Rex: *throws giant snowball at Obi-Wan* Heha!

Obi-Wan: *hits the ground*

Rex: Ummm... General!?!?

Obi-Wan: *unresponsive*

Rex: *pokes Obi-Wan with a stick*

Obi-Wan: *no response*

Rex: *goes pale* Shit...I've just killed the General...and the other General's going to run his pointy blue blade right through me....

Obi-Wan: *presumed dead*

Rex: *grabs a leg and starts yanking it*

Obi-Wan: *leg snaps off*

Rex: *screams and throws leg*

Anakin: *with Padme and 500 bags of shopping*  Honey, do you mind if I speak with Rex for a minute? He and I are planning a little surprise for the 501st.

Padme: Only for a minute; you agreed that it would just be us two for the next 48 hours.

Anakin: *kisses Padme on the cheek* See you in a minute, love.

Rex: *hears it all* Shit! *stares at Obi-Wan's body*

Obi-Wan: *doesn't care*

Rex: *pulls out random pair of sunglasses from back pocket and shoves them over Obi-Wan's face and hulls his 3 limbed body up.

Obi-Wan: *floppy arm is placed on Rex's shoulder*

Rex: *hops on one leg*

Anakin: What the hell are you two doing?

Rex: Err....We both lost a bet last night and now we've got to hop on one leg together for 24 hours, Sir.

Anakin: *raises eyebrow* Are you sure?

Obi-Wan:*reeks of Ginger*

Rex: Haven't you got a wife to please?

Anakin: *rolls eyes* Fair enough...but something doesn't seem quite right.

Padme: Hurry up Ani! We need to get your Sugar Plum Fairy costume fitted for tonight!

Anakin: Why can't I be the Nut Cracker?!

Padme: Yoda is the Nut Cracker! Now move it!

Anakin: Yes....honey. *leaves*

Obi-Wan: *head snaps off*

Rex: [goat scream]

Obi-Wan: *wearing a pug sweater* Hi, Rex.

Rex: *slowly turns* [goat scream]

Obi-Wan: I see you've found one of Kamino's latest creations... A Ginger Bread Obi-Wan...I have no idea how they've managed to get a sample of my DNA...

Rex: *prods Obi-Wan's face and licks the Ginger Bread Kenobi* I thought I killed you....

Random Kamino Scientist: *secretly plucks a strand of hair from obi-wan*

Obi-Wan: Don't worry, these monsters need to be captured and eaten. They just cause trouble...and steal my identity. I can't have anyone stealing my luscious locks now, can we?

Rex: Yes Sir.  Should I call in the cleaning crew?

Obi-Wan: Yeah, why not.

Rex: CLEANING CREW 89.9

Dogma: *falls out of the sky and lands on rear end* Yes boss?

Rex: Clean. *points to the body of Obi-Gingerbread Kenobi*

Dogma: *gets on hands and knees*

Obi-wan: Please...don't do what you're about to do...

Dogma: *eats the Gingerbread's remains from the floor*

Rex: Good boy! *pats head*

Dogma: Woof! Woof!

Obi-Wan: What is this?

Rex: Standard training procedure.

Dogma: *begs for treat* Woof?

Rex: *feeds Dogma a candy cane*

Obi-Wan: I'm going to have a word with Anakin about this...

Rex: Don't bother, sir. I don't think he's going to be in a good mood....

Obi-Wan: *pictures Anakin in a tutu* Oh....Oh.

Rex: I'm going as a Kangaroo tonight.

Obi-Wan: Satine is forcing me to dress up as Jack Frost - she's going as the Snow Queen, or probably Elsa by the time she's finished playing with her hair.

Dogma: Can I go now. It's target practice with Jesse. *smirks*

Rex: Don't use any of that permanent paint. He went nuts the last time Fives tried to use him for target practice.

Dogma: Who said anything about using paint....

Rex: No - you are not shooting your own brother.  Go and get that Nerf gun Kix brought you last Christmas and just blast them at Jesse.

Dogma: YAS!! *gallops off*

Obi-Wan: talking about target practice, when are we having that Snowball Party thing?

Rex: Tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, in Padme & Anakin's apartment.....

Padme: Ani, get out here. Now. That's an order.

Anakin: [Can't breath] I-I-I'm s-s-stuck in a neon pink tutu made for the little green raisin called Yoda. I can't go out with a tutu riding up my rear end....

Padme: Just get out here...

Anakin: *does the walk of shame*

Padme: Umm....Why don't you go as a Christmas Tree?

