(A number of you have asked what we're doing with the proceeds of the day. Silver and I have had a dream for some years now of opening our very own "Goofy's Candy Company" sweets shop right here on Islandshire. Just like the one at Disney Springs. Today's event was a good start towards making that dream come true.)
Written by Jill (Silver's twin sister) "Aren't you excited, Jill, about how well things are going? Are you running out of anything that I should know about? How's the popcorn holding out? Here, have a pretzel. This is my last set of refills, so we'd better have one before they're gone. Mmmmm. Ooh, almost forgot the butter dip. Want some dip? No, I don't think the popcorn squeezy butter will taste good squirted on your pretzel. It's just going to make a drippy mess. Besides, you'd better save the butter for the popcorn munchers around here. I can't wait to see what they all buy from the Gift Shop. Next year, we'll have to bring posters to sell." I took a quick look at the inventory and told Sis not to push the Droid Doughnuts. "Think a Sorgiecicle would follow the pretzel well? I've been eyeing them ever since we got here. Yum. They are good. Ooh, Silver, they're at the part where the AT-ST Walker falls in the pond. Huh? I know because that's what music is playing right now. It just hit the 29 minutes and 2 seconds mark. No, I'm not making that up." Silver just smiled at me. She says I'm the queen of the player remote, when I just really happen to be . . . um . . . a details kinda gal. Especially when it comes to music and video, two of my favorite topics. Silver and I are unalike in many ways. For better or worse. "Nanea! Janie! We didn't expect you until after the show!" Everyone on the Island knows that Nanea is too sensitive and Janie too young to watch scary movies like Star Wars. "I'm so glad you came early. It was getting a little lonely out here by ourselves. Jill, look at how cute Janie's outfit is. And it's SORGIE colored! Janie, you MUST try a Sorgiecicle. Sorry, forgot. Has to be chocolate. Hmmm. Well, we do have Mando Chocolates down there on the bottom shelf. Sure you wouldn't like to just try a Sorgiecicle? And you can't come by today without trying a Nevarro Nummie. Okay, just pretend there's chocolate inside." Silver and I love Janie to pieces. There's such a sweet air of personal confidence about her. She loves who she is, and she loves everyone else for who they are. And such a chocolate nut. Nanea looked around for an out-of-the-way place for Truannie's stroller, nearby enough to be able to keep an eye on her but far enough away so that no one could trip over her. Since they were the only ones in the lobby, she didn't have to look far, and there was a lot of cute stuff to distract the baby for a bit. "Isn't she just the best baby ever?! Janie and I said we'd babysit, so that Harold and Eliot could enjoy the Star Wars Day fun. And she just loves Baby Yoda already. Say 'Grogu', Sweetheart!" Truannie stared at the display for a minute. "Googie." The twins went into raptures. "She said it! She said GROGU! Oh, just wait till Harold and Eliot hear about this." Nanea and Janie looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Googie is the only word Truannie knows, and she's been saying it since she was a tiny baby. Someone really should tell those girls that there is life apart from Baby Yoda, Nanea thought. No. That's not a good idea. Better to leave them happy the way they are. Their enthusiasm brings a lot of smiles to the residents of Islandshire. And Googie does sound kinda like Grogu. Hmm. I don't know. I'll ask Harold what he thinks. Leaving Truannie to enjoy the Baby Yoda display, Nanea went back to have a quick look at the lovely treats and admire the Mandalore Munchies menu. "That is the cleverest menu! You always have the most creative ideas. You'll have to help me with something like this for the Luau Laundromat when I get it set up. You really won't mind? Ooh, we'll have so much fun. Wow! This must have taken you girls quite a while to source all these Star Wars-y items. You must shop a lot." Sis and I burst into laughter (in unison, of course). "Oh, we do! We do!" Giggle giggle. Nanea wondered what was so funny. As she stood trying to figure it out, I caught sight of Janie sitting on the floor in front of the Popcorn Maker. "Janie, do you need any help down there? Are you okay?" "Thank you, Jill, but I'm fine. I'm just filling my bag with Mando Chocolates to take home. I have a lot of friends who could use a little more chocolate, so I'm buying presents. Is it okay if I take them all? There are just enough to fill my bag. And I think you should always take as much as your bag can hold. After all, you wouldn't need a bag that was bigger than what you want to buy, would you?" See! What did I tell you? An original thinker, if ever there was one. "No problem, Janie. You take as many as you want. We've got a lot of other snacks for the others." While Janie filled her bag with chocolates, Nanea explained that she was shopping for Rebecca (a special Pen Pal living in North Carolina, USA). She had the perfect box at home which she wanted to stuff with Star Wars Day gifts. "Silver, I'd be glad for any help you can give me. My friend is totally potty about Star Wars, but I'm not very familiar with all this. I know who Baby Yoda is, but that's about it. Could you help me choose some things that will ship well (won't melt or crumble)? Anything Mandalorian would be perfect, and I'd like an assortment of snacks and souvenirs. So, what would you suggest?" Janie was busy packing her bag with chocolates, while Silver and Nanea piled up things for Rebecca's box. This left me free to look in on Truannie. Harold's baby sister is a favorite with everyone on the Island, and I wanted to see if she would say "Grogu" again for