"Maul, get your little butt in here, boy, and brush your teeth! If I have to come out there and get you again I swear I'll tattoo your face red and black!"

Little Maul hated brushing his teeth. He hated doing anything his parents told him. All he wanted to do was sit out under the stars and dream about being a hero. One day he would become the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy and everyone would love him. He got up and kicked a small rock as he opened the front door.

"That's much better, young man! Now get in there and wash up. It's bed time. And make sure you brush every tooth this time!"

Little Maul hated brushing his teeth. Why should his mother care how his teeth looked. Nobody cared. All the kids at the junior sith academy hated him. They made fun of him all the time just because he was smaller than everyone else.

What's worse was he couldn't do anything right. They had just started to learn how to build their own lightsabers with red synthetic crystals. He just couldn't seem to make his work like everyone else. His would always backfire and a second blade would shoot out through the other end. He didn't even like sith school. He just wanted to be a hero.

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Okay guys, I hope you liked my little story I started. Now if you like to write, then put a few paragraphs of your own and continue the story. Let's see where this takes us. Be creative and witty! Have fun!

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Feeling inadequate amoungst his Sith peer group,Maul sought comfort with his only friend,Spanky,the lovable Sith Monkey!
Spanky and Maul had a friendship that transcended beyond the realm of just your average friendship.To most humanoids and droids alike,Spanky The Lovable Sith Monkey was just your everyday stuffed toy purchased from the Galactic-Mart (the other Empire).But Maul's parents,Petula and Ignacio,aware of Darth's Force potential,became concerned at the amount of time he.......


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....he was spending sticking pins into his twin brothers doll of that long haired Jedi, Qui-Gon Jin.
"Why can't you act more like you good brother?" He parents would often ask, as Maul was sitting on the roof throwing rotten fruit at the neighbors kids.
His twin, people would often call the "Good" one secretly had a desire to join the Empire and one day become a Stormtrooper, to help is "Evil" brother slaughter the Jedi. That is what they would talk about at night, when the lights went out, and they were alone in their room.
Maul had told his brother about this guy he met at the Circle T. This guy, all in robes, had told Maul that he would be the most powerful Jedi ever, if only he would do as he was told.

"BAH!!!!"Exclaimed the naive Maul."Right now Mr. Jedi Dude,I have only one goal!And that is to get the Highest score on Centipede!If you have some sort of a problem with that,than talk to the Sith Monkey my friend!"

The robed Jedi gave a puzzeled look at the Sith Monkey and than again at Maul.It was a disturbing sight to see at the Circle T.

Suddenly,the front door of the Circle T and in walked a intoxicated patron,ranting at the top of his lungs!

"Cheetos are my friends!!!Can you help me find my friends?"

The now frightened Maul hugged his Sith Monkey and ducked behind the robed Jedi.The Jedi had an idea....

Use the Sith Monkey to convince the inebriated Cheeto-man that Doritos were the true rulers of the galaxy!

"Now if only I could distract young Maul with a bottle of Mountain Dew..."
(Force gabs the Dew)
"There his eyes are diverted! Now to make my grab for the Sith monkeys tail".....................

Maul instantly saw the hand coming for the Monkey and quickly pulled it away. The robed man decided to take a different approach.

The tall Jedi walked up to the cheesy-breathed patron. "I can see that you've had one Cheeto too many, my friend. Yet, I'm prepared to help you in your quest for the snacks you crave. Are you interested in a small wager?"

The confused patron wiped the orange dust from his lips with the back of his hand and croaked, "What sort o' wager?"

"Over there in the corner is a Centipede coin-operated video game. I happen to have here a quarter. I will put forward that this young Zabrak can break the high score with just the one coin," said the Jedi putting his hand on Maul's shoulder.

The Cheeto Head walked over to the machine, glanced at the screen, and chortled, "Ha! The high score is two hundred million, four hundred fity thousand, three hundred! I'll take that wager! What's at stake?"

"If the boy doesn't break the high score, I will buy you every bag of Cheetos here in the Circle T..."

"And what if he does?" snapped the cheese drunk patron as he licked his chops.

"You must give up that beautiful black cloak you're wearing and give it to the boy."

The patron brushed a few orange crumbs off the sleeve of his cloak, pulled the hood back from his head, and jeered, "Mister... You've got yourself a bet!"

