Dear Diary,
     So I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. He breathed funny.
    "...." I gaped at him.
    "What?" He said.
    "...."
    "You could be a cricket chirp."
    I managed to get out: "Hi..uh..Annie."
    He flipped. "My name is Darth Vader."
    I laughed so hard that I was holding my tummy and rolling on the ground. Darth Vader must have been shocked. He stared at me as I laughed, wiping my eyes. Once I managed to get up and look at him, another wave of laughter overcame me. "HAHAHAHA..."
    People were staring at me like I was crazy. Then, storm troopers walked up.
    "Clones, huh?" I asked, still giggling. "I am a clone too!" I joked. Overcome with more laughter, I laughed and laughed.
    The stormtroopers stood there with—I am pretty sure that under Vader's and the troopers' masks was that expression—the same blank expression as Darth Vader.
    Finally, I stopped laughing and then said "If your Anakin Skywalker, then tell me who is the Emperor?"
    He answered "Darth Sidious."
    "Wrong! What you don't know is that he was—and is—Chancellor Palpatine." I made it so that I looked on the rollercoaster. R2 was gone. Vader looked where I was looking. I slipped away as he looked.
    I managed to get out of Dogland. Snickering, I ran to where I could hide from them.

       Mary