*On the desolate waste of Tatoon's desert, JPO and M2 pull themselves from the wreckage of their ruined escape pod*

M2: True, but we've never hurtled inta a planet at 15 times da speed of sound before!

JPO: I suppose not... but what difference does that make? All it means is that we're stuck out here in the middle of a hot, sandy nowhere, with no food, and no water, and no air conditioning! How did we get into this mess anyway? We're made to suffer... It's not fair... We never get a break!

M2: Yeah we do, Jimmy. All we gots ta do is finish dis scene, den we get anudder break.

JPO: But I can't go on any more! I'm hot! I have chafing sand in my suit! I'm drowning in my own sweat! I have a metal wedgie! And I still have to go to the little boys' room!

JPO: *Whimpering* But there's nothing out here for miles and miles! I'll fry in this suit before we can find shelter! *JPO notices M2 is leaving him behind.* Hey?! Where are you going?

JPO: I'm not going that way! There's too many rocks! *JPO points to the rolling dunes* Why can't we go out that way? It's so much easier!

M2: Dat's because dere ain't nuthin' out there but sand, you dimwit! Dat's tha Dune Sea! Dere's actually people where I'm goin'!

JPO: Oh, yeah? We'll just see about that! *Smacks M2 on the dome, which clangs loudly.*

M2: Yeow! Dat hurt my ears! Take dis! *Rams into JPO, knocking him over on his back.*

JPO: Help! Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! Meowth, I'm sorry! Please! Help me get up before I bake like a potato!

M2: Seeya around, Jimmy! If ya ever manage ta get up, I'll be where dere's people and tings ta drink!

M2: Just watch me! *Starts to roll away, but his wheels gum up.* Hey?! What's dis? *The panel on M2's side starts to open, but it jams.* Hey? What now? I can't get out of this suit! Get me outta here!

M2: Dis is all your fault! If ya hadn't argued wid me, I wouldn'ta had ta knock ya over, and you'da been able to get us outta dis mess!

JPO: And I don't like how you're always popping up and saying "Meowth, dat's right" all the time!

M2: Well, I don't like dat stupid rose a yours, and dat bottlecap collection stinks!

JPO: Don't you insult my bottlecap collection, you little... Hey, who are these funny little hoodie guys?

*The two droids look around in surprise at a multitude of short, robed creatures with glowing eyes and faces concealed by large hoods. The figures snap restraining bolts on both droids, then toss them into the back of their massive rectangular Dunecrawler.*

JPO: I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to get us out of here?

M2: You're da one who got us inta here. Whadda YOU tink we should do?

JPO: Um... uh... I DON'T KNOW!!! They'll probably melt us down or send us to that oil rig!!

M2: Not dat again! Just sit there and shaddap already. At leat dey stood ya up again, and dis ting has air conditionin' too! We can't be in dat bad a trouble!

*A blocky droid with sparking wires stumbles past, leaking some kind of fluid from a hole in its chest.*

Droid: Onk! Onk! Onk! *It continues on past them for a few more feet, then falls over and explodes.*

Director: Well... It wasn't quite how I planned it, but I suppose it was pretty good...

Director: No, we have start again in five minutes. You can have a coffee break, though.

Will the droids be rescued? Will they have to reshoot the scene? Will James EVER get his "break"? Where was everyone else? Who are the funny guys in the hoods? Find out, when Poké Wars continues....