Tribal Council: Week Four (Ooteeni)

Allrighty. Next up is Mabbitt. I'll got tally the votes.

J.J. walks back with scarf around his mouth and nose as he holds the rotting womprat skull and carefully takes out the votes.















First vote.......................Siri













next vote.......Siri


















......................Dooku





















......................Dooku. That's two for Siri, two for Dooku.

Han: We can count, gutterball. Why don't you do us all a favor and tell us who's axed.

ahem....well.....








....................Siri




















................Siri.
The sixth person voted off Survivor: Tatooine....





















Jedi Siri. I'm sorry. The tribe has spoken.

The rest of you can go back to your camps. The suns going to rise awfully early tomorrow. Goodnight.

Tribal Council: Week Four (Mabbitt)

J.J.: Alright. It's been a hard week and I know coming here and voting someone off doesn't make it any easier. Mabbitt, you're up first. I'll read the votes.
Grabs the voting skull. Takes a sniff. J.J.'s eyes start to water and he begins to retch.

J.J.: Aw man! That's nasty! Has this thing always smelled this bad?
All the contestents nod their heads vigorously.

J.J.: Right. I'll have to change that. But for now, I'll read the votes. First vote......











.............Palps.















Next vote.................................Palpatine













......................Qui-Gon



















.................That evil guy in speedos.













.................Palpatine














................... Palps.










The fifth person to be voted off....




















Senetor Palpatine. Senetor....the tribe has spoken. And as such it is my duty to remind you to please....don't force lightning the messenger.

The Scavenger Hunt winners

J.J.: Aaaaaaaaaand…time!Mabbitt, your tribe was the first to have all six of your members return with an item. Let’s take a look at the items.A nice power generator…good. A cactus…yes. An Eopie….cute. A poncho…right. A jo-jo toy….ewww, but made here so it’s good. And a salty frog. It all looks good. Now Ooteeni….what can I say? Not only did half of you come back empty handed some of you have yet to return. Where’s Yoda?
Siri: I think I saw him being dragged down the next street over.
J.J.: How can you tell?
Siri: sniff…sniff Oh, I can tell.
J.J.: Now Typho, good try. You made it back in time but unfortunately that flower is only found on cool wet climate planets. Siri, Anakin, and Dooku, you all returned empty handed.
Dooku: I for one will not stoop to lower quality when it comes to acquiring clothes.
J.J.: And Anakin, not only did you come back empty handed, you also successfully used the Force on Owen Lars. That in itself is a violation of the challenge.
Anakin: What? No wait junior J, it wasn’t like that. He came at me, man. He was like, all crazed from binging on pork rinds and Old Mos Eisley. I had to protect myself and spit.
J.J.: We have cameras following all of you. This is a show after all. Would you like to take a look?

Anakin: .................no.
J.J.: …and Han, you were supposed to find a snack did you…Han? Has anyone seen…?
Han walks up to the group licking his fingers. Stops. Takes a look at everyone’s faces.
Han: What…?
J.J.: All in all…kinda sad. So Mabbitt wins!
The Mabbitt tribe cheers. The Ooteeni tribe sulks.
J.J.: Here’s the deluxe gaming system for your tribe. You should have fun with that in the evenings.
Yoda, dusty and tattered, finally walks up to the ending point with Bob the Bantha close in tow.
Yoda: Run out of gas, my Bantha has. Too late, am I?
Typho: ya, we got snaked again.
J.J.: Unfortunately, this is another week where both tribes must come to tribal council and vote. So I’ll be seeing everybody tomorrow for the vote. There’s a transport waiting to take you back to your respective tribes. Goodnight.
As the tribe members board the transport, J.J. gathers up the items.
J.J.: Boy, I should get a good mark-up on these items. Except for that Jo-Jo toy. I mean really, who wants a toy that looks like a pickle?
PHHHHHhhhhhffffff!
J.J.: AAAaaaaaaggggggggh!!!

Typho: Desert Rose

I figured the easiest of the items on the scavenger hunt list would’ve been the plant. I mean, all I had to do was find a market and get a vegetable, right?

Wrong!

I couldn’t find a market for an hour. Then when I finally found it, there were no vegetables or fruit – it was a meat market. I wasted another hour before I found a vegetable market. That didn’t work out either. It was an upscale market with mostly offworld produce and everything cost way more than the three credits allocated to me.

So I started to look for flower shops. That was a joke too. You can’t buy one flower.

Finally, when I was about to admit defeat, I spotted what looked like a greenhouse in the backyard of a home in a wealthy section of town.

I, uh, liberated a small white flower from the greenhouse.

Video switches to montage of Typho chucking a rock at the glass, yanking a branch off a plant, and being chased by dogs through the back alleys of Mos Eisley. The theme from Troops plays.

I’ll pay for the glass.

I’m good for the money.

I really hope this flower is native to Tatooine. It looks suspiciously tropical, but it’s too late to find anything else now.

Palps: The hunt for a power supply

So I got a couple of credits and headed off to see if I could get a power source for the scavenger hunt.

