((6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...)) A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away... A vast sea of stars serves as the backdrop for the main title. War drums echo through the heavens as a rollup slowly crawls into infinity. CROW: "So, this is going to take a while?" STAR WARS Episode IV: A New Hope It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire. During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire's ultimate weapon, the Death Star, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet. CROW: "Sound familiar, Mike?" MIKE: "Oh, come on now, Crow, that was uncalled for! The past is the past. And besides, it wasn't my fault that..." SERVO: "Mike, you know, at some point you're just going to have to begin accepting the consequences of your actions. I mean, sure, a planet here or there isn't much, I'll grant you. But that's only the beginning, isn't it? Soon, it's a sector or two, and then whole empires and federations begin to disappear, and then you've got real problems." MIKE: "But..." SERVO: "Enough, Mike; we can discuss this later... AGAIN." Pursued by the Empire's sinister agents, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, MIKE: "The '200 Meter Dash'." custodian of the stolen plans SERVO(in moron voice): "Duh, yup, just gotta keep cleaning these plans, and everything will be all right." that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy... The awesome yellow planet of Tatooine emerges from a total eclipse, her two moons glowing against the darkness. A tiny silver spacecraft, a Rebel Blockade Runner, firing lasers from the back of the ship, CROW: "We're losing firepower! Keep shoveling in those burritos!" races through space. It is pursed by a giant Imperial Star Destroyer. Hundreds of deadly laser bolts streak from the Imperial Star Destroyer, causing the main solar fin of the Rebel craft to disintegrate. INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN PASSAGEWAY. An explosion rocks the ship as two robots, Artoo-Detoo (R2-D2) and See-Threepio (C-3PO), struggle to make their way through the shaking, bouncing passageway. Both robots are old and battered. CROW: "Battered or marinated, they'll make a great side dish." SERVO: "Cannibal!" Artoo is a short, claw-armed tripod. His face is a mass of computer lights surrounding a radar eye. Threepio, on the other hand, is a tall, slender robot of human proportions. CROW: "And what proportions they are, too!" He has a gleaming bronze-like metallic surface of an Art Deco design. Another blast shakes them as they struggle along their way. THREEPIO: Did you hear that? They've shut down the main reactor. We'll be destroyed for sure. This is madness! CROW: "No, THIS is madness: (as his head starts spinning around) AAAAA-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!" MIKE: "Umm, Servo... do you wanna switch seats with me?" SERVO: "No, Mike." Rebel troopers rush past the robots and take up positions in the main passageway. They aim their weapons toward the door. MIKE: "Bad door! BAD!" THREEPIO: We're doomed! The little R2 unit makes a series of electronic sounds that only another robot could understand. CROW AND SERVO: "What??" THREEPIO: There'll be no escape for the Princess this time. CROW: "Is HE the villain?" MIKE: "Kind of unlikely-looking, isn't he?" SERVO: "I bet he has a bunch of secret compartments where he stores weapons." CROW: "Aaah." MIKE: "Good call, Servo." Artoo continues making beeping sounds. Tension mounts as loud metallic latches clank and the scream of heavy equipment are heard moving around the outside hull of the ship. THREEPIO: What's that? SERVO: "A hailstorm." EXTERIOR: SPACECRAFT IN SPACE. ALL THREE: "DUH!" The Imperial craft has easily overtaken the Rebel Blockade Runner. The smaller Rebel ship is being drawn into the underside dock of the giant Imperial starship. MIKE(in official-sounding professorial voice): "Next on the Discovery Channel: the mating practices of the Imperial Star Destroyer." INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER. CROW: "Hmm... that was fast!" The nervous Rebel troopers aim their weapons. MIKE: "Again? Didn't they already aim them at the door?" Suddenly a tremendous blast opens up a hole in the main passageway and a score of fearsome armored spacesuited stormtroopers make their way into the smoke-filled corridor. In a few minutes the entire passageway is ablaze with laser fire. SERVO: "A few MINUTES!? What, did they exchange cordial greetings first?" The deadly bolts ricochet in wild random patterns creating huge explosions. Stormtroopers scatter and duck behind storage lockers. Laser bolts hit several Rebel soldiers who scream and stagger through the smoke, holding shattered arms and faces. An explosion hits near the robots. THREEPIO: I should have known better than to trust the logic of a half-sized thermocapsulary dehousing assister... CROW: "Hey! They didn't tell us this was a Star Trek movie!" Artoo counters with an angry rebuttal as the battle rages around the two hapless robots. INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- MAIN HALLWAY. The awesome, seven-foot-tall Dark Lord of the Sith makes his way into the blinding light of the main passageway. This is Darth Vader, right hand of the Emperor. MIKE: "The Emperor is Voltron?" His face is obscured by his flowing black robes and grotesque breath mask, which stands out next to the fascist white armored suits of the Imperial stormtroopers. SERVO: "So this would make Vader what, then... a Libertarian?" Everyone instinctively backs away from the imposing warrior and a deathly quiet sweeps through the Rebel troops. Several of the Rebel troops break and run in a frenzied panic. MIKE: "Jerks." INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER. A woman's hand puts a card into an opening in Artoo's dome. Artoo makes beeping sounds. CROW: "I'd make beeping sounds, too!" INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER. SERVO: "OK, we get the point! This is a substandard Rebel Blockade Runner. Jeez, why do they have to