me. "No, little baby. You can't play with that. We wouldn't want you to get hurt. Just look at this remote Grogu. Can you say Grogu for Jill? Grogu? You can say it. Come on." Truannie ignored me and stared at the paracord toy even harder. Not even a Googie from her. Look at that concentration . . . and cuteness . . . Nanea ate her Sorgiecicle and waited on Silver to ring up her purchases. She turned to check on Truannie and . . . "Guess I'll take one soggy paracord Baby chew toy, too." Nanea turned toward the door with the stroller, but Janie stood staring at Truannie, worried about whether it was healthy for a baby to put that toy in her mouth. Henry came whizzing out for a popcorn refill, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Truannie with the Baby Yoda toy. I wonder if there's another one of those for sale. I broke his reverie with a loud "Hey, Henry! Hurry up! You've only got 43 seconds left before the big finale." "No, don't bother with that. Just throw those empties away and take two more from the counter. I've got plenty of refills here. Look, I'm even covering it in extra butter and salt for you. Now hurry!" Henry flew back into the theatre, and Nanea asked Silver how I knew where they were in the movie. "Don't ask. It's a long story." Silver rushed over to her camera tripod and called Nanea and Janie back into the lobby. "You can't leave without getting your picture taken in our Mandalorian Photo-Op area. Trudy's going to run the pictures in this afternoon's edition of the Gazette, so give me your prettiest smiles. Say NUMMIES!" Click. "Janie, this isn't working. Your two-bow hair is in my face!" Click. Click. "Nanea, how about one with just you and Truannie for Harold? Say NUMMIES!" Click. "Wait, Nanea. Now one with just Truannie on her first Star Wars Day. I bet Trudy sells a lot of papers with this shot. Say GROGU, Truannie!" Click. Where's my toy? I want my new toy. Please. I'm going to cry. "Googie." Silver looked around to see if anyone else had heard. "Did you hear her? She said it again. Grogu. Just as clear as a bell. Say it again, Truannie. Gro-gu." "What did my Goddaughter say, and what is that she's sucking on? Is that good for her to have in her mouth? All right, baby girl, let's see what you've got." The others were stunned into silence with Eliot's long string of words. Janie was glad that he'd been the one to ask. Nanea took her Sorgiecicle out of her mouth long enough to say,"She's fine, Eliot, and Jill and Silver think she's saying Grogu when she says Googie." Eliot smiled at Truannie, shrugged his shoulders at the others, and went to find Harold. Girls. The minute the last show was over, the lobby filled to capacity. Silver and I silently bemoaned the fact that nobody stays these days to watch the credits, but the noise in the room made speech impossible. We just waited for the excitement to die down. What're you guys waiting for, an invitation? Let's move! Go go go go go! "Kelly, where DID you get that shirt? Are they selling them here?" "Did you find that at Lori's Thrift Store?" "Wow! A friend?! What a great friend!" "You need to show that to Jacqui and Toni. I'll bet they'd carry those in the Boutique, if they could get enough of them. I know they don't carry t-shirts; but maybe they can call them 'shabby chic' and ask a lot of money for them. You can call any ordinary item 'shabby chic' and triple the price on the tag. That's what the mainland stores do." "Do those come in boy colors, too?" Everyone was sharing their favorite moments or quoting their favorite lines. The red wire. No no, the red one. Good. Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board. No. Hold them apart. Cough cough. Are you okay? Well, it was worth a shot . . . [Slurp] Want some soup? . . . Chatter, chatter, chatter. Everyone except Harold. If that's what I think it is, it's just what I need. If I can just get a little closer, I think I can reach it. Hope I can get there before someone else snags it . . . It is. The perfect souvenir. A moment of awed silence. "Eliot! Where are you?! Wait'll you see what I found. You won't believe your eyes. It's a . . . SLAVE I. You do too know. It's Boba Fett's ship. Wow!" "Hey, George! Look at what I found!" Mina and George were oohing and aahing over what he'd found. Harold stopped in his tracks at the sight of the Mando Blaster. "Wow! Where'd you find that? Are there anymore? Look at what I got! No, this was the only one over there, but you can come to my house and look at it any time you want. Hi, Mina! What was your favorite part? Did you eat that binful of food all by yourself?" Harold didn't wait for answers, he was so anxious to pay for "the perfect souvenir". As he left the register to have his picture taken, he thanked Mina for her hard work on the water pump and said he'd have it operational tomorrow for her to see in action. "Well, then, until our paths cross . . ." "You're not seriously considering going over . . . Hang on! No no no no no . . . aaaaaaaaaaaah! Was that my speeder?" "What is going on back there? You wanna come back here and try this, be my guest!" "Was that the plan?" "Something like that." May the 4th be with You! And a Merry Christmas to all! Oops, sorry. Wrong movie again. Happy Star Wars Day! That's it. Happy Star Wars Day! Until next year . . . WAIT! It isn't over, yet! Check back soon for the afternoon edition of the Islandshire Gazette, featuring the pictures taken at today's Photo-Op corner!
(A number of you have asked what we're doing with the proceeds of the day. Silver and I have had a dream for some years now of opening our very own "Goofy's Candy Company" sweets shop right here on Islandshire. Just like the one at Disney Springs. Today's event was a good start towards making that dream come true.)
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