I was sitting at home one night and waiting, patiently, for my first
clones to arrive. Meela was due to bring them over shortly. I was like
a kid on Christmas, anxious to see what the presents would be. Although,
I knew what I was getting, I was anxious nonetheless. Scheduled to
arrive any minute were two Jedi and a Sith. Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his
Padawan, the very cute Obi-Wan Kenobi, complete with braid. The Sith was
none other than Darth Maul. I was getting the good, the bad, and the
gorgeous. And still sight unseen, for the moment, I was drooling
already.

I was pulled out of my daydreaming by a frantic pounding at my door and I
ran to open it, expecting a dream come true. The sight that met me was
entirely different. More like a nightmare come true. Meela's worried
face turned to look at me, away from the spectacle on my front lawn.
Lightsabers drawn, Qui, Obi, and Maul were dueling it out.

"You gotta help me break 'em up!"

I immediately followed Meela towards the fray. "Cripes, Meela, they're
going to kill each other! I thought they weren't supposed to remember
they were enemies!" I yelled over the buzzing of the sabers.

"Well, apparently they did remember!"

We huddled off to the side, for a moment, as we came up with a plan.
Once we were set, we inched *even* closer to the deadly weapons.

I looked at Meela. Meela looked at me.

"Ready...on one, two, three!"

We, simultaneously, jumped into the middle of the fight, our eyes
squeezed shut as we tossed out the possible outcome of our spontaneous
actions.
I slowly opened my eyes as I realized after the first few seconds that I
was still alive.

"Force, we're still alive!"

I glanced around to see both the Jedi and the Sith...staring at me, like
I had three heads or something.

Maul growled at the two of us.

"Are you two brainless? Move out of the way!" Qui shouted at us.

When we didn't immediately comply, all three prepared to move around us
and resume the fight.

I raised my hands. "No! Stop! Don't move!"

Meela glared at them. "You guys aren't supposed to be fighting!"

That made them all do a double take.

Obi, very confused, stared at her. "What do you mean we're not supposed
to be fighting? He's a Sith."

Maul finally spoke. "And they're Jedi scum!"

Meela rolled her eyes. "But you're not *the* Sith and Jedi...scum, so to
speak."

"What?!?" All three shouted at once but were completely baffled into
lowering their weapons. And I, hastily, grabbed them up.

Maul didn't like having his weapon taken from him one bit and attempted
to take it back. I handed Meela the Jedi's sabers and I ignited
Maul's doubled bladed weapon. He stopped in his tracks as I held one end
towards his throat. He simply nodded and took a few steps back.

I nodded and smiled. "Good. Glad to see you're not as stupid as some
men."

There was a slight look of confusion that crossed his face as he didn't
know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

Meela continued. "You are not the *real* Qui, Obi, and Maul."

Qui and Obi turned and looked each other up and down.

"B-b-but he looks real to me," Obi stammered out. He gave Qui a light
push. "And he feels real."

Obi walked over to Maul, who tensely allowed him to approach. Obi gave
him a slightly harder push but not hard enough to make the Sith budge
from his spot. Maul's hand quickly came up and smacked Obi on the back
of the head.

"Ow!" He pointed at Maul and rubbed his head as he stumbled back over to
Qui. "And he sure feels real!"

"No, no, no!" Meela was getting frustrated with these Three Stooges.
"You're real but you're not the original ones. You're clones!"

"Ahh," Obi got it, now. "So, that means we're not supposed to fight, we
leave that up to the originals."

Meela nodded her head, exaggeratedly. "Yes! Bravo, Einstein!"

All three looked at each other as Meela and I exchanged looks, wondering
if they'd go back to fighting, anyway. They all shrugged and turned to
walk into my house. We breathed a sigh of relief.

"So glad that's over," I muttered as I took the other two lightsabers
from Meela. "These are getting hidden."

"Good idea...and good luck! Let me know how it all goes." Meela started
to walk off.

"What! You're just leaving me here with these three? What if I run into
more problems with them?"

She shrugged and called over her shoulder, "I have more deliveries to
make. You can call 911. Right?"

I shook my head and let her continue on her merry little way. Somehow, I
just didn't think 911 would be too helpful, or understanding, when it
came to clones of fictional characters.

"Well, come on feet. Let's see what else we have to endure tonight
before we can say 'and they lived happily ever after'."

The End