Title: TINY BUBBLES
Summery: In this fic, Anakin invents something he's very proud of... until the Dark side interferes... dun dun DUN
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. This disclaimer is valid for any other stories I wish to add to this.
A/N: If you enjoy this story, please leave a review. I have lots more ideas for this series!
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* It was 7:00 am on a Sunday morning. Obi-Wan Kenobi was woken up MUCH earlier than he would have liked by his 14-year-old apprentice, Anakin Skywalker.*
Anakin: *jumping on Obi-Wan's bed* Master! Master, get up!
Obi-Wan: Mmmph *rolls over and hides under his blanket*
Anakin: Wakey wakey! *pulls off covers and throws open the curtains*
Obi-Wan: Uuunghhh... *covers head with pillow*
Anakin: *steals pillow* Rise and Shine! I made waffles!
Obi-Wan: Huuhhh?
Anakin: Force, Master, you gotta broaden your vocabulary. Come on! Those waffles are probably getting cold! *uses the Force to lift the Jedi Knight off his bed, then drops him on the hardwood floor.
Obi-Wan: Ow.
Anakin: Race you to the table, Master! *runs out the door*
Obi-Wan: I can't move.
Anakin: *poking his head back in the door* What was that, Master?
Obi-Wan: I think my back is broken.
Anakin: Well... last one to breakfast is a rotten egg! *runs back out of the room*
*later, a disheveled Obi-Wan drags himself into the room, wearing a fuzzy plaid bathrobe, his favourite bunny slippers, and a scowl*
Anakin: Hurry up and eat. And don't blame me if those waffles are cold. They've been out for nearly an hour.
Obi-Wan: *sits down and starts to eat his stale waffles* May I ask why you're up so early on a Sunday? If my memory serves me correctly, you'd sleep till noon, if left to your own devices.
Anakin: Oh, I never went to sleep, Master.
Obi-Wan: You're awfully peppy for a boy who hasn't slept in a 24 hours.
Anakin: It's the coffee. They make good coffee at that café downstairs, Master. I drank about twelve cups, so I was up all night.
Obi-Wan: Why would you WANT to stay up all night?
Anakin: Well, I was working on an invention.
Obi-Wan: *head in his hands* Oh no...
Anakin: It's okay, Master. This one didn't blow up.
Obi-Wan: Yet.
Anakin: You'll never guess what it is.
Obi-Wan: A protocol droid, to help with the chores?
Anakin: Noo... But that's a good idea. I need some help.
Obi-Wan: I give up. What did you make THIS time? *braces himself*
Anakin: *dramaticaly* THIS! *holds up a glass jar of clear fluid*
Obi-Wan: Water?
Anakin: Nope. THIS is my Skywalker SUper Bubble!
Obi-Wan: Come again?
Anakin: Skywalker SUper Bubble! Just think, Master! I'll make a fortune!
Obi-Wan: Off a glass of water?
Anakin: Skywalker SUper Bubble!
Obi-Wan: Whatever. What does it do?
Anakin: *gapes* It makes bubbles, duh. *demonstrates my taking a piece of wire with a loop on the end, taking a beep breath, and blowing a bubble the size - and shape - of Obi-Wan's head*
Obi-Wan: *staring at his bubble double - heehee! bubble double!* How did you do that?
Anakin: It's just the way it works. If you consentrate hard enough, you can make bubbles shaped like anything you want!
Obi-Wan: *streaches out a finger to try and pop the bubble. it won't pop* Why won't it pop?
Anakin: *happily* They're indestructible. Isn't it great? It's art!
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Art!
Obi-Wan: Ack! They can talk?
Anakin: *shocked* well, saying as it just did, I'm guessing... yeah?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: *to Anakin* Give me a body.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: So I can weild a weapon.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: So I can take over the galaxy.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Because I'm evil.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: It's a living.
Anakin: Oh.
Obi-Wan: Anakin. You've created a bubble of the Dark side. Destroy it!
Anakin: I'd love to, Master, really. There's just one minor problem.
Obi-Wan: And what's that?
Anakin: THEY'RE INDESTRUCTABLE, REMEMBER?
Obi-Wan: Oh yeah...
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Anakin: Shutcher cake-hole.
Obi-Wan: Wait. Did you say... They?
Anakin: Uhh... possibly.
Obi-Wan: Where are they?
Anakin: Elsewhere. Elusive.
Obi-Wan: Stop using my words, Anakin.
Anakin: Yes, Master.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: COME FOREWARD, MY MINIONS! AGENTS OF DARKNESS!
Anakin: Darkness has Agents? Does it have attournies too?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Duh. Who do you think represents it in court?
Anakin: Good point.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: MINIONS! HERE! NOW!
*there is a sound like many objects hitting Anakin's bedroom door. It rattles*
Obi-Wan: Anakin... please don't tell me there are evil bubbles in your room.
Anakin: ...Okay then, I won't tell you.
*Anakin's door is swept off it's hinges*
Obi-Wan: That's coming out of your allowance, Anakin.