I headed for the side of town were all the junkyards were.

[ding-ding]

Junk Dealer: Uh..hello. What canna I do for you?

Palps: Yes, I am looking for a small power supply.

Junk Dealer: Well, you comea to the right place. Let me show you what we have.

He proceeded to show me a series of power supplies, all of which were either too big or too expensive. I then spotted one that would probably work

Palps: What about that one?

Junk Dealer: O, that one. Yes, it’s not for sale..eh, sorry.

Palps: Are you sure?

Junk Dealer: Yes, of course I’m sure. Hey, where have I seen you before? Youa look familiar? You some kind of jedi or something?

Palps: I’m sure you’re mistaken. I’ve never been to your planet until a couple of weeks ago.

Junk Dealer: You sure?? I think I seen you on TV. [eyes widen] No wait…it was on a security tape. My brother’s food store over in Mos Espa. You killed him! I saw it on the tape!

Palps: I’m sure that you must have me confused with someone else…I’ll just be leaving.

Junk Dealer: O no you don’t!

At that he pulled a small blaster from his belt. I quickly drew my lightsaber and deflected a couple of shots, then sent one of his shots right back at him as I pulled the blaster from his hand.

He fell.

Oops.

I left three credits on the counter, and helped myself to the power supply. I went back to meet up with Jawa Juice to hand it in.

JJ: Great job Palps, that was fast! I hope you didn’t have to kill anybody I know?

Palps: [nervously] Uhh, of course not my boy…why would you think that. I think I’ll strip down to my speedo and catch some sun while we wait for the others to return.

JJ: O geez. If you’re gonna do that, go over there somewhere where the rest of us don’t have to see.

Yoda: Bob the Bantha

Difficult for someone my size, walking down a crowded street is. See you, no one does. Still, polite I try to be. "Excuse me, please. Coming through, a tiny Jedi Master is. Step on me do not, please."

Working, this approach was not. But surprised you would be at how effective, hitting people in the shins with my cane is. Especially if hard enough I hit them so that fall down in pain, it makes them. Just be careful I must that fall on me they do not.

Anyway, walked around this stupid place for over two hours looking for a pet shop, I had. Where I was I knew not. See above the crowds I could not! So tired I was. So, to the side of the street, away from the crowds I stepped.

Just then, a voice behind me I heard, "Hey. Hey you. Little green man. You wanta buy a Bantha, eh?"

Around to look at him I turned. A small fluttering creature with a long nose and little wings, he was.

"Bantha?" I asked him, "A bantha for sale you have?"

"Sure, sure. Banthas I have. Lotsa banthas. Maybe you like a big strong one, eh? So you can get around, yeah? You don't hafta worry about getting stepped on, eh? I gotta just the one for you. Come on, you follow me now." He said, then gestured with his hand that follow him I should.

Around back behind his shop he took me. A wooden stable with several banthas, there was.

"This the one you need, right here. Shesa my best bantha. Look, very strong, yeah? You can ride her all over the city, eh? Tower over everybody, yeah?"

"Very fine she is yes."

"Tell ya what Ima gonna do for you, my friend. Ima gonna make you special deal. This bantha very strong, but I give her to you for... 100 credits, yeah? A good deal, eh?"

"100 credits?! Afford that I cannot."

"Whatta you talkin, eh? Ima giving you good deal here. What? You want I should give you the bantha for free, eh? Ok, tell ya what Ima gonna do here. Maybe 90 credits, yeah? But you don't tell nobody, yeah? I only do for you, eh?"

"Have 90 credits I do not."

"How many credits you got, eh? Maybe we can make a deal."

"Only 4 credits I have."

"4 credits? What? You think Ima charity here? Get outta here."

Around I turned, and about to walk away I was.

"Hey, wait a minute. Maybe I gotta something for you, eh? Here ya go, look here. Itsa name is Bob."

The mangiest, sorriest-looking bantha that ever seen I have, he showed me.

"Still alive, that thing is?" I asked.

"Whatta you expect for 4 credits, eh? A thoroughbred, eh? Ima doing you a favor here."

"Ok, take it I will."

My money he took, and then he said, "Ok, I gotta tell you about a little problem it has, yeah?"

"A little problem?"

"Yeah, itsa blind in the eyes. It don't see nothing. But don't worry. Itsa gonna be OK. You just lead him around with these reins, eh? Justa like this. Don't worry."

"Blind?! Supposed to get him around, how..."

"Itsa nothing. Don't worry. Oh, and a one more thing. Itsa gotta problem with its nerves. Don't do nothing to scare it. It'll be ok."

"A problem with it's nerves?"

Then close to me he leaned and whispered, "And don't say 'pickle'."

"Pickle?"

"WUAWWWW!" the thing yelled, and then out of it the most awful smell came. Badly, my eyes started to sting. Pass out, it made the other banthas.

"Look what you do! What?! You gotta big ears. Whatta you, deaf? I told you don'ta say that! Its afraid of that word!"

"What word?" I asked.

