Watto, long since bankrupt, is depressed. The Boonta Eve Classic is coming to town, and he doesn't have a ticket.

But the morning before the big race, Watto's at the market when he spots a moisture farmer putting up a sign... a sign which reads 1 Boonta Eve Ticket -- Will Sell At Cost. Watto is beyond thrilled. "I will buy that ticket," he yells, as he hurriedly flaps his way over to the farmer.

"Well, that was easy," replies the dusty human. "How about this: just meet me at the arena tomorrow, and we'll find our seats together."

"You got it," shouts Watto, and they slap their hands together to seal the deal.

The next day, Watto arrives at the Mos Espa Grand Arena -- and sure enough, just as promised, the moisture farmer is there waiting. Watto hands over the cash, and they head into the stands together.

As they walk through the aisles, Watto can't believe his eyes. Their seats are in the very first row, right at the starting grid. "Unbelievable," Watto blurts out, "I used to own a box in this arena, and I didn't have this kind of view! How did you get these tickets?"

"Well," sighs the farmer, "truth is, I bought your seat for my wife. I wanted to take her to the Boonta Eve Classic for our anniversary... until, unfortunately, she got captured and killed by a party of Tusken Raiders. But I decided that life had to go on, and that I would go to the race even without her."

Watto nods... but still doesn't understand. "But these are amazing seats," says the blue Toydarian, "surely you must have a friend of relative who would have gladly come with you!"

"Oh," replies the farmer, "they're all at the funeral."