Skywalker Ranch, evening. George - in all his flannel glory and fuzzy slippers - is making new plans for his entertainment empire...
- Yes... um... yes... that's a good one... Rick would love it... but that another educational program has to have a name... ah! let's focus on its key figure: Jar-Jar.... the tutor for children... Got it! "Wesa No Leaving No Kiddie Behindie Muy-Muy"!
While drawing a conceptual sketch of WNLNKBMM logo, he's startled by a strange sound outside...
- Darned private planes... I'll sue them all for disturbing me... I swe....
Suddenly a gunship lands with a whizzing sound in front of the house! Clone troopers force their way through the big glass wall on one side of the house. George just stands in place, paralyzed with fear and disbelief.
Clone commander walks up to him:
- George Lucas, you're under arrest for breaking the law of the Republic! Retrospective data alteration without prior permission from a republican senior archivist is a serious offense! Take him!
- What? Wait! This can't be...
Troopers try to put handcuffs on him, but suddenly he manages to escape from their grasps, like a little thief! One of the clones accidentially grabs him by his beard... pulling it off, including hair on his head. Now-bald Lucas screams "Eeek!" with a voice like a castrate, shocked to loose his wig.
- I knew it was fake, sarge - says the trooper.
- Whatever. Get him on the board.
Soldiers are taking protesting Lucas on the gunboat. With his fading screams "...but I'm an American citizeeen!..." the ship flies away to unknown destination...
At last, justice!