The Jedi shook the hand of the addict and subsequently wiped his orange stained fingers on the back of his robe.

"But... I'm not *THAT* good at Centipede!" wispered Maul into the Jedi's ear.

"Relax. Feel... Don't think... Let the Force flow through you."

Maul took the quarter from the Jedi and bellied up to the machine. His fingers danced nervously on the trackball as his left hand dropped the quarter into the slot. With his hands trembling slightly, Maul pressed the one player button. The game was on...

The machine roared to life as the relentless sound of the centipede march echoed through the Circle T. Young Maul pounded on the fire button with all his might blasting digital insects in to digital oblivion. A small crowd gathered around the video game cabinet to watch the challenge and route for the twitching Zabrak.

"Look out!" yelled one spectator as Maul narrowly dodged a spider coming straight for him. His swift maneuver allowed him to net a 900-point close range bonus for destroying the arachnid attacker. A mere thirty seconds later and the first stage was complete.

"No fair!" grumbled Cheeto Head. "He's played this game before!"

Stage two began with more pixelized bug guts flying through the screen. By stage three Maul had skillfully carved a chimney column to trap the centipede in his cross hairs. With nearly every segment of the arthropod blown away, Maul suddenly jumped back from the console with a yelp.

"Ouch!" yelled Maul.

"What's the matter?" asked the Jedi.

"I pinched my fingers in the trackball!" he replied as a screaming flea scattering mushrooms collided with his sprayer taking his first life.

The Cheeto junkie chuckled under his breath as he licked the remaining orange smudges from his fingers.

Maul jumped back on the machine with renewed intensity. Two hours later, a hush had come over the crowd. The only sounds that could be heard were the Atarian bleeps and chomps mingled with the button mashing fervor of Maul. Only one life remained on stage two-hundred and forty-three. His score was only 900 points from the record.

As Maul focused on the flashing screen to win the last few points, everything seemed to run in slow motion. He could hear the voice of the Jedi echoing in his mind. "Feel the Force, young Maul. Let go Maul." Obeying the voice and acting on instinct, Maul closed his eyes and concentrated.

"He's closing his eyes!" exclaimed a girl in the crowd. Several oooo's and ahhhh's eminated from the onlookers.

Without warning, Maul slapped the trackball forward, spun around three hundred and sixty degees, and slammed his fist down on the fire button. The shot projected upward and hit it's target scorpion just as it entered the screen from the left.

The crowd erupted with cheers and lifted young Maul into the air. He had scored two hundred million, four hundred fity thousand, four hundred points; the new High Score.

When the celebration ended, the Jedi turned to the Cheeto Head and admonished, "Whenever you gamble, my friend, eventually you'll lose."

The angry Cheeto fiend removed his cloak and tossed it at Maul's feet...

That night young Maul sat on the rooftop staring up at the night sky once again; his new cloak on his lap. He reflected on his conquest earlier today. For a brief moment he was a hero. Everybody loved him. He admired his new cloak and its dark, glossy sheen. But he wanted more than a cloak. He pulled out his lightsaber and ignited it. One blade. Then two.

"I am twice the learner than the rest of those laser brains!" The blades hummed rhythmically and he admired the way they streaked as he moved his lightsaber around. He slowly began to spin his weapon to watch the radial arcs of red light against the midnight blue sky. He almost took his left arm as he attempted to handle his weapon but he continued to spin his blades around in a circle, mezmerized by the low, powerful hums produced by the energy given off. Little Maul suddenly knew he had discovered something new. Something different.

Meanwhile, far off in the distance, a man dressed in a dark cloak watched. With the dark powers of the force he watched. Good, he thought as he laughed sinisterly, "Goood."

Slipping back into the house unaware of anything other than his own problems, Maul got ready for bed while his twin read a book of jedi poetry. It had indeed been a long day for Maul and his arms and hands were esspecially tired from the vigorous game he had played earlier. With all his might he pulled on his pajamas and he realized he would not have the strength to hold up his tooth brush. As he crossed his room to get into bed, he punched his twin in the belly. He would have knuckled his twins shoulder had he been able to muster the ability to lift his arm that high. hoping in bed he snuggled up to his one true friend the Sith Monkey. "That was money well spent." he thought as he patted the monkey on the head and wiggled into his pillow, carefull not to snag his horns in the bedding. With that he was sleeping soundly....dreaming of adventures where......