*evil bubbles spew out of his room. Bubbles shaped like lightsabers, Jedi Masters, Starships, potted plants, Shmi Skywalker, Padmé Naberrie and a Bantha storm out*
Evil Bubbles: Maaaaaaaaasteeeer. We seek to do thy evil biddiiiing.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: First Kill the Boy and his Master.
Obi-Wan: *squeak*
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: But don't harm the Skywalker SUper Bubble. We shall find a Being to blow us more followers. These two know too much. Kill them now...
Obi-Wan: Anakin?
Anakin: Yes, Master?
Obi-Wan: You're grounded.
Anakin: I love you too, Master.
*the bubbles are closing in, ready to squeeze the life out of the two terrified Jedi, when there is a knock at the door*
Obi-Wan: Who is it?
Yoda: Master Yoda, It is. Come in, May I?
Obi-Wan: *straining against his bubble-bonds* We're a bit tied up at the moment, but, if you have a key...
Yoda: *comes inside the apartment* Party, I heard you were having, Master Obi-Wan. Not invited, why was I?
Obi-Wan: There Must be some mistake, we're not having a party.
Yoda: Suure. But, here now, I am. *looks around* Dull party, this is, Master Obi-Wan. Music, you need.
Obi-Wan: But I--
Yoda: *takes a CD out of his pocket and puts it in the stereo*
CD: Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.
Evil Bubbles: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*Yoda has found an elvis wig somewhere in his pocket. He is wearing it and dancing. Disco*
CD: Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Evil Bubbles: *slowly sink to the floor, melting into puddles of stick goo*
*A disco ball comes out of the ceiling and turns slowly above the mini Jedi Master*
CD: Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Obi-Wan: *ears covered, runs over to turn off the stereo*
Yoda: Do that, why did you?
Obi-Wan: Party's over, thanks for comin', bye. *pushes Yoda outside, tossing to Bee Gees CD after him and slamming the door.
Yoda: Rude, you are, Master Obi-Wan. Go to finishing school, you should *hobbles away singing "stayin' alive" under his breath*
Obi-Wan: Anakin?
Anakin: Yes, Master?
Obi-Wan: Destroy that stuff--
Anakin: Skywalker SUper bubble.
Obi-Wan: Whatever. Destroy it, and clean up this mess. I need ibuprofen.
Anakin: Master?
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: Am I still grounded?
Obi-Wan: You bet.
Anakin: For how long?
Obi-Wan: Until you become one with the Force, If you don't shut your trap and get to work THIS MINUTE.
Anakin: Yes, Master.
Summery: In this fic, Anakin invents something he's very proud of... until the Dark side interferes... dun dun DUN
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. This disclaimer is valid for any other stories I wish to add to this.
A/N: If you enjoy this story, please leave a review. I have lots more ideas for this series!
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* It was 7:00 am on a Sunday morning. Obi-Wan Kenobi was woken up MUCH earlier than he would have liked by his 14-year-old apprentice, Anakin Skywalker.*
Anakin: *jumping on Obi-Wan's bed* Master! Master, get up!
Obi-Wan: Mmmph *rolls over and hides under his blanket*
Anakin: Wakey wakey! *pulls off covers and throws open the curtains*
Obi-Wan: Uuunghhh... *covers head with pillow*
Anakin: *steals pillow* Rise and Shine! I made waffles!
Obi-Wan: Huuhhh?
Anakin: Force, Master, you gotta broaden your vocabulary. Come on! Those waffles are probably getting cold! *uses the Force to lift the Jedi Knight off his bed, then drops him on the hardwood floor.
Obi-Wan: Ow.
Anakin: Race you to the table, Master! *runs out the door*
Obi-Wan: I can't move.
Anakin: *poking his head back in the door* What was that, Master?
Obi-Wan: I think my back is broken.
Anakin: Well... last one to breakfast is a rotten egg! *runs back out of the room*
*later, a disheveled Obi-Wan drags himself into the room, wearing a fuzzy plaid bathrobe, his favourite bunny slippers, and a scowl*
Anakin: Hurry up and eat. And don't blame me if those waffles are cold. They've been out for nearly an hour.
Obi-Wan: *sits down and starts to eat his stale waffles* May I ask why you're up so early on a Sunday? If my memory serves me correctly, you'd sleep till noon, if left to your own devices.
Anakin: Oh, I never went to sleep, Master.
Obi-Wan: You're awfully peppy for a boy who hasn't slept in a 24 hours.
Anakin: It's the coffee. They make good coffee at that café downstairs, Master. I drank about twelve cups, so I was up all night.
Obi-Wan: Why would you WANT to stay up all night?
Anakin: Well, I was working on an invention.
Obi-Wan: *head in his hands* Oh no...
Anakin: It's okay, Master. This one didn't blow up.
Obi-Wan: Yet.
Anakin: You'll never guess what it is.
Obi-Wan: A protocol droid, to help with the chores?
Anakin: Noo... But that's a good idea. I need some help.
Obi-Wan: I give up. What did you make THIS time? *braces himself*
Anakin: *dramaticaly* THIS! *holds up a glass jar of clear fluid*
Obi-Wan: Water?
