"Only problem with this part is there's great music, but not much dialogue yet," Han said, as they raced through the hallways towards the Millennium Chicken & Fries.
"Where are you going? Come back!" Threepio shouted.
"Why should we?" Leia said. "You're not even good comic relief! We're funnier than you are without even trying!"
"Now you wait a minute!" Threepio said, trying to keep up. "You didn't see what I did to that cantina owner who said the wrong thing, did you? If you had, you would've kept your mouth shut!" The door shut in front of him. "Wait! Stop! How typical!"
"Come on!" Han said, grabbing Threepio's arm. "We're supposed to be running, and too much dialogue won't work here!"
"Then why are we talking so much?" Leia asked.
"Good question," Han said.

Darth Vader stalked the hallways, carrying his pink spoon to catch the falling ice cream ruptured loose from the battle outside Eggo Base. He lifted up his helmet and tasted the ice cream. "Ah, vanilla. Needs chocolate syrup...ah--ah!! Brainfreeze!! BRAINFREEZE!!!"
A KFC Team member grabbed his arm. "Sir! Stop eating the ice cream! Stop eating it! It'll only make it worse!"
Vader shrugged him off. "But we don't HAVE ice cream at KFC! It's the one thing we DON'T have!" Vader held his head, taking another taste of ice cream. "I need it!"
"Okay! Okay. Let's not have an Episode III moment, okay? It's fine. You need it, you eat it. I'm out of this." The KFC Team member shouldered his cole slaw rifle and kept running. "Even still, a freakin' whiny teenager...Ah..ah....ah..."
Vader extended his power through the Food, choking the KFC teammate. "I heard that."

Han and Leia were within sight of the Millennium Chicken & Fries. Chewbacca motioned at them to hurry. Han turned to glare at Threepio. "Hurry up, Goldenrod! You're gonna be a permanent KFC employee!" He grabbed a piece off of Chewbacca's chocolate chipped arm and tossed it into his ice cream bowl.
"RRRWOOO!"
"Oh, come on! Cookies and ice cream, it's an obvious choice!"
"Wait! Wait!" Threepio hurried up the ramp. The drive-thru window closed behind him.

Vader continues walking. "Ham! Why don't they have a store map in here?"

Steam from the pressure cooker blasted Han away from the cockpit. It could also be called a cookpit, for future reference. "How's the fish?"
Leia frowned. "Would it help if I got out and cooked?"
Han glared at her. "It might. Customers might like a down-home cookout feel to their restaurant. Could generate business. Maybe you should do it."
"Captain Solo! Captain Solo! Might I suggest that you--"
Han pointed a finger at Threepio. "It's TEAM Captain Solo. Or General MANAGER Solo."
"...It can wait," Threepio said.
"You don't have to go the bathroom, do you? You have to buy something if that's the case, and something's wrong with our deep fryer right now, so you better get right on out and use the bathroom out there if you have to, 'cause we're not stopping once we start."
"Uh...well--"
Han ran towards the cookpit, as the cocktail sauce repeating blaster extended beneath the Chicken & Fries, blasting back KFC Imperial cole slaw being fired from the Meat-webs. "Come on! Come on! Switch over. Let's hope we don't have a burnout, instead of a cookout."
Leia held up an empty KFC bucket she grabbed along the way. "This bucket of chicken is never going to get us past that blockade!"
Han held up his signature Millennium Wing and took a bite out of it. "This wing's still got a few fries left with her, sweetheart!" He handed her the plate of fries.

The KFC employees were blasted back once more by cocktail sauce. Pork and beans flew into the air before they could target the Chicken & Fries.

The chicken and fish finally heated up. "See?" Han said.
"Someday you're going cook the fish wrong and I just want to be there to see you eat it!" Leia said.
"Well, that's comforting." He looked at Chewie struggling to pull apart the chicken wing while it was still dangerously hot. "Crunch it!"
Chewie bit into the wing, then threw it at the viewport. "RRRAAA!!! RRWWAAA RWAA WOOOROOO!!"
"Sorry, pal--you gotta BLOW on it first! That'll cool it off!"
The Chicken & Fries blasted through space, trailing boxes of frozen fish and chicken in its wake.
Han turned to Leia. "So, as I was saying, that's comforting, because then you won't get salmonella and try to sue."
"I was thinking about trying it," Leia said. "But it's just not worth missing work because of food poisoning."
"Well, whatever the case, I can assure you we at Millennium Chicken & Fries use the safest, highest quality meats and we cook them to perfection. I've never had one case of salmonella--or one case of salmon, for that matter. Aside from that whole...baked chicken incident with Jabba, but that's in the past. I'm sure he's not too upset about that now..."

Luke Skywalker watched as the Millennium Chicken & Fries cooked off. "Well, there are some wings the KFC Empire needs to destroy..."
He walked towards his um...what did I call his ship, anyway? Chex-wing? Tex-Mex wing? We'll just assume he got a new ship, the Tex-Mex wing. Okay, so he walked towards his Tex-Mex wing, full of that spicy, tangy flavor that can only come from close to--and south of--the border.
A Rebel employee tossed him a pack of beef. "Ground chuck, Luke! See you at the rendezvous!"
"I'll be sure to cook it up! You like well done, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Great! That'll be three days."
"Cluck you, Luke!"
"Cluck you, too!" Luke turned and climbed his ladder. "Artoo! Get her ready for cookoff!"
He closed the aluminum foil around his Tex-Mex wing. "Don't worry, Artoo--we're going, we're going!"

The Tex-Mex wing soared out of Hoth's atmosphere. Artoo Detoo spoke. "So, how was ice cream, my friend? You want ice coffee?"
"No thanks. I'd like to enjoy some Maxwell House for a little while."
"Is sick. Is very sick. This Maxwell House.... Where are we going, anyway? Is not way to rendezvous for cookoff."
"We're not going to the cookoff with the others."
"What? ... Then why take ground beef from poor man?"
"Because we've got to have something to eat. We're going to the Dagobah system. And all they've got is organic meat. Sorry, but I like my meat with hormones."
"So steal ground beef from poor man, so that not have to eat organic beef? Is wrong, no? Is wrong."
"Artoo, go back to beeping, will you?"




To Be Continued!!

Next Episode: The Asteroid Meals!