Lego Star Wars: Droid Tales (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Mission to Mos Eisley - full transcript
Upon arrival in Mos Eisley, C-3PO spots R2-D2 and his mystery kidnapper leaving Mos Eisley Cantina with a group of droids purchased from the Jawas.
_
My counterpart is in peril
and I must get to Tatooine at once.
- Can't you go faster?
- I am going as fast as I can.
But if you keep bothering
me, I will go slower.
- Pity.
- You know R2-D2?
He's a hero of the rebellion.
I have his card.
Hmm. Haven't seen her for a long time.
No way! That's Hera,
Captain of the Ghost!
- You know her, too?
- Oh, yes.
Artoo and I first encountered her
and her scruffy band of
rebels some years ago now.
We took part in one of their missions.
- Wow!
- Wow, indeed.
Um, you do of course have
my card in your little book?
I don't think so.
Who are you?
I am C-3PO, you little twerp.
And you should know that
it was I who played the
most significant part in
that early rebel mission.
Albeit, quite by accident.
- Would you like to tell us about it?
- I thought I would, yes.
Artoo and I were on
loan to an Imperial diplomat
when we found ourselves in the
middle of a most brazen hijacking.
Halt, thieves!
Master Amda Wabo says that crate
contains his ion disruptors,
and he wants you to let him have it.
Oh, of course.
There must be some mistake.
We can let him have it.
Danger? I'm in no danger.
As far as I am aware,
there is only one way
to interpret the phrase
"let him have it."
Oh! He let him have it!
Artoo, we are surrounded by brigands!
- I mean, just look at these ruffians!
- Ha ha!
A terrifying strong
Lasat of dubious temperament.
A Mandalorian who knows
her way around explosives.
A street rat of ridiculous
agility and talent.
The fellow who seems to be
some sort of secret Jedi.
And a rather curious,
disagreeable droid.
What do we do?!
Follow the junkbot?
Good thinking, Artoo.
We'll be quite safe
from those ghastly hooligans in here.
Who are you calling ghastly?
A Twi'lek with
extraordinary piloting skills.
- Hi ya.
- And who are you calling hooligans?
I use that word "hooligans" in
only the most complimentary of ways.
We can check the dictionary later.
But for now, we gotta go!
Oh! Pardon me, but this
bolt you have attached
seems to be restraining me.
It's a restraining bolt.
That would explain it then.
You stay here till we figure
out what to do with you.
R2-D2, just remember,
it was your idea
to follow that junkbot.
Ow! He said it!
I think you're ruggedly handsome!
Easy, Chopper.
Don't damage them.
They might be worth something.
You see, Artoo? We are quite safe.
They know just how valuable
we are to the Empire.
They're with the Empire?!
Sell 'em for scrap!
Let's worry about getting these
disruptors to our buyer first.
Then we'll deal with them.
I will handle this.
Mayday! Mayday!
Somebody help us! Anyone!
Never you mind where I was hiding it.
I hear you.
Can I help?
My counterpart and I
have been captured by thugs
who may be potential
enemies of the Empire.
Is that so? Send me your coordinates.
I'll be right there.
Okay, let's get these disruptors loaded.
I'm just glad they won't
fall into the hands of...
- The Empire!
- Wow! It's like you read my...
- Surrender, rebels.
- Um, that's my cue to flee. Bye now!
- How did he find us here?
- Yes!
My saviors have arrived! Yaha!
He called the Empire on us!
Thank the maker!
You're here to save me
from these criminals!
You didn't hear me call
you "criminals," did you?
I guess they did.
This is not my bravest day.
Chopper, we cannot let the Empire
get their hands on these disruptors.
Chopper?
Of course! Overload the
disruptors, then Boom!
Great work, Goldie.
You're a rebel hero!
- Are you calling me a rebel?
- Yup, and you just struck
- a major blow against the Empire.
- We're gonna majorly blow
ourselves up if we
don't get out of here!
They fled like cowards
and left the Emperor's
whining and glowing
ion disruptors for us!
Uh-oh.
Thanks for returning my droids.
- I hope they weren't any trouble.
- No trouble at all.
Don't listen to him.
That was nice of those folks
to return you two to me.
Something about you being a hero.
Hero?
I hardly think so, Senator.
They were trying to
overthrow the Empire.
And what's wrong with that?
I'm going to keep an eye
on these rebels of yours.