Anakin: Nope. THIS is my Skywalker SUper Bubble!
Obi-Wan: Come again?
Anakin: Skywalker SUper Bubble! Just think, Master! I'll make a fortune!
Obi-Wan: Off a glass of water?
Anakin: Skywalker SUper Bubble!
Obi-Wan: Whatever. What does it do?
Anakin: *gapes* It makes bubbles, duh. *demonstrates my taking a piece of wire with a loop on the end, taking a beep breath, and blowing a bubble the size - and shape - of Obi-Wan's head*
Obi-Wan: *staring at his bubble double - heehee! bubble double!* How did you do that?
Anakin: It's just the way it works. If you consentrate hard enough, you can make bubbles shaped like anything you want!
Obi-Wan: *streaches out a finger to try and pop the bubble. it won't pop* Why won't it pop?
Anakin: *happily* They're indestructible. Isn't it great? It's art!
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Art!
Obi-Wan: Ack! They can talk?
Anakin: *shocked* well, saying as it just did, I'm guessing... yeah?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: *to Anakin* Give me a body.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: So I can weild a weapon.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: So I can take over the galaxy.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Because I'm evil.
Anakin: Why?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: It's a living.
Anakin: Oh.
Obi-Wan: Anakin. You've created a bubble of the Dark side. Destroy it!
Anakin: I'd love to, Master, really. There's just one minor problem.
Obi-Wan: And what's that?
Anakin: THEY'RE INDESTRUCTABLE, REMEMBER?
Obi-Wan: Oh yeah...
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Anakin: Shutcher cake-hole.
Obi-Wan: Wait. Did you say... They?
Anakin: Uhh... possibly.
Obi-Wan: Where are they?
Anakin: Elsewhere. Elusive.
Obi-Wan: Stop using my words, Anakin.
Anakin: Yes, Master.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: COME FOREWARD, MY MINIONS! AGENTS OF DARKNESS!
Anakin: Darkness has Agents? Does it have attournies too?
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: Duh. Who do you think represents it in court?
Anakin: Good point.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: MINIONS! HERE! NOW!
*there is a sound like many objects hitting Anakin's bedroom door. It rattles*
Obi-Wan: Anakin... please don't tell me there are evil bubbles in your room.
Anakin: ...Okay then, I won't tell you.
*Anakin's door is swept off it's hinges*
Obi-Wan: That's coming out of your allowance, Anakin.
*evil bubbles spew out of his room. Bubbles shaped like lightsabers, Jedi Masters, Starships, potted plants, Shmi Skywalker, Padmé Naberrie and a Bantha storm out*
Evil Bubbles: Maaaaaaaaasteeeer. We seek to do thy evil biddiiiing.
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: First Kill the Boy and his Master.
Obi-Wan: *squeak*
Obi-Wan's Bubble Double: But don't harm the Skywalker SUper Bubble. We shall find a Being to blow us more followers. These two know too much. Kill them now...
Obi-Wan: Anakin?
Anakin: Yes, Master?
Obi-Wan: You're grounded.
Anakin: I love you too, Master.
*the bubbles are closing in, ready to squeeze the life out of the two terrified Jedi, when there is a knock at the door*
Obi-Wan: Who is it?
Yoda: Master Yoda, It is. Come in, May I?
Obi-Wan: *straining against his bubble-bonds* We're a bit tied up at the moment, but, if you have a key...
Yoda: *comes inside the apartment* Party, I heard you were having, Master Obi-Wan. Not invited, why was I?
Obi-Wan: There Must be some mistake, we're not having a party.
Yoda: Suure. But, here now, I am. *looks around* Dull party, this is, Master Obi-Wan. Music, you need.
Obi-Wan: But I--
Yoda: *takes a CD out of his pocket and puts it in the stereo*
CD: Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man: no time to talk. Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born. And now it's all right. It's OK. And you may look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times' effect on man.
Evil Bubbles: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
*Yoda has found an elvis wig somewhere in his pocket. He is wearing it and dancing. Disco*
CD: Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Evil Bubbles: *slowly sink to the floor, melting into puddles of stick goo*
*A disco ball comes out of the ceiling and turns slowly above the mini Jedi Master*
CD: Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Obi-Wan: *ears covered, runs over to turn off the stereo*
Yoda: Do that, why did you?
Obi-Wan: Party's over, thanks for comin', bye. *pushes Yoda outside, tossing to Bee Gees CD after him and slamming the door.
Yoda: Rude, you are, Master Obi-Wan. Go to finishing school, you should *hobbles away singing "stayin' alive" under his breath*
Obi-Wan: Anakin?
Anakin: Yes, Master?
Obi-Wan: Destroy that stuff--
Anakin: Skywalker SUper bubble.
Obi-Wan: Whatever. Destroy it, and clean up this mess. I need ibuprofen.
Anakin: Master?
Obi-Wan: What?
Anakin: Am I still grounded?
Obi-Wan: You bet.
Anakin: For how long?
Obi-Wan: Until you become one with the Force, If you don't shut your trap and get to work THIS MINUTE.
Anakin: Yes, Master.