Artoo beeps his reluctance as Threepio turns to leave. Suddenly the
massive door starts to rise with a horrific metallic SCREECH. The
robots turn back and face an endless black cavity. The droids look at
one another, afraid to enter.
Artoo starts forward into the gloom. Threepio rushes after his stubby
companion. The door lowers noisily behind them.
Artoo, wait. Oh, dear! Artoo. Artoo, I really don't think we should
rush into all this.
Artoo continues down the corridor, with Threepio following.
Oh, Artoo! Artoo, wait for me!
7 INT JABBA'S PALACE - HALLWAY
The door slams shut with a loud crash that echoes throughout the dark
passageway. The frightened robots are met by two giant, green GAMORREAN
GUARDS, who fall in behind them. Threepio glances quickly back at the
two lumbering brutes, then back to Artoo. One guard grunts an order.
Artoo beeps nervously.
Just you deliver Master Luke's message and get us out of here. Oh my!
Oh! Oh, no.
Walking toward them out of the darkness is BIB FORTUNA, a humanlike
alien with long tentacles protruding from his skull.
Die Wanna Wanga!
Oh, my! Die Wanna Wauaga. We -- we bring a message to your master,
Jabba the Hutt.
Artoo lets out a series of quick beeps.
...and a gift.
(thinks a moment, then to Artoo)
Gift, what gift?
Bib shakes his head negatively.
Nee Jabba no badda. Me chaade su goodie.
Bib holds out his hand toward Artoo and the tiny droid backs up a bit,
letting out a protesting array of squeaks. Threepio turns to the
He says that our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself.
Bib thinks about this for a moment.
I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid he's ever so stubborn about these sort