EXT. TATOOINE - MOS EISLEY - STREET - MARKET - DAY

The Jedi, the Gungan, and the Princess pass by several outdoor cafes and stalls. Amidala’s stomach growls as she takes in the scent of roasting meat and vegetables.

AMIDALA : I'm hungry. I'd like something to eat.

OBI-WAN : Buy us each a little something, Captain.

Tarpals leaves them, going to a stall where a vendor sells several dead frog-like creatures hanging from wires.

VENDOR : Whatcha want?

CAPT. TARPALS : Three of those - three of those f'oggs.

VENDOR : Fog? What?

CAPT. TARPALS : (pronouncing the word with difficulty) F'ogg, ferg ... fer-og. Three fer-ogs.

VENDOR : That'll be seven truguts.

As the vendor takes down three of the frogs and hands them over to Tarpals, an ugly Dug - Sebulba - strides up to the Gungan.

SEBULBA : Chuba! You!

TARPALS : Me?

SEBULBA : Yes, you!

CAPT. TARPALS : What is it u'sa want?

SEBULBA : (pushing his face up to Tarpals's) I don't like you ...

CAPT. TARPALS : That isn't my problem. Be going.

SEBULBA : (poking Tarpals in the chest) I don't like you, you toad-faced worrt! You smell like something's wet underfoot!

CAPT. TARPALS : (pushing away Sebulba's wrist) Leave, barbarian. Your insults will put you down.

SEBULBA : Try me, maggot!

The Dug violently pushes Tarpals, causing the Gungan to fall back and crash into another stall, tipping several trays of fried roach candies over. Tarpals unsheathes a knife, and Sebulba pulls out a blaster.

As Obi-Wan unclips his lightsaber a blaster bolt lances out, hitting the Dug in the hand, knocking the weapon from his grip and burning away several fingers. Everyone looks over to the blaster bolt came from - where they find Owen and the armed Anakin standing at a café. Anakin leaves Owen, walking over to the Dug.

ANAKIN : Better be careful, Dug. This one's connected - to the Hutts, I believe. I wouldn’t mess with him if I were you.

SEBULBA : (nursing his injured hand) Stupid dirt farmer. I'll teach you to meddle with me ...

Sebulba begins to walk towards Anakin. Anakin brings his blaster up, aiming it straight toward the Dug's face. Sebulba freezes.

ANAKIN : I think you'd better get going, Sebulba, seeing as you’ve got more pressing matters to attend to. We’ll tango later.

SEBULBA : I'll be going, twerp. I've got more pressing matters to attend to. (cont’d) I promise you, though, that’ll we’ll tango later. Oh, yes!

ANAKIN : Glad to hear it, Dug, glad to hear it.

SEBULBA : Glad to hear it, dirt farmer, glad to hear it.

Sebulba steps away from Anakin, returning to the stall with the frogs. The Dug swipes the three frogs meant for the trio from the vendor, then leaves fuming. Anakin holsters the blaster as Owen goes to him, scolding him.

OWEN : Anakin. You've gotta stop getting into fights with him. You know Sebulba ...

Obi-Wan and the others approach the two brothers.

OBI-WAN : (clipping his lightsaber to his belt) Tarpals here could have met an unfortunate end if you hadn't gotten involved and helped. Thank you.

ANAKIN : (eyeing the lightsaber) No problem ... (cont’d) You guys aren’t from around here are you?

OBI-WAN : How’d you guess?

ANAKIN : (pointing at his clothes) No one dresses like that here.

OBI-WAN : (looking down at his shirt, then at Owen’s and Anakin’s) No, I suppose not. (cont’d) We were on our way to the Ophuchi system when our ship suffered damage travelling through hyperspace. Once the replacement parts have been delivered and installed we’ll be on our way.

ANAKIN : Do you have any shelter?

OBI-WAN : We'll be heading back to our ship.

ANAKIN : You're welcome to stay the night at our farm. We have an extra room or two we never use.

OBI-WAN : Hmm ...

ANAKIN : You won't be a burden on us or anything. I'm sure it'll be okay.

OBI-WAN : Very well ... we'll gladly accept your invitation. Lead the way.

As the brothers lead the trio to their landspeeder Owen leans close to Anakin, whispering in his ear.

OWEN : We don't know them from Adam, Nik. I don't know if we should let them stay with us.

ANAKIN : Don't be such a worry-worrt. It's not like they're Anzati marauders or something like that.

OWEN : Fine, I’ll go along with it. But don’t think for a second that I'm going to let you get me in trouble for any of this. If Mom asks, I’m telling her it was all your idea.

ANAKIN : (laughing) Sure, Owen, sure.