THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, because you won't get it.

Artoo pleads to Threepio one more time with a loud whistling beep.

THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way.

Artoo turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering mesas. He beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant mountains.

DUNE SEA: Threepio, hot and tired, struggles up over the ridge of a dune; only to find more dunes, which seem to go on for endless miles.

He looks back in the direction of the now distant rock mesas.

THREEPIO: That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.

His plight seems hopeless, when a glint of reflected light in the distance reveals an object moving towards him.

THREEPIO: Wait, what's that? A transport! I'm saved!

The bronze android waves frantically and yells at the approaching transport.

THREEPIO: Over here! Hey, Heyyyyy! Help! Please, help!

TATOOINE - ROCK CANYON - SUNSET: The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures fill the air.

Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes.

He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way.

In the distance, a pebble tumbles down the steep canyon wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows.

A little further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow path.

The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow.

He manages one short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back. His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off again.

Out of the rocks scurry a few Jawas, no taller than Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be seen.

They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the trail.

SANDCRAWLER - SUNSET: The Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house.

They weld a small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked into the giant machine.

The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport.

SANDCRAWLER - HOLD AREA: It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler.

Artoo switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles around the scrap heap.

The narrow beam swings across rusty metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end of the chamber.

SANDCRAWLER - PRISON AREA: Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling.

In the middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various shapes and sizes.

Some are engaged in electronic conversation, while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls out from the gloom.

THREEPIO: Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!

A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him.

SANDCRAWLER - SUNSET: The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain ridge.