They are not mine.
Oh, dear! You are a rebel too!
Can I just once not be in
the middle of exciting action?
- Hey! There you are!
- That's not my best photo.
And thus began nine action-packed
years in the service of the rebellion.
Rarely has a day gone by when Artoo
has not put my life in danger.
How I miss him.
Ladies and gentlemen and Hutts,
- we are now arriving in Mos Eisley.
- At last.
Artoo! Artoo, are you here?
Oh, that's him!
R2-D2, it... isn't you.
The Jawas are on the prowl!
The cantina. I thought you
didn't allow droids in there.
I do now. I lost all my customers
to the new place across the street.
Come to Watto's Grotto!
Now 50% scummier and villainier.
Yeah, yeah.
Attention, cowering droids.
Have any of you seen my friend R2-D2?
- Anyone?
- No offense,
we just don't want to get involved.
Well, sometimes getting involved
is the right thing to do.
The evil Empire might still be in power
if Artoo hadn't gotten involved.
Allow me to tell you a little story,
Artoo and I were in the service
of Princess Leia,
the leader of the rebel alliance.
She possessed stolen plans
for the Empire's new
weapon, the Death Star.
But Darth Vader captured
her on the way to Alderaan.
Ahem.
Hi there.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobe.
You're my only hope.
That sounded too desperate.
Let's do another one.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You're my...
Find that princess.
We're good! Gotta go.
Artoo, you're still in one piece!
My shoelace is untied?
Thank you.
I don't have shoelaces.
Or shoes, for that matter.
Well, here's another fine mess
you've gotten us into.
What mission?
You have a mission?
Okay, fine. Be that way!
Go on on your own, then.
See if I care!
Actually, I do care.
Wait, hey, over here!
Oh, we're saved. Huh?
Huh?
Yeah!
So humiliating.
Put up for sale by
a disgusting band of Jawas.
I can just imagine the
filthy, uncouth brute
- who will purchase us.
- Luke, over here.
Coming, uncle Owen.
Yes, I suppose some
would find him dreamy.
We'll take this one,
and that R-5 unit there.
So it seems this is good-bye, Artoo.
He malfunctioned.
We'll take, uh, that one.
Okay... that one.
Oops. What about that one?
Darn. What about that one?
That one looks pretty good.
That one.
I guess we'll take the
only non-exploded one.
Very good. Clean them both up
and start them working on the farm.
We are most happy to be in
your employ, Master Luke.
You will find us
obedient and hard-working.
And we will never give you any trouble.
Where did Artoo go?
Oh, man!
Princess Leia refuses to divulge
the location of the Rebel base.
But with the power of the Force,
I will be most persuasive.
The Force. Ha!
Enough with that old
magic trick mumbo-jumbo.
Your sad devotion to...
Not afraid of the Force, huh?
Stop it! Go...
This is not funny.
I find your lack of appreciation
for physical comedy disturbing.
R2's gotta be here somewhere.
Master Luke, might I point out
the dangers of searching while driving?
I know what I'm doing.
I think I saw him.
Uh-oh.
Sorry, Old Ben.
Guys, this is Old Ben Kenobi.
He's a crazy old...
Do pardon him.
He keeps going on about some mission.
Delivering a message
to an Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I changed my name to
hide from the Empire.
You didn't change your last name?
You didn't change your last name!
- Huh?
- No, no, no.
Let's see that message of yours.
I need you to deliver the
Death Star plans hidden in
this R2 unit to the Rebel
base on Alderaan immediately.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You're my only hope.
I must go to Alderaan immediately.
Luke, you must come
along if you are to learn
the ways of the Jedi.
But it would mean giving up
your life here on Tattooine.
Yippee!
That boy has too much
of his father in him.
You two wait here while we
go inside to find a pilot.
We shouldn't be long.
Oh, he was right.
They weren't long!
Guys this is Han Solo and Chewbacca.
They're gonna take us to Alderaan.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Yeah, whatever. Let's move it!
Hm. Probably caught him on a bad day.
Hey, I'm pretty good at this.
Now do it wearing the helmet.
- Let the Force guide you.
- Okay.
I think I'm getting good at this.
You broke my "Galaxy's Best Pilot" mug!
Captain Solo, pardon me,
but being that you
are such a great pilot,
I am sure that you are
aware that a tractor
beam is pulling us
towards that large moon.