tell us this every couple of lines?" MIKE: "That's 'interior', not 'inferior', Servo." SERVO: "Well, yeah, that too." Threepio stands in a hallway, somewhat bewildered. Artoo is nowhere in sight. The pitiful screams of the doomed Rebel soldiers can be heard in the distance. THREEPIO: Artoo! Artoo-Detoo, where are you? CROW: "Ready or not, here I come!" A familiar clanking sound attracts Threepio's attention and he spots little Artoo at the end of the hallway in a smoke-filled alcove. A beautiful young woman stands in front of Artoo. Surreal and out of place, dreamlike and half hidden in the smoke, she finishes adjusting something on Artoo's computer face, SERVO: "Wiping off her lipstick... that lucky little 'droid!" then watches as the little robot joins his companion. THREEPIO: At last! Where have you been? Stormtroopers can be heard battling in the distance. THREEPIO: They're heading in this direction. What are we going to do? We'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel or smashed into who knows what! Artoo scoots past his bronze friend and races down the subhallway. Threepio chases after him. THREEPIO: Wait a minute, where are you going? Artoo responds with electronic beeps. MIKE(in ominous voice): "The evolution of the Atari 2600 never ends...." INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- CORRIDOR The evil Darth Vader stands amid the broken and twisted bodies of his foes. He grabs a wounded Rebel Officer by the neck as an Imperial Officer rushes up to the Dark Lord. CROW: "Can I have some candy, Daddy?" IMPERIAL OFFICER: The Death Star plans are not in the main computer. Vader squeezes the neck of the Rebel Officer, who struggles in vain. VADER: Where are those transmissions you intercepted? Vader lifts the Rebel off his feet by his throat. VADER: What have you done with those plans? REBEL OFFICER: We intercepted no transmissions. Aaah.... This is a consular ship. We're on a diplomatic mission. SERVO: "We have an important meeting with the sand on Tatooine." VADER: If this is a consular ship... where is the Ambassador? The Rebel refuses to speak but eventually cries out as the Dark Lord begins to squeeze the officer's throat, CROW(in strained voice): "You're... choking me... I'd tell you... can't get... the words out.... creating a gruesome snapping and choking, until the soldier goes limp. Vader tosses the dead soldier against the wall and turns to his troops. MIKE(as Rebel): "Uh... I'm not QUITE dead...." VADER: Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans and bring me the Ambassador. I want her alive! ALL THREE: "So do we!" The stormtroopers scurry into the subhallways. INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY. The lovely young girl huddles in a small alcove as the stormtroopers search through the ship. She is Princess Leia Organa, a member of the Imperial Senate. The fear in her eyes slowly gives way to anger as the muted crushing sounds of the approaching stormtroopers grow louder. One of the troopers spots her. MIKE: "Not a word, Crow!" CROW: "Huh?" TROOPER: There she is! Set for stun! SERVO: "These guys need some serious field training: like don't give away your position to the enemy!" Leia steps from her hiding place and blasts a trooper with her laser pistol. She starts to run but is felled by a paralyzing ray. The troopers inspect her inert body. CROW: "For about twenty minutes." TROOPER: She'll be alright. Inform Lord Vader we have a prisoner. MIKE: "But, I don't wanna." INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- SUBHALLWAY. Artoo stops before the small hatch of an emergency lifepod. He snaps the seal on the main latch and a red warning light begins to flash. The stubby astro-robot works his way into the cramped four-man pod. THREEPIO: Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure... Artoo beeps something to him. CROW: "Yeah, 'Beep you!'" THREEPIO: Don't call me a mindless philosopher, SERVO: "There's another kind?" you overweight glob of grease! Now come out before somebody sees you. Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding the mission he is about to perform. THREEPIO: Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm not getting in there! Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubbornness, and he beeps and twangs angrily. A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris through the narrow subhallway. Flames lick at Threepio and, after a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the lanky robot jumps into the lifepod. THREEPIO: I'm going to regret this. CROW: "But it'll build character." INTERIOR: IMPERIAL STAR DESTROYER. On the main viewscreen, the lifepod carrying the two terrified robots speeds away from the stricken Rebel spacecraft. CHIEF PILOT: There goes another one. MIKE: (country policeman voice): "Gotta be doin' at least seventy, seventy-five." CAPTAIN: Hold your fire. There are no life forms. It must have short-circuited. INTERIOR: LIFEPOD. Artoo and Threepio look out at the receding Imperial starship. Stars circle as the pod rotates through the galaxy. THREEPIO: That's funny; the damage doesn't look as bad from out here. Artoo beeps an assuring response. THREEPIO: Are you sure this thing is safe? INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- HALLWAY Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord stares hard at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move. MIKE: "Thwow her to the fwoor." LEIA: Darth Vader; I should have known. Only you could be so bold. The Imperial Senate will not sit still for this -- when they hear you've attacked a diplomatic... VADER: Don't play games with me, Your Highness -- SERVO: "What about... nah. Old joke." MIKE: "Excellent judgement, my metallic friend." you weren't on any mercy mission this time. You passed directly through a restricted system. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by Rebel spies. I want to know what happened to the plans they sent you. LEIA: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan... VADER: You're a part of the Rebel Alliance... and a traitor. Take her away! Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the smoldering hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial Commander turns to Vader. COMMANDER: Holding her is dangerous. CROW: "But somebody's gotta do it." If word of this gets out, it could generate sympathy for the Rebellion in the Senate. VADER: I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base! COMMANDER: She'll die before she tells you anything. VADER: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the Senate that all aboard were killed! Another Imperial Officer approaches Vader and the Commander. They stop and snap to attention. SECOND OFFICER: Lord Vader, the battle station plans are not aboard this ship! And no transmissions were made. An escape pod was jettisoned during the fighting, but no life forms were aboard. Vader turns to the Commander. VADER: She must have hidden the plans in the escape pod. Send a detachment down to retrieve them. MIKE: "How detached should they be, sir?" See to it personally, Commander. There'll be no one to stop us this time. COMMANDER: Yes, sir. EXTERIOR: SPACE. The Imperial Star Destroyer comes over the surface of the planet Tatooine. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT. The Jundland Wastes, where the rugged desert mesas meet the foreboding Dune Sea. The two helpless astro-droids kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the distance rests half buried in the sand. THREEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life. Artoo answers with beeping sounds. THREEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen. SERVO: "And you've gone what, about 300 feet from the escape pod?" Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds. THREEPIO: What a desolate place this is. Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio stops and yells at him. THREEPIO: Where are you going? A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small robot. CROW: "Please tell me he's not singing the Macarena." THREEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way is much easier. Artoo counters with a long whistle. THREEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there? Artoo continues to make beeping sounds. THREEPIO: Don't get technical with me. Artoo continues to make beeping sounds. ALL THREE: "Shut up!" THREEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile! Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in the direction of the vast Dune Sea. THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, MIKE: "Don't worry; I won't!" because you won't get it. Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering mesas. THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way. Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant mountains. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNE SEA. Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless miles. He looks back in the direction of the now- distant rock mesas. THREEPIO: That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He tricked me into going this way... but he'll do no better. In a huff of anger and frustration, Threepio knocks the sand from his joints. His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving towards him. THREEPIO: Wait, what's that? SERVO: "Taxi? Taxi!" A transport! I'm saved! The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the approaching transport. THREEPIO: Over here! Help! Please, help! MIKE: "Yes, help us all! End this cheesy movie!" CROW: "Mike, has that ever worked before?" MIKE: "Well, uh..." CROW: "Then just FORGET IT, OK?" EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SUNSET. The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes. He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way. SERVO: "No! Wait! Go back!" In the distance, a few pebbles tumble down the steep canyon wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow path. The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until suddenly, out of nowhere, MIKE: "Well, I think it actually probably came from SOMEWHERE." a powerful magnetic ray shoots out of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back. His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the trail. ALL THREE: "Dink dink, dink dink dink DINK DINK dink!" EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET. The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked into the giant machine. MIKE: "Hey, you guys, Ross Perot was right!" The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA. It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo switches on a small floodlight on his forehead CROW: "Hey, Servo, I thought you said Threepio was the one with all the attachments?" SERVO: "Just wait, my friend. I'm sure it's only a matter of time." and stumbles around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and maimed astro-robots. MIKE: "They got a little rough during their rugby game." He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end of the chamber. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA. Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation, while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls out from the gloom. THREEPIO: Artoo? Artoo-Detoo! It is you! It IS you! A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him. CROW: "I think this confirms what we already know about Threepio's... 'orientation'." EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET. The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain ridge. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- DAY. Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about SERVO: "First the droids mill about, now the stormtroopers. I think General Mills has a little not-so-subtle product placement going on here." in front of the half-buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A trooper yells to an officer some distance away. FIRST TROOPER: Someone was in the pod. MIKE: "The Pod People?" The tracks go off in this direction. A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand and gives it to the first trooper. SECOND TROOPER: Look, sir -- droids. SERVO: "And they're shedding!" EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNES. The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER. Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off. THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up! Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops, creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men. CROW(as one of the robots): "It's about time they installed shock absorbers on this thing!" Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo CROW: "See? Villain. Told you!" whose computer lights pop on as he begins beeping. SERVO: "Oh, not again!" MIKE: "Well, at least he's not John Agar." SERVO: "Mike, I warned you never to mention... that NAME... ever again!!" At the far end of the long chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white light. A dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd assortment of robots. THREEPIO: We're doomed. A Jawa starts moving toward them. THREEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down? Artoo responds, making beeping sounds. CROW: "I hope they melt HIM down, at least." THREEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end? MIKE: "Hey, that's just what we're asking!" EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON. The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of the enormous Sandcrawler, SERVO: "Ooh, a firing squad! This should be fun!" CROW: "No, it's a police lineup." MIKE: "You guys are both wrong. They're at the DMV for their license photos. I remember what that was like, although I never actually saw them take the picture. I had this really big goober that was bothering me, see..." CROW: "Alright, Mike, we get the picture." MIKE: "No, I got the picture. In fact, I still have it around here somewhere." He starts fidgeting around in his seat, looking for his wallet, and continues doing so throughout the next scene. which is parked beside a small homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small adobe block house. The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots, straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented metallic elbow. The shrouded little creatures smell horribly, attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths and nostrils should be. SERVO: "That's why their eyes glow: they're like bug zappers!" CROW: "Mike, what are you DOING!?" MIKE: "I'm tryin' to find my license." SERVO: "We don't want to SEE your license, Mike!" MIKE: "No, no, I'm sure you'll like it once you see it. I guess it's not here, though; I'll have to show you later." CROW: "Dear God, please make him forget." MIKE: "Forget what, Crow?" CROW: "Oh, nothing. And thanks, Big Guy!" Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. SERVO: "President Clinton?" His reddish eyes are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump-shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales pitch in a queer, unintelligible language. CROW: "So this is the San Francisco of Tatooine?" A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the homestead. MIKE: "Or is it one of the huge holes in the movie's plot?" Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru standing in the main courtyard. BERU: Luke, tell Owen if he gets a translator to be sure it speaks Bocce. SERVO: "Why would it speak an Italian bowling game?" LUKE: It doesn't look like we have much of a choice, but I'll remind him. Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment for sale with the Jawa leader. OWEN: (to Threepio) You -- I suppose you're programmed for etiquette and protocol. CROW: "Is this the famed 'Mr. Manners'?" THREEPIO: Protocol? Why, it's my primary function, sir. OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid. THREEPIO: (quickly) Of course you haven't, sir -- not in an environment such as this -- that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that... OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators. MIKE: "Would that be, 'drip, drip, drip'?" THREEPIO: Vaporators! Sir -- my first job was programming binary load lifters, very similar to your vaporators in most respects. You could say... OWEN: Do you speak Bocce? THREEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for me... I'm as fluent in Bocce... OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one. THREEPIO: Shutting up, sir. SERVO: "That's a first." OWEN: Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to have both of them cleaned up before dinner. LUKE: But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters... CROW: "I already don't like the kid." OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done. Now come on, get to it! LUKE: All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on, Red, let's go! As the Jawas start to lead the remaining robots back into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little beep and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is restrained by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box. Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the head of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly. LUKE: Uncle Owen... OWEN: Yeah? LUKE: This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look! OWEN: (to the head Jawa) Hey, what're you trying to push on us? The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has sneaked out of line and is moving up and down trying to attract attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio taps Luke on the shoulder. SERVO(as Luke): "Don't you EVER touch me there again, do you HEAR?" THREEPIO: (pointing to Artoo) Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in prime condition... a real bargain! LUKE: Uncle Owen... OWEN: Yeah? LUKE: What about that one? OWEN: (to Jawa) What about that blue one? We'll take that one. With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the damaged astro-droid for Artoo. MIKE: "If you ask me, Uncle Owen got the short end of the stick on that one." CROWAND