Anakin: Umm.... Why don't you go ahead without me? So you don't have to witness the horror movie of me trying to yank this pink thing off.

Padme: *dressed in a silver silk dress with a crystal headband.* Just put something Christmassy on.

Anakin: So Jedi robes it is.

Padme: With clean boots. And wash that mop of yours - it reeks of ginger.

Anakin: I will. Now go.

Yoda: *crashes speeder into bedroom.* Here to pick you up, young Skywalker, I am. Looking good, you are. Suits you pink does.

Anakin:  I AM NOT GOING TO THE GALA LIKE THIS!

Yoda: Order you to get your bright pink ass into this expensive speeder, I do. Stole this speeder from Palpatine I did. In big trouble I might be. Not as innocent as you thought, I am.

Anakin: *has many flashbacks of Yoda being a creep, especially in the bathroom.* Yeah right. But I am not leaving the room in this.

Padme: Master Yoda, with all due respect, you are trespassing on Senate property. And I can report this to the authorities, unless yo-

Yoda: *pushes button*

[A grabber emerges from the depths of the speeder and try and grab Anakin.]

Anakin: Stop this, you bad frog! *dodges grabber*

[Grabber grabs Padme and throws her out the window]

Yoda: [creepy laugh] Here, you come.....

Anakin: *kills crane*

Yoda: *turns into a megalomaniac* YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!!!!!!

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At the Gala....

[There is only one cookie left....]

Fives: *wearing shirt with jeans* We will settle this in a civilised matter.  

Echo: We'll flip a coin *pulls coin out of pocket*

Cody: If it's heads we will tackle each other  until there is only one of us left standing...

Wolffe: If it's tails then it's last clone standing, by any means.

Jesse: *covered in Nerf Darts and permanent paint* I am not getting involved in this. OW!

Dogma: *heavily armed and loaded* We're not done yet, Jesse....

Coric: Why am I even here... I hate cookies.

Echo: *dies of cookie hatred*  

[coin lands on tails]

Fives: How dare you! *throws himself at Coric*

[All clones who want the cookie start to beat the crap out of each other]

Rex: *dancing with Ahsoka* Merry Christmas, Ahsoka.

Ahsoka:*dressed in plain red dress* Merry Christmas, Rex.

Echo: *bites Cody's legs*

Cody: OOOOWWWWW!!! *punches Wolffe in the mouth*

Coric: *plays dead*

Dogma: *busy taking out Jesse*

Jesse: *clinging on to Rex's leg for dear life*

Rex: Ignore them, I don't want to ruin this moment.

Ahsoka: *smiles*

[A tornado of Wolf Pack clones break down the door and savagely begin to bite at people]

[The Jedi Council sit around a table staring at all the commotion, finally  (not) free of these immature soldiers.  They can't be arsed to fix the problem]

  Plo Koon: Shouldn't we be doing something about that fight? *points to the tower of zombie - like clones, trying to devour each other's brains.*

Kit Fisto: *drinking a cocktail* What problem?

Mace Windu: *slightly drunk* Relax, my friend. Tonight, we party! And hope we don't end up as parents.

Shak-Ti: Is it me, or does he sound a lot like that idiot - Hondo?

Hondo: Did my best friends call me an idiot? *gasps* I am hurt. Very hurt. Now pay me to make me feel better.

Mace Windu: *stupidly pulls out cheque book and signs all of  the Jedi's fortunes to Hondo*

Hondo: *in awe and shock*  You are too kind my friends...my best friends in fact. Ii knew I could count on you to deliver this to me. Today, I am best friends with all of you. And tomorrow....who knows? Now we drink!

Plo Koon: I'm not even going to start. *stands up* If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. *leaps in to sea of feisty clones*

Blue Haired Kid:[Magically appears from somewhere] *crawls between the feet, ears and teeth of the fighting clones to grab cookie* Yes!

[Every clone stops fighting and mindlessly stares at the kid. And then the cookie.]

Echo: *returns to the land of the living* Mine
Cody: Mine.

Wolffe: Mine

Coric: Mine.

Fives: Mine.

Unnamed clone 1: Mine.

Plo Koon: Mine.

Hondo:.....Mine? Mine!!

Wolf Pack: MINE.

Jesse: Mine.

Dogma: *aims Nerf gun at Boy*

Blue Haired Boy: Uh-Oh.

Cody: MINE *charges at Boy*

Every Clone: MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE. MINE! *charges at the poor boy*