Just when you think you can kick back and relax…

Ugh, you guys. I’m writing to you while stuck in a colossal space traffic jam. Some of Evil Queen Dagger’s Jacks (her robot soldiers) are pulling over every single spaceship and looking for some guy who owes the queen a million spaceos. Kind of reminds me of a certain movie. You know, that one where a scruffy-looking Nerfherder owed a big slimy Hutt some cash? I’m talking about Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, of course!!! I bet the guy the Jacks are looking for isn't half as cool as Han Solo, though!

Okay, time for the latest all-new chapter in Galactic Hot Dogs: Book Two. It’s called The Big Show!

When we left off, Crostini — the owner and ringmaster of the circus — was trying to give us free tickets to the show after his Wrangler tried to steal Humphree. I’m like, NO WAY DUDE. But one thing leads to another, and there we are. At the circus. And whoa, you are not going to believe what happens! Find out in Chapter Three: The Big Show…

Aw, man. I hear the dumb old Jacks pounding on the door. They better not tear apart our ship looking for the not-as-awesome-as-Han-Solo dude on the run!

See ya Wednesday,

Cosmoe