Stardate, oh wait, that’s Pajama Boy talk.
The surf was down today, way down, no wave action anywhere in the quadrant. Just as well as today was the day for the Intergalactic Bowling Tournament hosted at the Scum and Villainy Lanes on Mos Eisley. Teams from all around were scheduled to put in an appearance. I had to scramble to get one put together as most of my crew never heard of bowling. Neither had, but I figured what the hey! If Gremmie can bowl, so can I.
My team ended up comprised of the Doctor, Bwanna, and Kola KooKoo, Bwanna’s assistant. We were primed and ready, and nothing better to do since there wasn’t any surf to speak of.
If we only knew what was in store for us.
At the Scum and Villainy Lanes, all participants must first check their weapons at the front desk. No Bat’leths and no phasers. No problem. I looked at my disruptor, verified it was fully charged and holstered it. Weapons check complete.
Bowling looks like a fairly simple game: You pick up a large ball, weighing around 14 pounds, and roll it down a lane to smash into a punch of pins, 10 to be exact. The more you knock down, the better, get ’em all on the first ball and you get what is called a strike (no relation to unions or the Federation Strike Force), or, if you have to use two balls, one at a time, and knock them all down, you get a spare. Simple enough.
However, it wasn’t long before we figured out that this game was somehow rigged. This cat in black robes and armor, whenever he was left with one lone pin standing, would stand out there, hold up one hand, and sure enough, it would turn to dust before the pin setter grabbed it.
The Doctor found that he could use his super long scarf to similar advantage, using it to snap at a pin to knock it down. The problem is, the pinsetter grabbed the scarf and shredded it, knocking the lane we were on out of action until the yarn could be phasered off.
There were other obstacles, much like you find at a miniature golf course: tractor beams forcing balls into the gutter, deflector shields, and super magnets to hold the pins in place. It turns out this is standard bowling in Mos Eisley.
Bwanna and Kola KooKoo used their mystic powers to help raise their scores, however, I was left holding the proverbial Bat’leth. I guess this means I should stick to surfing.
Kahuna
