yoda has a bad day

The sun streamed through the crack in his curtains, playing across his face. It was this that woke the Jedi Master Yoda up. He frowned, sniffing, as he smelt burnt out wiring and hot plastic. He looked toward his alarm clock, and found the source of the smell.

Power surge, must have been, he thought to himself, then a thought crossed his mind.

He leapt out of bed and hurried across to his holovid player. The holovid inside was now a melted mess. Yoda frowned, picking it up and turning it over in his hands.

Unfortunate this is. My favourite it was.

As he got dressed, Yoda wondered if it would be possible to replace the vid. He had obtained it from a nearby Cantina, and had used a mind trick to persuade the owners to allow him to have it. It had been worth it, and he had enjoyed watching it.

The vid had been recorded via the Cantina’s security system on the night he and Master Mace Windu had gone out to celebrate Yoda’s birthday. Yoda had challenged Mace to a drinking game, and, when Mace wasn’t looking, Yoda had tipped his drink into a nearby pot plant. Mace had gotten extraordinarily drunk, and had performed some very interesting tabletop dancing.

Yoda was going to miss that holovid.

He opened the curtains, and was surprised to find that the sun had risen above the tops of the buildings of Coruscant. Slept in, I have. Bad, this is.

He opened his wardrobe and groaned. The laundry hadn’t come back, which meant all he had left were his florescent pink shirt, orange pants, and his old, tattered robe. Pulling them out, he hurriedly got dressed.

He was almost finished when he heard the sounds of running footsteps outside his door. He hurried to it and threw it open.

“Stop, you will!”

The three skidded to a halt, and Yoda’s ears pricked as he recognised the three teenagers; Carl Maganna, Hannah Langanna, and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“Hello, Master Yoda!” Obi-Wan said, grinning. “Nice shirt!”

Yoda scowled. “Forget you said that, I will. Now, rung along you must. Looking for you, I’m sure your Masters are.”

“They’re meeting the council,” Hannah replied. “And they’re all wondering where you are.”

Yoda waved them off, and watched as they turned and moved off, laughing hard. Carl hung back.

“Master Yoda, you’ve...” he pointed to Yoda’s legs, trying to cover his smile as he followed the others.

Looking down, Yoda realized he had forgotten his pants.