A long time ago, in a country far, far away, a young, American film maker had a novel idea. 'What,' he said to himself, 'if we did away with this 'Christmas' thing and replaced it with a multi-cultural, multi-faith winter festival where all communities could come together in a celebration of family and birth? And maybe I could flog a few toys? Ha? HA?' (Art by Nat King Coleslaw)
'I want my wookieeeeee!'
Truth is, I've been looking for an excuse to post this for a while. It's the freak in the attic that George Lucas would rather the rest of us would forget: the Star Wars Holiday Special. It being the festive season, I thought I'd slap it in. Here's the story:
'The Millennium Falcon was in trouble. Chewbacca's family was waiting for Chewie's arrival for their Life Day celebration, but Chewie and Han had run into two Imperial Star Destroyers on the way, and the Empire was not feeling very friendly that day. After deciding that turning back was not an option, Han set the coordinates for a quick hyperspace jump to outrun their unpleasant friends. The stars streaked forward, and the Falcon escaped once again.
Meanwhile, in Chewbacca's treehouse home on Kashyyyk, Chewie's wife Malla was working in the kitchen while his father Itchy carved an X-Wing Fighter toy for little Lumpy. Lumpy came downstairs, flying another X-Wing toy around and around his grandfather's head and making noises as he went. Finally Itchy became annoyed and barked sharply at Lumpy, causing him to stop in his tracks.'
Lumpy and Itchy
So. Sit back, crack open a beer and enjoy the show:
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Where's the rest of it ye bastard? 8 minutes of friggin' gurglin' and wailing.