"Pickle!"

"WUAWWWW!"

*Cough* *Hack* *Cough*. "Do that *cough* why *cough* does it?"

"Its gotta little *cough* gas problem. Don't worry. Itsa nothing. Justa don't say that word no more. You gonna be alright."

Do what, could I? Only 4 credits I had. Running out of time I was. Go back empty-handed I could not. So the reins I took, and leading the stupid thing away I started.

"Oh, and one more thing."

"What?!" I said, "another thing?!"

"Yeah, don't worry. Itsa just...don't try to ride it, eh? It don't like that."

Great. A blind, nervous bantha with a gas problem I had, and even ride it I could not. Lead it all the way back through town, I would have to. To lead it, I tried, but very big it was, and very small I am. See anything it could not, so into things it kept running. Knock over people it would. What's more, trouble figuring out where I was, I was having.

Crowded the streets became again. About to give up I was! But then, an idea I got. Around I turned Bob so that pointing down the street, his hiney was.

"Pickle!"

"Wuawwww!"

Quickly, the street cleared out! For their lives, everyone who was still conscious ran. Still, trouble finding my way, I was having. And running out, time was.

Lost for two hours I had been. About to give out, my legs were. Finally JJ and the Mabbitt tribe I saw. Several blocks down the street they were. Waving to me they were. Almost done I was! But, walk anymore I could not. So, up on Bob I climbed.

Like that, he did not!

"Wuawwww!"

He bucked and bucked, so that off I fell. Away he started to run, but tangled in the reins my hand was! Let go I could not! So down the street, the bantha dragged me, away from where I was supposed to go!

At some point, knocked unconscious, I was. When I woke up, laying in a pile of garbage I was. All over, I hurt. Ripped my clothes were. Nowhere to be found, Bob was. Great, I thought, live this down, I will not.

Challenge #4: Scavenger Hunt

*The two tribes take a transport from their camps and in an hour and a half arrive here…*

J.J.: Mos Eisley. You will not find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. But otherwise it’s a nice place.
It’s here that you have your next challenge. Each team must make their way into the city and find a list of items. A kind of scavenger hunt, if you will. All items that you find must be made or be indigenous to Tatooine. The items are:

A local plant

A toy

An item of clothing

A power source

A pet animal

A local candy or snack

This gives a little leeway as to what you have to bring back.

Each tribe will receive only 25 credits to buy all the items on the list, which isn’t much money, so you may have to find other ways such as haggling to acquire them. And once again, those with Jedi skills can not employ them to make the shopkeepers give you the items for free. You have five hours to find everything on the list.

One more obstacle…You must divided the list among yourselves. You have six people in each tribe...only one person can find one of the items on the list. For example, one person goes and looks for a toy, another person searches for a power source, etc.

All six tribe members of a team must have their item back here where I’m standing to win. The first tribe to have all six items wins!

The winning team will receive this….

A super deluxe Toshy© XXL-Box hyper-mega game system compleate with high def. plasma screen and six robo-controlers. Plus your choice of six games. The perfect thing to pass away the endless nights out in the desert.

As you know, by popular vote, this is another reward only challenge. That means once again both teams will be coming to Tribal council this Friday and both teams will be voting one of their own off.

If there aren’t any questions….?

Qui-Gon: Ya, like, what if the plant or the snack or whatever is kinda on the illegal side. We're not going to like...get busted or anything. I mean...some of us might have records and all...just saying...

Typho: Ya. What if we try to steal the item instead of paying for it?

Jar-Jar: What if messa needta to go to the bathroom?

J.J.: Good questions all. Well...most of them. Some items you choose may be illegal but that is your choise to try and aquire them. If you are caught stealing or caught buying illegal substanses, you will only be held until the five hour time limit has expired. We here at Survivor: Tatooine will then bail you out, but your team will more than likely have lost. Obviously it's better if you try to buy or haggle than to steal.

Palps: Yes...give in to your theiving dark side. It will only make me stronger...

Everyone: What?

Palps: Eh? Oh nothing. Just a bit of gas.

Dooku: Oh, that's what that wretched stench was. I thought that was Leia, what with all that womprat stew they've been eating.

Leia: Awww, fork off!

J.J.: Well...now that that is...eh...settled. Are you all ready? Okay. Go!

Tribal council: Week Three (mabbitt)

J.J.: Welcome Mabbitt. Ooteeni just finished casting their votes and now it looks like it’s your turn.

*One by one, the Mabbitt Tribe walk over to the table, scribble down a name and place the paper inside the hollowed womprat skull. Then J.J. scoots over, grabs the skull and begins calling out the names.*

First vote…………Palpatine.

Next……Obi-Wan

……….Obi-Wan

………Qui-Gon

………Palaptine. That’s two votes Palpatine. Two votes Obi-Wan.

……Obi-Wan.

The fourth person voted off Survivor: Tatooine……..Obi-Wan.

Master Kanobi….the tribe has spoken.

Everyone else, I’ll see you tomorrow for another challenge.