That's no moon.
It's a super-moon!
It's a floating battle station!
Yes, that was my second guess.
It appears to be empty, Lord Vader.
It's probably just your typical ship
drifting through space
without anyone in it.
- See it all the time.
- Yes, probably so.
And yet, I feel a presence
I haven't felt since...
- Uh, since what, sir?
- None of your business!
You, stay here. The rest, go
back to guarding the princess.
Princess Leia's here?
We have to rescue her.
If I may interject, no, we don't.
I'm with the professor here.
There's no way we can
get past those stormtroopers.
Leave that to me and my Jedi mind trick.
Hey, troopers, look over there.
Now, I'll turn off the tractor beam
so we can escape.
You three find Princess Leia.
And you have a very important task.
Wait in this closet.
We're quite safe from
any danger in here.
Oh, look, a mouse droid!
How cute.
Oh, not cute!
So not cute!
Hi, I'm Luke Skywalker,
and I'm here to rescue you.
Aren't you a little
short for a stormtrooper?
I'm the exact same size as
everyone else in our universe.
We gotta go, kid.
There we are.
Turning off the tractor beam
was surprisingly easy.
- Oh, pardon me.
- It was my fault.
- Wait...
- Wait...
Appreciate the help,
but I'm pretty sure I
could've gotten shot
attempting to escape on my own.
Sure, but would you
have looked this handsome
- while doing it?
- Great banter, guys,
But we're trapped!
Follow me into this
unknown smelly place!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...
This isn't so bad.
Uh-oh. 3PO, we fell
into a trash compactor,
and now the walls are closing in!
Have Artoo shut it down.
Uh, we're a bit preoccupied.
But we'll do our best.
Artoo, back up. Shut it down.
Curse your metal body!
Take that!
Oh, listen, Artoo, they're cheering
because we saved them.
No, we're yelling because
we're about to get crushed!
Shut this thing off!
Oh...
Let's get Obi-Wan and...
get out of here.
You can't win, Darth.
If you strike me down,
I'll become more powerful
- than you can ever imagine.
- You're just jealous off me.
Oh, this again?
Strike me down, please!
What happened?
Is that crazy old man
running around naked somewhere?
- Huh? The princess?
- We gotta go!
Oh, now that was a textbook escape.
I don't know what textbooks you read,
because we've got company.
How nice!
I'll go bake a cake.
It's not that kind of company!
Here's your chance to be a hero, kid.
- I got him!
- Great, kid. Don't get cocky.
- Come on, I just saved you. Be nice.
- Don't get whiney either.
I'm not being whiney.
Oh, for crying out loud!
Chewie?
Unh!
I guess I was a little whiney.
The Death Star has only one weak spot.
A teeny, eensy-weensy
thermal exhaust port,
vulnerable to proton torpedoes.
It's a one in a billion chance,
and you probably won't come back alive.
I like those odds.
Who's with me?
Humans!
Well, at least we have
the good sense to stay here.
Artoo, why do you do these crazy things?
"Danger" is not your middle name!
- Your middle name is "hyphen".
- Here we go.
May the Force be with us!
Don't do anything foolish.
Uh, more foolish than
what you're already doing.
All right, we're going in!
I've lost Artoo!
No! Why do I go
to these kind of movies?
Use the Force, Luke.
Let go.
- Hey, cut that out!
- Oops.
Use the Force.
Maybe this time keep your eyes open.
I have you now.
- What?
- Yeah!
Noooo...
Yeah, I missed Vader
and hit that other ship
just like I intended to.
- Just like I intended to.
- Here goes nothing.
Where are those medals?
Coming, Your Highness.
Sorry I'm late.
I'm still rather broken
up about poor Artoo.
He never made it back...
R2-D2! Ah, you survived!
It's a mirac...
Oh, dear.
Shh...
And that is how Artoo helped
destroy the Death Star.
And all because he was
brave enough to get involved.
Come to think of it maybe
I did see your friend.
He was with some strange fella
buying up droids from the Jawas.
Bless your mechanical heart.
Artoo! Artoo!
R2-D2, don't go!
Stop!
This is just not my day.
Ah.
It's another miracle.
Chewbacca, you can help me find Artoo.
But we must leave at once.
Uh, you weren't going
anywhere, were you?
Thank you for postponing
your vacation.
I owe you for this.
