outside, everything was arranged so neatly that they might as well have been inside. The music was formal, the dress was formal…everything was formal.

"Caroline, how are you?" Sam-Four greeted a beautiful woman dressed in gray.

"I am doing very well, Samuel," she replied. "Are these your guests?"

"They are. This is Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kit Fisto, and Ahsoka Tano," Sam-Four introduced them. They were surprised that he had remembered all of their names, as they had told him in the limo.

"Hi there," Ahsoka said.

"What is that?" the woman asked, pointing at Kit. "And that?" She pointed at Ahsoka.

"Pointing is very rude," Kit said.

She gasped as if she'd been burnt. "You're right! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me, I…I don't know what came over me!"

"Chillax," Kit said, raising his hands. "You're fine."

"Rudeness is frowned upon here," Sammy explained. "That's why Zeph—"

"Do not speak of my son here," Caroline said sharply. "I have three lovely daughters. Talk about them if you wish, but do not refer to my son."

"Sorry, ma'am," Sammy said, shuffling his feet self-consciously.

Ahsoka was immediately curious. "Hey, Sammy, can you show me that fountain over there? It looks really cool."

"Can I, father?" Sammy asked.

"Go on ahead. I would like to discuss important matters with Caroline here. Run along, but do not get wet or dirty."

Sammy nodded and took Ahsoka to the fountain. "It's great, isn't it?" he asked.

"Yes," Ahsoka agreed. "Now…who's this 'Zeph' person?" she asked. "Don't worry—I won't tell anyone that you're speaking of him."

Sammy hesitated, then sighed. "Zephyr is Caroline's son. He is…different than the rest of us."

"Different? How?"

"Well, for starters, I actually have personality," a stranger replied for Sammy. Ahsoka turned around to see a tall teenage boy dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. He had jet-black shoulder-length hair and pale skin. "I don't follow the crowd and I'm a wicked guitar player," the boy continued.

"W-what are you doing here?" Sammy asked timidly. He started shaking as if the newcomer was going to bite. "You're not supposed to be here! You're supposed to be—"

"Cooped up in my room, shunned from the world?" Zephyr sneered. "No thanks. Just because you people are too afraid to accept change doesn't mean I have to put up with being hid from everyone else due to my mom's embarrassment."

"She coops you up because she's embarrassed of you?" Ahsoka asked, feeling a stab of sympathy. "Wow. Are there others like you?"

"No. I'm the only one. It's hard to live life amongst a bunch of mindless prims, but I've crashed my share of parties."

"We could help you," Kit said, walking up with the other two. "We could get a dance party started or something."

"You'd do that?" Zephyr's eyes lit up.

"Yeah!" Kit said. "Maybe these guys will lighten up if they see that change isn't so bad."

"It's worth a shot," Zephyr said, shrugging. "I've got my guitar right here. What's the plan?"

"I'll DJ," Anakin offered. "Kit, hand me your iPod. While you're at it, be sure to breakdance or something for us. Obi-Wan, sing. Ahsoka—help Zephyr get set up without anyone seeing. Any questions? No? Good."

The plan was launched into action. Anakin turned off the radio and connected Kit's iPod to the speakers. Everyone looked around, trying to figure out why the music had stopped. Anakin nodded at Kit, who nodded back. Everyone was ready, minus the partygoers, who were downright confused. "Let's get this party started!" Anakin shouted. "For real this time!" He started a song and cranked up the volume.

"Nice choice," Kit said as "I Like it Like That" blared across the area. He started dancing in time with the music as Zephyr jumped out from behind the bushes and played the guitar at all the right moments to make the song perfectly awesome.

"I knew Zephyr would be behind this!" Sam-Four yelled.

"Zephyr! Get over here now!" Caroline shouted.

"No, Mom! Listen to the music for just a minute and give it a chance, will you? These guys have taste that you seem to lack. Just give me a shot, just this once!"

The song continued and, gradually, people started to dance to it. By the time it was over, most of the guests were enjoying themselves. Anakin played "Sorry For Party Rocking" next.

"This one is appropriate," he said. "This is what we say to people like you that mess up our groove!"

"Sorry for Party Rocking!" the Jedi and Zephyr chanted as the song began.

By the time the party was over, the prim and proper men and women and children were finally loosening up. Caroline beamed at her son and everyone finally got the idea that a change in plans was okay every once in a while.

"Our work here is done," Kit said as the Portal appeared. The Jedi waved goodbye and stepped through the Portal (well, Kit kind of trust-fell into it because he's just awesome that way).

Disclaimer: I do not own "I Like it Like That" by Hot Chelle Rae or "Sorry for Party Rocking" by LMFAO. I do not own Star Wars either.

AN: Yes, there was a moral to that chapter. I'm not going to get all preachy or anything. Just enjoy the story. XD