[lightsaber ignites]
[clears throat] This is your final call for the end-of-year family race
of the Hanna City Flight Academy.
It's our annual celebration of our pilot trainees and their families.
Believe it or not, it's hosted by me...
[laughing]
...Wedge Antilles.
Young cadets... [indistinct]
[Jawa grunting]
[speaking Jawaese]
[Wedge] It's our cadet-and-parent competition
-amongst our most promising pilots. - [gasps]
So, cadets, tell your parents!
[gasps]
[rock music playing on speakers]
[imitating guitar]
Uh-oh.
[grunting]
[music continues]
[music stops]
[bugs squeaking]
[bug squeaks, squeals]
Right. I'm off to the academy.
- Bye, Mum. - [electricity crackling]
[music resumes]
Oh! Racing off already?
Racing? No.
I mean, uh, not me.
- You all right? - [music stops]
Yeah, uh--
Ooh! What's up with Z-1?
Nothing now. All fixed. [chuckles]
- [Z-1 beeps] - [sighs]
- [gasps] Oh! I felt that. - [Z-1 beeps, whimpers]
This is Red 2 to Red Leader. Do you copy?
Ah! Look at you.
Copy that, Red 2. This is Red Leader.
Here comes the Ryloth Roll.
- [laughs] - Whoo-hoo!
[Z-1 beeps]
- Oh, no. - Right, uh, I've gotta go.
- Uh-uh-uh. Hold your equinoids! - [gasps]
Bring it in.
[sighs]
Ooh! My top pilot.
- [straining] - [grunts] Mum.
Oh! Ooh! I made lunch for you.
Ta-da!
Oh.
Thanks.
- [horn honking] - Uh, that's my transit.
Oh! Bye then, Anni.
[Z-1 beeps]
I know, Z-1.
It'll all be worth it when she graduates from that fancy flight academy.
[thrusters firing]
Oh, hey!
Your lunch!
[Z-1 beeping]
[Wedge] Welcome to the Hanna City Flight Academy's annual race day.
Oh! [laughs]
Be sure to check out the official Wedge-themed products
- at my merchandise stall. - [yelps]
[crowd chattering]
You're not racing?
No. Uh, Mum couldn't make it.
But it's our first family race.
The chance to show everyone at the academy how good you are.
What's she doing that's so important?
[pilot] Mending a leaky pipe?
It's a shame.
I was looking forward to racing your--
What was it?
Flying porta-potty?
It's a spacetug, actually.
That's it. [sighs]
Well, someone has to do the basic maintenance, right?
In the house now, race champion, Julan and Dorota Van Reeple!
Oh, mother's here.
Duty calls. Ta-ta then.
[laughs] Uh...
Why'd you let her talk to you like that?
She's a total--
[speaking Shyriiwook]
Exactly.
[Wedge] The family race is about to start.
[child moaning]
[laughing]
[Wedge] And remember, it's just a bit of fun, everybody.
[straining]
[both gasp]
[alarm chirps]
- [crowd cheering] - Thank you. Thank you.
[groans] Losers.
- [Wedge] Racers, start your engines. - [sighs]
[chuckles]
[grunts]
[crowd murmuring]
[crowd gasps]
[murmuring continues]
[protocol droid] Oh, my.
- [spacetug horn blowing] - Huh?
- [gasps] - [crowd chattering]
Anni!
Uh-- Oh.
Anni! Anni!
[Z-1 beeping]
Thanks, Z-1.
[sighs] Mum.
There you are.
You left your lunch.
Ooh!
Uh, thanks, Mum.
But-- But you didn't have to. Uh, don't you have work?
Oh, it's all right. I'll make up the hours.
So, what's happening?
Are everyone's parents here?
[Wedge] Sorry for the delay to the family race, folks.
Family race? For families?
Oh. [laughs] Silly Billy.
Can you come back later?
- Cleanup will be after the race. - [chuckles]
[stammers] I'm not here to work.
Anni, can you get your porta-potty off the starting line?
Thank you.
- Eh? - Don't worry. We're leaving.
[spacetug beeping]
- [sighs] - Let's get strapped in.
Why are we strapping in?
- We are just moving the ship, aren't we? - [Wedge] Go!
Whoa!
Whoo-hoo! [laughs]
[whimpering]
Why are you racing?
This is a family race, and you're a pilot, aren't you?
Uh, no-- [stammers]
Can we please just stop? This is crazy.
What? Racing? Or the fact you kept this entire event a secret?
[parents screaming]
Oy, posh pants!
Clean this!
- Ugh, goodness. - [gasps]
They let anyone in these days.
Mum! This is exactly why I didn't wanna race.
What is?
All of this. This--
This piece of old junk is embarrassing.
Z-1 barely functioning is embarrassing.
You! You are embarrassing!
[gasps]
[gasps] Oh, sweetheart, is that how you really feel?
- I... What? - [ship horn honks]
Julan, Mummy's waiting. Do it!
Oh!
I can't believe they just did that.
Z-1, activate the stabilizers.
Huh? Z-1?
[Z-1 whimpers]
[Z-1 beeping]
Oh, Z-1!
We better stop.
Those are live cables.
Take the controls.
Me?
I can't-- I can't fly this.
Yes, you can.
You've got this, Red 2.
[gasps]
[Anni's mom] Z-1.
- [grunts] - [Z-1 beeping]
[gasps] Hang on!
[pants]
Not so bad for a bit of old junk, eh, Mum?
Mum? Z-1?
Mum!
[Anni's mom] What are you calling a bit of old junk?
[laughing]
You're okay. Hold on!
Once we're out the tunnel, I'll land.
And let those posh pants win the race?
No chance.
-Full steam ahead, my girl. - [grunts]
Whoa!
Whoa. Okay.
Hold on, Red Leader.
Things are about to get bumpy.
And yet another win for the Van Reeples.
- [chuckles] - [cackling]
Who's that?
You can't hide in my blind spot forever, Anni.
[grunts]
- [grunts] - Stop copying me.
Julan, do something for once!
Great flying, Red 2!
Thanks, Red Leader.
Second place is last place.
- Give it to me! - Mummy, I'm trying.
- Uh, Anni? - [Anni] Hold on.
Here comes the Ryloth Roll.
[both laughing]
Where did she learn that?
Watch out! There's a--
- [grunting] - [grunting] Mummy!
[Anni's mom laughing]
Yes, Anni. That's my girl!
[grunts]
[crowd cheering]
[Wedge on PA, indistinct]
- [groaning] - It's not fa--
Uh, we have a winner!
- Aw. - [pants]
- Z-1! Mum! - [laughing]
So, you did learn a few things at your fancy academy then.
[laughing]
I've learned a lot from you, Mum.
I'm sorry. I should have told you about the race.
Even if you can be a little bit embarrassing.
Sometimes.
Of course I'm embarrassing.
I am your mother.
[Wedge] Well, that's it for another year, folks.
Enjoy the rest of the day.
Oh! [laughs]
And keep an eye out for Wedge-themed products
at my merchandise stall.
Fantastic value, and all profits go to, um,
the pilot-specific veteran support fund.