And for the medal, of course.
Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing.
Find out what happens
in the next thrilling chapter
of Droid Tales: Flight of the Falcon.
My counterpart is in peril
and I must get to Tatooine at once.
- Can't you go faster?
- I am going as fast as I can.
But if you keep bothering
me, I will go slower.
- Pity.
- You know R2-D2?
He's a hero of the rebellion.
I have his card.
Hmm. Haven't seen her for a long time.
No way! That's Hera,
Captain of the Ghost!
- You know her, too?
- Oh, yes.
Artoo and I first encountered her
and her scruffy band of
rebels some years ago now.
We took part in one of their missions.
- Wow!
- Wow, indeed.
Um, you do of course have
my card in your little book?
I don't think so.
Who are you?
I am C-3PO, you little twerp.
And you should know that
it was I who played the
most significant part in
that early rebel mission.
Albeit, quite by accident.
- Would you like to tell us about it?
- I thought I would, yes.
Artoo and I were on
loan to an Imperial diplomat
when we found ourselves in the
middle of a most brazen hijacking.
Halt, thieves!
Master Amda Wabo says that crate
contains his ion disruptors,
and he wants you to let him have it.
Oh, of course.
There must be some mistake.
We can let him have it.
Danger? I'm in no danger.
As far as I am aware,
there is only one way
to interpret the phrase
"let him have it."
Oh! He let him have it!
Artoo, we are surrounded by brigands!
- I mean, just look at these ruffians!
- Ha ha!
A terrifying strong
Lasat of dubious temperament.
A Mandalorian who knows
her way around explosives.
A street rat of ridiculous
agility and talent.
The fellow who seems to be
some sort of secret Jedi.
And a rather curious,
disagreeable droid.
What do we do?!
Follow the junkbot?
Good thinking, Artoo.
We'll be quite safe
from those ghastly hooligans in here.
Who are you calling ghastly?
A Twi'lek with
extraordinary piloting skills.
- Hi ya.
- And who are you calling hooligans?
I use that word "hooligans" in
only the most complimentary of ways.
We can check the dictionary later.
But for now, we gotta go!
Oh! Pardon me, but this
bolt you have attached
seems to be restraining me.
It's a restraining bolt.
That would explain it then.
You stay here till we figure
out what to do with you.
R2-D2, just remember,
it was your idea
to follow that junkbot.
Ow! He said it!
I think you're ruggedly handsome!
Easy, Chopper.
Don't damage them.
They might be worth something.
You see, Artoo? We are quite safe.
They know just how valuable
we are to the Empire.
They're with the Empire?!
Sell 'em for scrap!
Let's worry about getting these
disruptors to our buyer first.
Then we'll deal with them.
I will handle this.
Mayday! Mayday!
Somebody help us! Anyone!
Never you mind where I was hiding it.
I hear you.
Can I help?
My counterpart and I
have been captured by thugs
who may be potential
enemies of the Empire.
Is that so? Send me your coordinates.
I'll be right there.
Okay, let's get these disruptors loaded.
I'm just glad they won't
fall into the hands of...
- The Empire!
- Wow! It's like you read my...
- Surrender, rebels.
- Um, that's my cue to flee. Bye now!
- How did he find us here?
- Yes!
My saviors have arrived! Yaha!
He called the Empire on us!
Thank the maker!
You're here to save me
from these criminals!
You didn't hear me call
you "criminals," did you?
I guess they did.
This is not my bravest day.
Chopper, we cannot let the Empire
get their hands on these disruptors.
Chopper?
Of course! Overload the
disruptors, then Boom!
Great work, Goldie.
You're a rebel hero!
- Are you calling me a rebel?
- Yup, and you just struck
- a major blow against the Empire.
- We're gonna majorly blow
ourselves up if we
don't get out of here!
They fled like cowards
and left the Emperor's
whining and glowing
ion disruptors for us!
Uh-oh.
Thanks for returning my droids.
- I hope they weren't any trouble.
- No trouble at all.
Don't listen to him.
That was nice of those folks
to return you two to me.
Something about you being a hero.
Hero?
I hardly think so, Senator.
They were trying to
overthrow the Empire.
And what's wrong with that?
I'm going to keep an eye
on these rebels of yours.
They are not mine.
Oh, dear! You are a rebel too!
Can I just once not be in
the middle of exciting action?
- Hey! There you are!
