Star Wars The Holiday Special: Fanmade Movie Adaption

Chapter 2: Preparing for Chewbacca

At a certain treetop home on Kashyyyk, a busied rush was taking place! The three Wookie's did not even notice the sound of chirping and screaming animals in the trees around them. 

Mallatabuck simply called Malla was rushing around the kitchen, cooking a big meal for her three Wookie men. The appetites of them all and her was enough to make her buy tons of food from the supply store. Her father-in-law, Attichitcuck, known by his friends as Itchy, had butchered the Bantha that they had been saving for a half dozen years. This was much to her son, Lumpy's dismay. The youngling was too young to get his adult name and was still many years away from the Wookie Trials. I hope Chewbacca likes this meal.

Itchy was over in a chair, carving a new wooden starship for Lumpy. The soft chair he sat in was in the middle of their sitting and living space. From the kitchen, Malla yearned to sit down, as she had been working on their meal nonstop for many hours already.

The sound of her son, stopped the peaceful silence the adults had been enjoying. Lumpy was home from playing with his friends then, and the sound of him buzzing could be heard. Uh, his starship impersonation again...

Itchy looked up from his chair, as Lumpy marched down the stairs that twirled up to his own little room. A gap in the tree up there allowed the young Wookie to climb out and play with his friends. He marched down buzzing as he held the last wooden X-Wing that Itchy had crafted.

Malla watched her son from the kitchen as he jumped down the three last carpeted stairs and headed towards his grandfather. Itchy shook his head, and Malla knew that Itchy was not approving of the loud racket Lumpy was making. Lumpy suddenly ran over to Itchy's chair, buzzing the entire time. He circled the chair, and then made the buzzing sound louder, as he circled his toy fighter around Itchy's head.

Malla looked away and pulled the Bantha meat from the freezer unit. She carried it in a huge bowl, and carried it from the island to the main counter top.

Meanwhile, Lumpy kept up his irritating noise around his grandfather. He made the buzzing sound in Itchy's ear, and the older Wookie snapped.

<Stop, Lumpy!> Itchy growled loudly. Lumpy jumped back in fright and looked at his grandfather sheepishly. Lumpy opened his mouth to say something when Malla called him.

<Lumpy came take the garbage outside, it is smelling up the place!> Malla called setting down a green tub. Now he won't bother his grandfather.

<Move, son!> She called again as Lumpy made no move to come. Lumpy shook his head making an "mmm-mmm" sound.

<Who do you think you are?! Get over here, Lumpy!> Malla knew he did not like taking out the trash, but also knew it would teach him responsibility.

<No!> Lumpy growled. Malla shook her head, as her anger was rising.

<Come here now!> Malla growled, but Lumpy turned to his grandfather, seeking help.

<Grandfather?> He questioned. Itchy ignored him, continuing carving the ship. Lumpy, walked behind the chair his grandfather sat in, and continued, <No mom! I won't do it!>

<Lumpy!> Malla growled making her teeth show. Lumpy retorted with a "No" and turned to Itchy seeking a second member on his side of the argument.

Itchy looked up with a snarl, <Do what your mother says, Lumpy!> Lumpy sighed, looking at his grandfather with big, sad eyes.

<Grandfather...>

<Go Lumpy!>

<Fine, Fine!> He retorted walking away.

<That's a good boy!> Itchy encouraged as Lumpy marched away with a dissapointed shrug.

Malla happily watched Lumpy move toward the wastebucket as Itchy called over Lumpy's shoulder, <Youngling's these days...> Itchy continued his carving as Lumpy pretended to forget the bucket.

Lumpy resumed his buzzing noise as he made the wooden ship do a barrel roll in the air. The Wookiee youngling then noticed the freshly based Wookie 'Ookies that were on the counter.

Lumpy buzzed his way over to them, stole a glance at his mother, then grabbed up a cookie up. He smelled it and savored the smell and was about to sink his jaws into the golden dough, when Malla intervened.

<No Lumpy! Put it back, they are for after dinner!> She pointed back at the bowl, and Lumpy grumbled that he was hungry. Finally, Lumpy relented and placed the cookie in the bowl with a "yeesh".

<The trash Lumpy! Now!> She scolded, turning back towards the kitchen. With her back turned, Lumpy picked up three cookies. Malla picked up the bucket and turned back to Lumpy. Lumpy quickly his the cookies behind his back.

<Take it!>

<Mom!>

<Take it!>

<Fine!>

Malla pointed at the door as Lumpy took the bucket, with the cookies still secretly in hand.

Lumpy mumbled as he walked away, purposely loud enough for Malla to here, <Working on Life Day! It only comes three years, I am no servant...>

Malla shook her head, watching him leave. Then grunted, <Kids! So stubborn willed!> She turned back to the kitchen, ready to resume cooking the special meal for her husband, Chewbacca. She tightened her apron, washed her hand, and began wondering where Chewie was.