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Wes carefully spread the glue on the bottom of the small figure and then pressed it to the nose of the X-Wing. He held it there for a few moments, then leaned back a bit on the ladder to get a better look at his work. Small figures of Ewoks in every shape and size covered the surface of the snubfighter. Some were stuck on and others painted, but either way, Wedge was in for the surprise of his life in the morning.
Hobbie was already down on the duracrete, working to get the last traces of paint out from under his fingernails. "Why did I let you talk me into this again?"
Wes looked down at him and grinned. "Probably because we’re going to be leaving on our new assignment before Wedge gets a chance to see our little surprise. So, there won’t be anything he can do to get even with us. Besides, we needed to do something extra special for him before we left."
"You mean he can’t get even with us right away, but what about when we get back?"
Wes climbed down and put his arms around Hobbie’s shoulder. "You worry too much. By the time we’re finished with the assignment, he’ll have forgotten all about this little incident and we’ll have thought of something much more dramatic for our coming home present."
Hobbie looked at Wes and then quirked an eyebrow. "So, what you’re saying is..."
"It’ll be worse than this."
Hobbie sighed. "We’re doomed."
Wes's eyes twinkled in merriment. "Absolutely. Just not today."