- That's not my best photo.
And thus began nine action-packed
years in the service of the rebellion.
Rarely has a day gone by when Artoo
has not put my life in danger.
How I miss him.
Ladies and gentlemen and Hutts,
- we are now arriving in Mos Eisley.
- At last.
Artoo! Artoo, are you here?
Oh, that's him!
R2-D2, it... isn't you.
The Jawas are on the prowl!
The cantina. I thought you
didn't allow droids in there.
I do now. I lost all my customers
to the new place across the street.
Come to Watto's Grotto!
Now 50% scummier and villainier.
Yeah, yeah.
Attention, cowering droids.
Have any of you seen my friend R2-D2?
- Anyone?
- No offense,
we just don't want to get involved.
Well, sometimes getting involved
is the right thing to do.
The evil Empire might still be in power
if Artoo hadn't gotten involved.
Allow me to tell you a little story,
Artoo and I were in the service
of Princess Leia,
the leader of the rebel alliance.
She possessed stolen plans
for the Empire's new
weapon, the Death Star.
But Darth Vader captured
her on the way to Alderaan.
Ahem.
Hi there.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobe.
You're my only hope.
That sounded too desperate.
Let's do another one.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You're my...
Find that princess.
We're good! Gotta go.
Artoo, you're still in one piece!
My shoelace is untied?
Thank you.
I don't have shoelaces.
Or shoes, for that matter.
Well, here's another fine mess
you've gotten us into.
What mission?
You have a mission?
Okay, fine. Be that way!
Go on on your own, then.
See if I care!
Actually, I do care.
Wait, hey, over here!
Oh, we're saved. Huh?
Huh?
Yeah!
So humiliating.
Put up for sale by
a disgusting band of Jawas.
I can just imagine the
filthy, uncouth brute
- who will purchase us.
- Luke, over here.
Coming, uncle Owen.
Yes, I suppose some
would find him dreamy.
We'll take this one,
and that R-5 unit there.
So it seems this is good-bye, Artoo.
He malfunctioned.
We'll take, uh, that one.
Okay... that one.
Oops. What about that one?
Darn. What about that one?
That one looks pretty good.
That one.
I guess we'll take the
only non-exploded one.
Very good. Clean them both up
and start them working on the farm.
We are most happy to be in
your employ, Master Luke.
You will find us
obedient and hard-working.
And we will never give you any trouble.
Where did Artoo go?
Oh, man!
Princess Leia refuses to divulge
the location of the Rebel base.
But with the power of the Force,
I will be most persuasive.
The Force. Ha!
Enough with that old
magic trick mumbo-jumbo.
Your sad devotion to...
Not afraid of the Force, huh?
Stop it! Go...
This is not funny.
I find your lack of appreciation
for physical comedy disturbing.
R2's gotta be here somewhere.
Master Luke, might I point out
the dangers of searching while driving?
I know what I'm doing.
I think I saw him.
Uh-oh.
Sorry, Old Ben.
Guys, this is Old Ben Kenobi.
He's a crazy old...
Do pardon him.
He keeps going on about some mission.
Delivering a message
to an Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.
I changed my name to
hide from the Empire.
You didn't change your last name?
You didn't change your last name!
- Huh?
- No, no, no.
Let's see that message of yours.
I need you to deliver the
Death Star plans hidden in
this R2 unit to the Rebel
base on Alderaan immediately.
Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi.
You're my only hope.
I must go to Alderaan immediately.
Luke, you must come
along if you are to learn
the ways of the Jedi.
But it would mean giving up
your life here on Tattooine.
Yippee!
That boy has too much
of his father in him.
You two wait here while we
go inside to find a pilot.
We shouldn't be long.
Oh, he was right.
They weren't long!
Guys this is Han Solo and Chewbacca.
They're gonna take us to Alderaan.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Yeah, whatever. Let's move it!
Hm. Probably caught him on a bad day.
Hey, I'm pretty good at this.
Now do it wearing the helmet.
- Let the Force guide you.
- Okay.
I think I'm getting good at this.
You broke my "Galaxy's Best Pilot" mug!
Captain Solo, pardon me,
but being that you
are such a great pilot,
I am sure that you are
aware that a tractor
beam is pulling us
towards that large moon.
That's no moon.
It's a super-moon!
It's a floating battle station!
Yes, that was my second guess.
