Chapter 3

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Yes!  YES!!   This'll show them!  I'll finally get to go!</div> <bR> <div> Director:  NOOOO!!!! STOP!!!!!  DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT COSTUME COST?!?!?!?!</div> <bR> <div> Jessie:  James, you idiot!  He'll fire you!</div> <bR> <div> James:  *still sawing away*  No, he won't!  I have a contract!  Besides, I don't care!  I'm going to get out of this tin can if it kills me!</div> <bR> <div> Meowth:  It just might!  What if we can't pay da hospital ta reattach your leg?  Huh?  What'll ya do then?</div> <bR> <div> James:  It's a chance I'm willing to take!  YES!!!!  *completing the cut, James manages to get one leg free*  Ooohoohoohoohoo!  Now for my head! </div> <bR> <div> Director:  *Screeches in terror*  NO!  PLEASE!!!  I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON'T RUIN THE SUIT!</div> <bR> <div> James:  BUT I NEED OUT!</div> <bR> <div> Director: OK, OK!  WE'LL GET YOU OUT!....  Just please!  Put down the saw!</div> <bR> <div> James: Well.................. Ok!</div> <bR> <div> *Now that disaster has been averted, filming starts only two and a half hours late.  With James sporting a new silver leg to replace the old gold one, the cast is once again ready for filming.*</div> <bR> <div>  Director:  Ok, folks, I know we've had some delays, so let's get this right on the first take!  Action!</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>Chapter 3: Droids 4 Sale! (By Owner)</B></div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Hey, that sign's wrong!  These guys don't own us!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  So?!  You tink dat's gonna stop dem?  Deese guys is bigger crooks den we are!  Dey don't just steal, dey droidnap and sell fer a profit!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Ooohh... We're doomed!  *A short, robed guy waves a little mechanical device, and indicates that the two droids should get it line.*  Ohhh!!! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!  I'll be good!  </div> <bR> <div> *The guy stares at 3-JPO for a moment, then shrugs and aims the device at the Dunecrawler's door.  He pushes a button on the machine, and the large door closes.  At the press of another button, the Dunecrawler beeps and flashes its almost-totally-hidden headlights.*</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Well dat was dumb...  You got all worked up 'bout a fancy remote thingie!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  *Pouting* I thought it was a gun...  *The hooded figures yell at JPO and M2 incoherently.*  They just told us to shut up, Meowth!  How rude!  *The guys yell at them again and aim more mechanical devices at him.*  You can't scare me!  Those things don't do any-- *JPO gets blasted by an arc of electricity.*  OOOOOWWWW!!!!!  That hurt!  *Deciding not to argue further, JPO shuts up and gets back in line.  Once in his designated "spot," 3-JPO notices two farmers walking toward them, coming from a house that looks like a concrete igloo.*</div> <bR> <div> M2: (Whispering to JPO)  How can dey live in dat ting?  It's gotta be like a oven in dere!</div> <bR> <div> JPO: And it looks so cramped! *He falls silent again, as their captors wave their devices menacingly.*</div> <bR> <div> *The two farmers each take a flyer from one of the short guys, then start examining droids.*</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  *Recognizing the younger of the two newcomers.*  Hey, that's another one of those twerps!  Maybe now we can steal Pika -- OW!!!!!</div> <bR> <div> *The older farmer glances over at him, and scowls.*</div> <bR> <div> Older Farmer:  And you wanted HOW much for that hunk of scrap?  *One robed figure whispers in the farmer's ear.*  Really?  You'll take off that much AND throw in a free astromech?  That ain't bad.  *To JPO*  Do you know how to speak the binary language of moisture vaporators?</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Binary?  That's what computers speak, right?</div> <bR> <div> Woman's voice from the igloo:  Brock!!  Tell your uncle that his wife doesn't want another translator droid yakking Bocce all the time!!!!  And don't give me that "no-choice" excuse any more!!!</div> <bR> <div> Brock, the younger farmer:  Okay, Aunt Delia!  Uh, da.. I mean, Uncle Flint?  Aunt Delia said to tell you that your wife..</div> <bR> <div> Flint:  Yeah, yeah, I heard her...  *Glaring at JPO*  Do you speak Bocce?</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  What's Bocce?</div> <bR> <div> Flint:  I'll take him!!!!  And that purple one too!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  But I ain't PURPLE!!!  *Robed figures shoot him.*  MEEEOWCH!!</div> <bR> <div> *The purple droid titters with pride, and rolls toward Flint.  Upon reaching him, it continues on, rolling off toward the Dune Sea.  Everyone else just stares at it as it rolls off into the distance.*</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Uh, Uncle?  Why don't we take the blue one instead?</div> <bR> <div> Flint:  *Watching the hooded figures chase after the droid.*  Yeah... good idea.  Take them into the shed and clean 'em up.  </div> <bR> <div> Brock:  But I was going into Tosche Station to pick up some power converters!</div> <bR> <div> Flint: *rolling his eyes*  Brock, that girl is so scared of you that she had a restraining order issued!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  But at least I'll get to see Officer Jenny!</div> <bR> <div> Flint:  Shed.  Droids.  Clean.  NOW!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Aww, nuts...</div> <bR> <bR> <div> *Once inside the shed, Brock immediately dumps JPO headfirst into a vat of oil*</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Hey wait.. glug glug glug....  *Standing up, he coughs and sputters.*  Hey wait!  I can move again!  YAY!!!</div> <bR> <div> Brock: *Ignoring the droid, and playing with a model of a fighter that has four wings.