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Part 12:

Part 3

Yaddle was puzzled when Oppo threw the banana peel. It seemed to her that the others were trying to tell her something. She looked to the ping pong referee and motioned for a time out.

"Time out!" The referee called.

Cliegg grunted angrily. He wanted this match to end. He was getting hungry.

Yaddle hurried over to her friends.

"A problem do you have?" She asked.

"That guy is gonna eat you if you beat him!" Mace warned.

Yaddle gave him a blank stare.

"Do you all really think that I am going to lose this tournament on purpose just because there is a slight chance that my opponent is a cannibal?" Yaddle questioned.

"Slight chance?" Shaak repeated, "Look at him!"

Cliegg was sitting on a bench eating out of a bag that said, "Hannibal's Diner. Our secret ingredient: PEOPLE!"

"Oh please." Yaddle rolled her eyes, "That probably just means that Hannibal's Diner has friendly and hard working employees."

"Yaddle please! We don't want you to wind up getting eaten." Depa begged.

"No! I refuse to lose! Trained for months I have! Blow it now, I will not!" Yaddle signaled to the referee that she was ready to start again.

The other Jedi returned to their seats, defeated. Obi-Wan had stopped playing his Gameboy and was looking around like an alert hamster. (Hamsters are cute. So is Obi-Wan.)

"Is something wrong Obi-Wan?" Plo asked.

"Afraid of Yaddle getting eaten are you?" Yoda wanted to know.

"No. Yaddle can take care of herself. I just have this feeling of impending doom." Obi-Wan explained.

"I get that same feeling everyday when Shaak walks into the council chamber." Oppo said.

"Yeah. It's probably nothing." Obi-Wan sighed and resumed playing his Gameboy.

The Jedi watched as Yaddle performed somersaults and cartwheels and other acrobatics to keep the tiny plastic ball moving. Cliegg was getting angrier by the second. Mace looked at the score board. It was a tie.

"This last point will determine the winner." Mace told the others.

Cliegg served the ball at Yaddle. Due to his building rage, he was able to hit it extremely hard. Yaddle dove for the ball and her paddle touched it. However the ball was moving too fast. It burned a hole right in the middle of the paddle. Then it landed on the wooden floor with enough impact to make a crater! Yaddle had lost. The other Jedi breathed a sigh of relief.

The two competitors shook hands.

"Great match." Yaddle smiled.

"I'll get you next time my little lime sherbet." Cliegg sneered.

He then started preparing for the next victim...er...opponent. Yaddle joined the other Jedi.

"Great job Yaddle!" Adi cried.

"Lost I did. But I gave it my best." Yaddle said.

"I'm just glad we don't have to worry about anyone getting eaten!" Ki-Adi-Mundi said.

"Me too." The others agreed.

"Let's get back to the hotel and throw party in honor of Yaddle!" Shaak suggested.

The Jedi turned to go out to the van. When suddenly the intercom announced the start of the next match.

"Match number thirty. Winner Cliegg Lars verses challenger Qui-Gon Jinn!" The announcer announced announcefully.

The Jedi froze in their tracks.

"So that's why I had a feeling of impending doom!" Obi-Wan said, "Qui-Gon is here!"

"What if he wins and gets eaten by that Lars guy?" Yoda asked.

They all stood there for a moment in complete silence.

"Who cares?" Mace muttered.

"I don't." Obi-Wan said.

"Me neither." Shaak added.

"Makes no difference to me." Depa shrugged.

"I'd like for him to get eaten." Plo said.

"Okay. Then let's just go." Mace said.

So they did. They entered to hotel lobby only to find it FULL of water! The fancy chairs were floating, the receptionist standing behind the desk was wearing a snorkel and flippers, and a couple of exotic fish had taken up residency there.

"How in the galaxy did this happen?" Depa wondered aloud.

"Uh...um...can't imagine." Mace answered, not wanting to tell the others about his broken sink.

"We aren't going to let this keep us from having a party!" Shaak shouted, "We'll just have to make it a POOL PARTY!"

And with that, the group all jumped into the water. A bunch of beach balls, rafts, and inflatable animals appeared out of nowhere. The Jedi swam around and laughed and had a great time in the flooded hotel.

THE END

...But how did that last ping pong game turn out?

"Mr. Lars, you just need to accept that I am a better ping pong player that you are!" Qui-Gon Jinn snapped.

He and Na'Sheemanah were tied to chairs in Cliegg's basement. Yes, Qui-Gon had defeated Cliegg. And now Cliegg was planning on making Qui-Gon the main course and Na'Sheemanah dessert! How terrible! (But what happened to Qecpfcne, you may wonder. Don't worry; she was smart enough to not get tied to a chair and is probably out flirting at the local bar.)

"Shut up!" Cliegg snorted, "I'm gonna eat both of you and there is nothing you can do about it!"

Na'Sheemanah suddenly got an idea.

"Can I just take out my mirror for a minute? I want to be an appetizing dessert." She said.

Cliegg sighed, "Whatever."

He untied her hands. Na'Sheemanah reached into her pocket and pulled out her handy dandy superdy duperdy travel hairspray! She then proceeded to spray it in Cliegg's eyes! Cliegg screamed as the hairspray burned his retinas! Oh my! Na'sheemanah got up and freed Qui-Gon. She grabbed him by the wrist and ran away.

"I don't know how I can ever repay you, ma'am!" Qui-Gon said.

Na'sheemanah looked at him, "I can think of a few ways, cutie."

The two of them ran off to find a cop to arrest Cliegg.

Oh my! Skanky Twi-lek!

THE END FOR REAL!

Tune in next week for

Part 13:

Jedi Idol