It appears to be empty, Lord Vader.
It's probably just your typical ship
drifting through space
without anyone in it.
- See it all the time.
- Yes, probably so.
And yet, I feel a presence
I haven't felt since...
- Uh, since what, sir?
- None of your business!
You, stay here. The rest, go
back to guarding the princess.
Princess Leia's here?
We have to rescue her.
If I may interject, no, we don't.
I'm with the professor here.
There's no way we can
get past those stormtroopers.
Leave that to me and my Jedi mind trick.
Hey, troopers, look over there.
Now, I'll turn off the tractor beam
so we can escape.
You three find Princess Leia.
And you have a very important task.
Wait in this closet.
We're quite safe from
any danger in here.
Oh, look, a mouse droid!
How cute.
Oh, not cute!
So not cute!
Hi, I'm Luke Skywalker,
and I'm here to rescue you.
Aren't you a little
short for a stormtrooper?
I'm the exact same size as
everyone else in our universe.
We gotta go, kid.
There we are.
Turning off the tractor beam
was surprisingly easy.
- Oh, pardon me.
- It was my fault.
- Wait...
- Wait...
Appreciate the help,
but I'm pretty sure I
could've gotten shot
attempting to escape on my own.
Sure, but would you
have looked this handsome
- while doing it?
- Great banter, guys,
But we're trapped!
Follow me into this
unknown smelly place!
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...
This isn't so bad.
Uh-oh. 3PO, we fell
into a trash compactor,
and now the walls are closing in!
Have Artoo shut it down.
Uh, we're a bit preoccupied.
But we'll do our best.
Artoo, back up. Shut it down.
Curse your metal body!
Take that!
Oh, listen, Artoo, they're cheering
because we saved them.
No, we're yelling because
we're about to get crushed!
Shut this thing off!
Oh...
Let's get Obi-Wan and...
get out of here.
You can't win, Darth.
If you strike me down,
I'll become more powerful
- than you can ever imagine.
- You're just jealous off me.
Oh, this again?
Strike me down, please!
What happened?
Is that crazy old man
running around naked somewhere?
- Huh? The princess?
- We gotta go!
Oh, now that was a textbook escape.
I don't know what textbooks you read,
because we've got company.
How nice!
I'll go bake a cake.
It's not that kind of company!
Here's your chance to be a hero, kid.
- I got him!
- Great, kid. Don't get cocky.
- Come on, I just saved you. Be nice.
- Don't get whiney either.
I'm not being whiney.
Oh, for crying out loud!
Chewie?
Unh!
I guess I was a little whiney.
The Death Star has only one weak spot.
A teeny, eensy-weensy
thermal exhaust port,
vulnerable to proton torpedoes.
It's a one in a billion chance,
and you probably won't come back alive.
I like those odds.
Who's with me?
Humans!
Well, at least we have
the good sense to stay here.
Artoo, why do you do these crazy things?
"Danger" is not your middle name!
- Your middle name is "hyphen".
- Here we go.
May the Force be with us!
Don't do anything foolish.
Uh, more foolish than
what you're already doing.
All right, we're going in!
I've lost Artoo!
No! Why do I go
to these kind of movies?
Use the Force, Luke.
Let go.
- Hey, cut that out!
- Oops.
Use the Force.
Maybe this time keep your eyes open.
I have you now.
- What?
- Yeah!
Noooo...
Yeah, I missed Vader
and hit that other ship
just like I intended to.
- Just like I intended to.
- Here goes nothing.
Where are those medals?
Coming, Your Highness.
Sorry I'm late.
I'm still rather broken
up about poor Artoo.
He never made it back...
R2-D2! Ah, you survived!
It's a mirac...
Oh, dear.
Shh...
And that is how Artoo helped
destroy the Death Star.
And all because he was
brave enough to get involved.
Come to think of it maybe
I did see your friend.
He was with some strange fella
buying up droids from the Jawas.
Bless your mechanical heart.
Artoo! Artoo!
R2-D2, don't go!
Stop!
This is just not my day.
Ah.
It's another miracle.
Chewbacca, you can help me find Artoo.
But we must leave at once.
Uh, you weren't going
anywhere, were you?
Thank you for postponing
your vacation.
I owe you for this.
And for the medal, of course.
Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing.
Find out what happens
in the next thrilling chapter
of Droid Tales: Flight of the Falcon.