...he dashed across the dimly lit rooftops of the Garden plazas of the city center. His silhouette streaking across the large moon as he jumped down onto the balcony of the girl he was about to rescue. Screams from her bedroom were heard throughout the villa but only the "Magnificant Maul", keeper of the peace, was brave enough to come to her rescue.

He dashed into her room to find her tied to her bed while the evil cousin of the Rancor Keeper prepared to work his evil.

"Untie her you fiend!" yelled Magnificent Maul "Or feel the sting of my deadly blade!" With a snap-hiss Maul ignited his lightsaber. Out came the second blade. Even in his dreams his weapon backfired!

"HAHAHAAHAAAHAAA!!" You are no match for me! Instantly the evil cousin of the Rancor Keeper pulled out a tootbrush and with lightning speed he ran around Maul and tied him down to the other bed as Maul's lightsaber fell solidly to the floor and deactivated.

"Let me go!" Maul was unable to move! The evil cousin of the Rancor keeper smiled with large, sharp teeth and as his smile moved closer to Maul's face, lightning burst around his little face, causing it to burn and sting.

"Be still, boy! I warned you about not brushing your teeth!"

Maul suddenly was awake, pinned under his Mother's knees while she tattooed his face. He wriggled and squirmed, causing the black ink to zig-zag across his face.

"There! That'll learn ya! When I say brush your teeth I mean it!" With that, his mother stomped out of the room with her laser tattoo kit in hand. From that day forth, little Maul vowed he would never again brush his teeth. A tear or two rolled down the sides of his face as he finally fell asleep.

To the sounds of his twin brother giggling at him.

"I'll show you." thought little Maul, "one day I'll show you all."

Little Maul hugged his Sith Monkey even tighter than before. "At least you still love me, Sith monkey."

One day Maul's older sister, Riina was practicing a school marching band routine with her batons. She was very good at twirling them, throwing them in the air and catching them again. This gave him an idea.

He ran to his room and picked up his lightsaber and began twirling it. He was smart enough not to activate the blades but began to experiment with the possibilties. After weeks of twirling and spinning the hilt from hand to hand and around his torso, he decided it was time to try it with the blades on.

With a bone chilling snap-hiss of the activated blades he turned to face himself in his bedroom mirror. He took a deep breath and began slowly repeating the routines he had memorized. Slowly and cautiously he twirled the blades around him. The continuous humming of the red blades became music to him. Faster and faster he twirled, watching himself in the mirror. He could feel the force flow through him and felt something new. Something powerful.

One day, outside the Galactic Mart (The other Empire), Maul was goofing around with his lightsaber, twirling it around. A boy about his age was walking by, carrying a stuffed toy. It was a Jedi Monkey. The boy stopped in his tracks to observe Maul twirling his lightsaber.

"Can I see your Jedi Monkey?" asked Maul with fascination. There were very few made and this was the upgrade to the Sith Monkeys that were mass produced in poor quality.

"You do not need to see my Jedi Monkey," was the boy's answer.

"I do not need to see your Jedi Monkey," came Maul's reply.

The boy laughed at Maul, mockingly and pointed at Maul in derision, taunting. "Boy you have a weak mind!" He began to toss his Jedi Monkey from hand to hand, daring Maul to keep his eye on the stuffed toy.

Rage filled Maul's heart and he twirled his lightsaber and with one quick swipe he sliced the Jedi Monkey in half at the belly while it flew in mid air.
the Jedi Monkey seemed to fall in slow motion as it fell to the floor in two pieces.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" came a blood curdling yell from the young boy. Maul sneered and with great satisfaction, deactivated his lightsaber and went home.

Meanwhile in another Galaxy even further away,Papa Smurf was feeling Smurfy about some not so Smurfy things going on in the Smurf Village.
"Papa Smurf,Papa Smurf!"Yelled Brainy Smurf.

"Gargamel's cat,Asrael,has eaten Smurfette,Jokey,Stupid Smurf!!!!What the Smurf are we going to do!!!"Shreiked Brainy.

Suddenly,Papa Smurf pulled an axe from a stump he was standing near and........