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Despite Mark's absence, the rest of the day was fine. Luke ate lunch at Han's table, where Han and Leia were hatching their plan. Surprisingly, it was a pretty solid plan.

Marilou had a compact of eyebrow powder that was no bigger than a slice of banana. She volunteered to donate the mirror, saying she never used the eyebrow powder anyway.

"We just need someone to get there early and place it under Jabba's chair without anyone noticing," Leia said.

"Well, Mark usually gets there first," Luke said softly. He still couldn't believe that Han was helping him.

"Easy. I'll give it to him on the morning bus," Marilou smiled mischievously.

"What if he's still sick tomorrow?" Leia asked.

"Luke can distract him at the beginning of class while I place the mirror under the leg of his chair myself," Marilou shrugged. "I'll be at the back window by his desk, and I'll pretend to tie my shoe or something. We can't miss."

"I just wish someone could videotape this," Han grinned. "This sounds like it's going to be brilliant."

Luke just shrugged. Sure, it would be funny, but he felt much better off just being an eyewitness and having no part of it.

Han gave Leia and Luke a ride home from school. Han was able to get the Millennium Falcon to a complete stop about a block from the Skywalkers' home. Leia thanked him, and he drove off.

Darth Vader was home. Not only that, he was doing yard work, or at least it looked like he was. He was wrapping some kind of rope around one of the trees in the front yard.

"Dad? Why are you home?" Leia asked him, confused.

"Not only that, what're you doing?" Luke added.

"I refuse to work more than forty hours per week at this new job, princess," Darth said briskly. "I took the afternoon off, Lukey, so that I can booby trap the yard in the hopes that we don't have any more singing visitors."

Luke and Leia just turned to stare at each other.

"How?" asked Luke finally.

"You see this rope?" Darth bent down and ran his hand along the length of thin rope that was stretched between two trees. "If someone should cross it, they're going to get an awful nasty surprise on their head." He moved his hand upward and pointed to something hidden in the tree.

Luke leaned up. He was able to make out a trash bag that was tied together at the top of one of the trees.

"Dad, that's not very nice," Leia said seriously. "What if they sue you?"

"It's filled with old towels, princess. Nobody's going to get hurt. But thankfully, we'll soon be rid of those pesky singers at this house."

"You should call up Han and warn him," Luke whispered to his sister.

"I'll think about it," Leia admitted.

Inside, C3PO was wearing an apron and making dinner.

"Master Luke!" he called happily. "Mistress Leia! Welcome home, human children."

"What're you doing here, Threepio?" Luke asked, smiling and happy to see him.

"Oh, Master Luke, your father says he'll be bringing me home more often to help with the housework so that he can spend some quality time with you."

"That was nice of Dad!" Leia exclaimed.

"Yes, Mistress Leia, he's taking this new opportunity to bond with you very seriously."

"I have to call Mark," Luke said quietly, excusing himself to his room.

Luke didn't get to call his friend until later that evening. As soon as Darth came into the house, he insisted on pretending to have a cup of coffee with his kids while they told him all about their day.

Luke and Leia just looked at each other, not knowing where to begin.

"Well?" Darth growled, losing patience. "What did you two do today?"

"Nothing," said the two of them at once.

"Oh, come on, you couldn't have done nothing."

"Seriously, Dad, nothing happened. It was just a regular day," Leia said with a straight face.

Darth gave up and ordered the two of them to do their homework while C3PO finished preparing dinner.

After dinner, Luke finally retreated to his room and dialed his best friend.

"Hey, Mark. How're you feeling?"

On the other end of the line, Mark sighed. "Not bad," he admitted. "I just have no energy. What happened at school today?"

"Well, Leia and Han are going to borrow this mirror from Marilou and put it under Jabba's chair tomorrow just as English class starts. You might be asked to help, by the way. When Jabba sits on it, he'll break the mirror, and all of us are going to freak out at him having seven years of bad luck." Luke paused. "They think it's going to be payback for him making fun of me. Jabba's really superstitious, so this will completely floor him."

Mark laughed. "That actually sounds like it'll work. He could use a taste of his own medicine."

There was a pause, and Luke heard someone hollering off in the distance. "Who's yelling?"

"What do you mean? I don't hear anyone yelling."

"Luke!" Leia was shrieking from their father's room. "Luke, come and see this!"

"Hold on a second, I'll be right back. Leia's calling me," Luke told his friend, and then put the phone receiver down. He ran into their father's room, where Leia was gazing out the window. "What's going on?" he asked his sister.

"Luke, look!"

Luke looked out the window. A mysterious figure was standing in the Skywalkers' front yard, hollering.

At least, it sounded as if he was hollering. It was actually, Luke realized, just very bad singing. It was Han, and he was at it again, singing very bad Mariah Carey.

"SO WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE HOPE IS GOOOOOONE…LOOK BESIDE ME AND BE STROOOOONG…."

"He's standing in the wrong spot," Leia said matter-of-factly. "The booby trap is in the tree facing the kitchen. We'll have to tell Dad."

"I think we should tell Han that he's singing to the wrong bedroom," Luke pointed out. "He thinks this room is yours."

"Oh, I'm not telling him that. One of these days, Dad's going to stick his head out the window and lose his temper, and it'll be hysterical."

Luke and Leia watched for about another minute. Finally, the twins' father had had enough. Darth threw open one of the living room windows and started to scream.

"YOU'VE INVADED MY PROPERTY FOR THE LAST TIME, YOUNG SOLO! NOW YOU MUST BE DESTROYED!"

Han turned around and ran back to the Millennium Falcon, shrieking.

Luke and Leia doubled over with laughter.

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