"Of course I have seen it, Obi-Wan. It looks like fun. The producers of the game want to do a special with Jedi against non-force users. I volunteered us."

A loud groan could be heard from the young Padawan. "There are four contestants on each team, we are only two. Whom are going to me the other two?"

"Mace and Garen."

"You thought of everything, didn't you, Master?"

"Would you expect anything less from me, Padawan?" Not really, thought Obi-Wan.

"There is no way of me getting out of this, is there?"

Qui-Gon smiled, "Nope."

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A couple of days later, and most of one filming of a game

"On your mark...Get set...GO!" Obi-Wan tried to run up the slide covered in chocolate syrup, only to find himself slipping further down the slide. After a couple of tries, and a little aid of the Force, Obi-Wan got to the top, only to slide down into the whip cream and chocolate Sunday that awaited him at the bottom. He reached up and grabbed the orange flag and passed it to his master.

Qui-Gon stuffed the flag down his shirt, and took off for the next messy obstacle. Staring down at the small wadding pool of green fluff, he quickly dove into it and found the flag, breaking the pool in the process. Garen was right there to quickly take the flag and go to the next obstacle.

A gigantic nose stood in his way, one in which he was going to have to 'pick' to find the flag. He reached up into one of the nostrils and grabbed out handfuls of green goop. Not long afterwards, he found the flag and handed it to Mace.

Mace looked at the large mouth in front of him, opened the large jaws and slid down the 'tongue' lined with all kinds of sticky substances. He stood up, grabbed the flag and handed it to Obi-Wan waiting on the other side.

Obi-Wan ran up the stairs of the next obstacle and dove into the tub of white fluff and honey. Quickly he wadded across it, grabbed the flag in the middle and handed it to Qui's awaiting hand.

Qui-Gon looked at the next obstacle. There was an enclosed passageway with gigantic feet hanging from the top. He started his way through the feet trying to stomp him, while sprays of honey coated him. He grabbed the flag most of the way through and handed it to Garen.

Garen took one huge leap into the tub of chocolate, slid under the bar, grabbed the flag and handed it to Mace.

Last obstacle and still 15 seconds left of the 60 they started out with. Mace looked at the next one. It looked just like a shower. So, he pulled the handle and prepared for the spray of green slime. After a few seconds of this, the last flag appeared. He reached up and grabbed it, thus ending the obstacle course.

The four Jedi stood next to each other, covered head to toe with different kinds of condiments. Mace looked at everyone. "Well, maybe we should hit the showers right now. I would hate to go back to the temple looking like this."

"That is a good idea, Master Windu," replied Garen.

An evil grin crossed Qui-Gon's face, "Padawan, you look good enough to eat."

"Why, Master, so do you," he said showing a cheeky smile.

"I have an idea of 'cleaning' ourselves." With that, Qui-Gon grabbed his Padawan to go back stage and lick off every tasty bit of the leftover course.

Mace and Garen just looked at each other. "Well, at least they waited until they were backstage before tore off each other's clothes."

"Yes, Master Windu, but that sure sounded like fun." There was a twinkle in his eyes.

Mace just looked at him and said, "Don't get any ideas, boy."

The End (hehehe)