*  It's not fair!  I'll never be able to get my own K-Wing and impress all the girls!  Todd's right... I'll never get out of this sandbox!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Is there anything we can do?</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, teleport me off this rock, or get me a girlfriend!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Um... I... don't think so....</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Yeah, whaddya tink we are?  Quantum mechanicists?  We can't do dat kinda stuff!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  I can mow the lawn!</div> <bR> <div> M2:  What lawns ya idiot?!  Dere ain't no grass here.  Dere ain't even any weeds!</div> <bR> <div> Brock: Well, actually, there is this one species of fungus...</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Who cares about dat?</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Well... Nobody...</div> <bR> <div> M2:  And where on dis planet are we anyway?  I gotta get out to dem Gundam Wastes...</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Junden Wastes...</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Whatever!  Just clean me up all presentable-like so I can get goin'!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  *Wishing he was anywhere else except there, listening to the rantings of the new droid.*  Ok, ok, whatever.  Just power down your vocalizer already....  *Picking at a piece of metal wedged into M2's dome, Brock suddenly is shocked by a surge of electricity.*  Oww!!!!</div> <bR> <div> *A holographic figure apppears on the ground in front of them, and starts talking.  Strangely enough, there's no sound.*</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Hey, what's wrong?</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Ya told me ta turn off my voculator thingie.</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Well turn it back on!</div> <bR> <div> *The hologram's sound engages.*</div> <bR> <div> Hologram: Help me Obi-Oak Kenobis, you're my only hope!   Help me Obi-Oak Kenobis, you're my only hope!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  *Squinting at the grainy image.*  Hey, isn't that....</div> <bR> <div> Director:  (Off camera)  A-HEM!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  *Taking the hint* Oh.. Uh... yeah, she's gorgeous!  Who is she?</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  I'm not sure...  It's too fuzzy to tell... I think she's someone who was on board our ship though.  Some dignitary or something.  Maybe she's that senator from Rhessa...  Or that Kubitz president...  Or even one of those funny hat guys!  </div> <bR> <div> Brock:  What ship?</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  The Rebel ship we were in.</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Rebel ship?  You know of the Coalition against the Imperium?</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Yeah, yeah... Been dere, done dat...</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Cool...  *Remembering the hologram, which is still repeating endlessly*  So is there any more to this recording?</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Yeah, but ya ain't gettin' it!  It's fer Obi's eyes only!</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  *Horrified*  Emtwo!  You're gonna get us into trouble!  </div> <bR> <div> Brock:  That's ok, I'll just dig into him until I find that message...  *Grabs a tool which spits a few sparks.*  Hmm... Nah....  *Picks up a blowtorch.*  Yeah!  That's better!  Let's discuss that message again, shall we?</div> <bR> <div> M2: *Gulps audibly*</div> <bR> <div> Delia's Voice:  Brock!  Time for dinner!</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Darn...  Well, we'll talk about this later...  See what you can do with him, uh... what were your names?</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  I'm 3-JPO, and that's M2-D2.</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Oh... ok....  *Leaving the two droids alone, he turns and runs back to the igloo-house*</div> <bR> <div> M2:  Whew...  Dat was close.</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  Yeah..  I don't think he likes you very much.</div> <bR> <div> M2:  *Sarcastically*  No, he loves Me-owth...</div> <bR> <div> JPO:  No really, I don't think he likes you...</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>End Chapter 3</B></div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Oh, yeah... I was SO good!  Now all the girls will se me as a huge movie star and they'll be begging ME for dates!</div> <bR> <div> Meowth:  Yeah, right....</div> <bR> <div> James:  Hey!  That oil loosened up my suit so well that I can take it off without help now!</div> <bR> <div> Director:  Nooooooooo!!!!!!  You mean you cut up that leg for nothing?!</div> <bR> <div> James:  Yep, I guess so!</div> <bR> <div> *The director smacks his forehead, and runs off the stage, muttering things that will definitely not be mentioned here.*</div> <bR> <div> Jessie:  *Grabbing the director before he can get too far.*  Hey!  I'm still waiting for that part!  When do I get my chance onstage?</div> <bR> <div> Director:  *Screaming like a lunatic*  <B>Fine!  I'll give you a role already!  Just stop asking me!</B>  *Wrenching himself free from Jessie's grasp, the Director completes his escape.*</div> <bR> <div> James:  Why was he so mad?</div> <bR> <div> Jessie:  I don't know...  Maybe it was because I kept waking him up at 3 a.m. to ask him for a role in the movie...</div> <bR> <div> Brock:  Oh yeah, that'll do it....</div> <bR> <div> What will Brock do to M2-D2?  Who's the hologram? (like you don't know)  What part is Jessie going to play?  Is anyone still wondering who Darth Voder is?  And where in the world are Ash and Pikachu?</div> <bR> <div> Find out, as Poké Wars continues...</div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>