THE BOTTOM LINE
B103 stood alone surround be the Putties. His forces were completely wiped out, metallic arms and legs scattered all over the Moon’s surface. He heard their electronic screams as they were bashed and cut down by the seeming unending stream of Putties. B103 fired his rifle and reduced two Putties to rubble, but there was always more to take their place. Where did these creatures come from?
A Putty flipped through the air and landed a kick that knocked the droid commander’s rifle form his grip. Two more Putties grabbed B103 and pulled his arms taut. “Hey! This was all a misunderstanding!” B103 whined. “Could you just give me a ship back to Geonosi….” A single thrust of a Putty armblade severed B103 from his head, putting an end to his disastrous command.
Squatt and Baboo jumped for joy in the throne room as Finster looked over the balcony in satisfaction. “We did it! We did it! We saved the palace!” Squatt cheered. Finster turned to glare at the two minions. “Just what do you mean ‘we’? Those were MY Putty Patrollers, created by MY machine!”
“Don’t you start that again, Finster!” said Baboo as he ran toward him wagging his finger. “You wouldn’t have been able to make all those Putties without Squatt and me! It’s going to take weeks to wipe the clay out of my…”
“FINSTER! SQUATT! BABOO! WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS YELLING ABOUT?!” The three stopped their arguing as Rita Repulsa made her way down the stairs. They exchanged a look at each other, then slowly all moved in front of Rita to block her view of the balcony. “Oh, nothing, my queen,” said Finster. “Everything is under control. Right?” Squatt and Baboo nodded earnestly. “Oh yes! Completely under control!” Rita gave a suspicious look. “JUST WHAT ARE YOU DOLTS HIDING BACK THERE?”
The three monsters laughed nervously. “Hiding? Us? Oh weren’t hiding nothing,” stammered Squatt. Rita Repulsa roared at the hapless trio, who fell to their knees in fear. “DO YOU FOOLS THINK I’M STUPID?! I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE LYING TO ME! NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY!!” Squatt, Baboo, and Finster scurried out of Rita’s path. As she strode onto the balcony, they hurriedly crept down to Finster’s lab and locked the door. Rita’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the sight. Hundreds of fallen battle droids, Putty Patroller rubble, and a demolished landing ship lay scattered all over the terrain. She whirled around to see her minions had fled. Steam began to come out of her ears as she howled. “I TAKE ONE NAP FOR A HEADACHE AND YOU IDIOTS MAKE A MESS OF MY MOON! COME BACK HERE, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSES OF EVIL!! SHOW YOUR MISERABLE FACES!! ARRRRRRRRRGHH!!!”