Chapter 5: Can You Picture That?
As the two continued driving, Wedge asked Luke a question he'd had since they left El Sleezo.
"Luke, where are we?" Wedge asked.
"Well let's see." Luke said as he pulled out the map. We're traveling down this black line here, and we just crossed that little red line…"
As Luke talked, Wedge took a look at the map as well.
"How about we take the blue line?" Wedge asked as he saw a line that lead straight to California.
"We can't take that." Luke says. "According to the map key, that's a river."
"Oh." Wedge said. "My bad."
"Wait, Wedge, I've got a question." Luke said.
"Yeah?" Wedge asked.
"Who's driving?" Luke asked.
The two realized that neither of them were paying attention to the road and stopped just before hitting a church.
"Wedge, where did you learn to drive?" Luke asked, clutching his heart.
"I took a correspondence course." Wedge said plainly.
Luke groaned as Wedge drove into the parking lot.
"This looks like a nice quiet spot." Luke observed. "Boy, it feels like we've been driving for days."
"Yeah." Wedge said. "The funny thing is I'm still wide awake."
"Me too." Luke said just before Wedge passed out on the front seat.
"Me too." Luke said as he went to sleep too.
They had been sleeping for a few minutes when jazz music suddenly came from the church, jolting them awake.
"What is that?" Luke asked.
The two looked in through the door and found a huge band playing.
"They sure don't look like normal church goers to me." Wedge said, and he was probably right. It was filled with various people. There was a man with brown hair and brown eyes blowing a saxophone, a brunette woman in a red and tan outfit on piano, and a brown haired, unshaven man playing the guitar. They walked in.
"Cool it everybody." The brown haired man said. "It appears our morning melodies have attracted some wandering admirers."
"Hey, who are you guys?!" Luke asked.
"We are Carth Onasi and the Electric Soldiers." The man said. "I'm Carth. Golden sax to go with my golden tone."
"I'm Revan." Revan said. "I'm low bass."
"And I'm… I'm… Uh…" A bald man with the guitar began.
"Jolee!" Revan said.
"Right!" Jolee said.
"Bastila Shan." The woman said. "Charmed to meet you."
"Hello." Wedge said with a squeak in his voice.
"Wedge." Luke sighed.
"Sorry." Wedge replied.
The man at drums, dressed all in black and red, screamed and slammed himself into the drums.
"That is Canderous." Revan said. "Show 'em what you do, Canderous."
"Beat the drums!" Canderous shrieked and he pummeled them with his fists.
"He's not all there." Jolee said.
"Down Canderous!" Revan called out. "Just sit back and cool down!"
Canderous did so.
"Statement: Hey, don't forget about me!" Another voice called out, and they looked up to see a rust colored hunter-killer droid. "Information: I'm HK-47. The band's road manager."
"Oh yeah." Revan said. "The road manager. We couldn't go anywhere without him."
"So he's the one with the contacts?" Wedge asked.
"No, he's the one with the van." Carth corrected.
"Information: Yes, we're planning on turning this old church into a coffee house." HK-47 explained. "I myself will act as a bouncer. I am hopeful for extreme necessity."
"With music by us of course and refreshments… As soon as we find a cook." Bastila stated.
"It's gonna be nice and mellow and of course profitable." Carth said plainly.
"So what brings you guys here?" Revan asks.
"Well you see," Wedge began. "Luke was at a house of his and George Lucas came along and-"
"Wedge!" Luke groaned. "You can't just repeat the whole story. It'll bore the audience."
"Oh, sorry." Wedge said to the people reading this before turning to Luke. "But Luke, the band wants to know.
"Well then show them the script.
"Oh right." Wedge said as he handed the script to them. "It starts here at chapter 1. You can skip the Prologue."
"The Jedi Movie, huh?" Carth asked, glancing at the title. "'Luke Skywalker was relaxing in his family farm as he played a banjo and relaxed.'"
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By the time Carth had gotten to the point of the script Wedge gave it to them, the two had fallen asleep.
"'The two looked in through the door and found a huge band playing.
'They sure don't look like normal church goers to me." Wedge said, and he was probably right. It was filled with various people. There was a man with brown hair with brown eyes blowing a saxophone, a brunette woman in a red and tan outfit on piano, and a brown haired, unshaven man playing the guitar. They walked in.'
"And that would be where we came in." Carth finished as he set the script down. "Not a bad narrative. Though it looks like Mr. Skywalker and Mr. Antilles or more visual since it looks like they checked out."
"Well now that we know, we've gotta keep those two away from this Gunray guy." Revan said plainly.
"Too true." Carth said plainly.
"Now what can we do to help them?" Bastila asked.
"Well, if there was a movie or a fan-fic -" Jolee began.
"Which it is." Carth pointed out.
"We'd figure out some clever plot device." Jolee finished.
"Conclusion: Like disguising their car so that it can't be recognized." HK-47 called out.
"Right!" Carth called out. "MUSICAL NUMBER!"
The five of them then went to the Studebaker and poured all kinds of paint on it as they also sang.
Everybody's mother!
Everybody's brother!
I wanna be your lifetime friend!
Playing to the rockets!
Nothin' in my pockets!
I keep it in the rainbows there!
Whenever I have money,
I think of milk and honey!
Grinning like a Cheshire cat!
I focus on the pleasure!
Something I can treasure!
Can you picture that?
Can you picture that?!
"Hey Revan, take a verse." Carth said as they continued.
Let me take your picture!
Add it to the mixture!
Spirit has a caption now!
Really nothing to it!
Anyone can do it!
It's easy and we all know how!
Now begins the changing.
Meant for rearranging.
Nothing's where it's at.
"Now the Eiffel tower's holding up a flower." Carth finished with a smirk. "Can you picture that?"
Can you picture that?
Because there's nothing out there you can't do.
Yeah even Santa Claus believes in you.
Deep down you believe me. Don't ya?
Be a better drummer.
Be an up and comer.
Can you picture that?
Can you picture that?!
They continued their work and play.
All of us are winning!
Picking and a grinning!
Lordy but I love to jam!
Jelly belly giggling!
Dancing and a wiggling!
Honey that's the way I am!
I work hard in Texas!
I go home to relax yes!
I keep it underneath my hat!
Aurora borealis!
Shining down in Dallas!
Can you picture that?
Can you picture that?!
Can you picture!
"You gotta see it in your mind!" Carth called out.
Can you picture!
"You know it's quick and easy to find." Revan pointed out.
Can you picture!
"You don't have to buy a frame." Bastila stated plainly.
Can you picture!
Can you picture that?!
CAN YOU PICTURE THAT?!
Loafer if you need it.
Don't forget to feed it.
Can you picture that!
By the time they were done, Luke and Wedge were up and looked at what they made. The Studebaker had been colored rainbow and looked like a hippie bus.
"Gunray will never recognize you now." Carth said plainly.
"Wow, I don't know how to thank you guys." Wedge said happily.
"I don't know why to thank you guys." Luke groaned, looking at the eye sore.
"Our pleasure, guys." Revan said warmly.
"Are you sure you won't come with us to Hollywood?" Wedge asked.
"Can't pal." Carth said. "But when you get rich and famous, maybe we'll come down to visit and exploit your wealth."
Everyone laughed as Luke turned to Wedge.
"Move it right along, Wedge." Luke said with a smile.
"Yes sir!" Wedge said.
What the flying fudge did I just write?!