Goodbye, Candy Land.

Hello, Death Star!

Master W. thinks I look just like Darth Vader... and that's just fine by me. Nothing exciting ever happens in Peanut Acres. I can't wait to get my hands on some rebel spies!

This will be a day long remembered.

It has seen the end of Kenobi, it will soon see the end of the Rebellion... for I am Darth Bear!

How am I doing? Miss C.'s mama finished my Darth Vader costume just before we left for Disneyland. I've got a helmet, cape, boots and even a shirt with some cool lights and buttons on it. Just like the real Darth Vader!

Luke, I am your father!

Do I sound convincing?

Miss C. asked her mama to make me a Darth Vader costume. So far, she's only finished the cape... maybe I'll sound more menacing once I have my helmet and boots.

And now Miss C....

... we will discuss the location of your hidden rebel base.

I sense something, a presence I've not felt since...

Oops. Never-mind.

It's just yogurt, not Yoda.

Not to name drop...

...but I've got Darth Vader on speed dial.

Yeah, that's right. Miss C. called him today and they talked bowling. Who knew he was such a regular guy?

Is there a Jedi in the house?

Repeat after me, "Darth Vader isn't interested in toys and books. Darth Vader isn't interested in toys and books."

Miss C. got it in her head today that Darth Vader would be dropping by the house. She's been fascinated with him ever since she spotted his ornament hanging from the Christmas tree. This morning, she spotted him on some bedding in a catalog.

"Maybe Darth Vader like some toys?" she asked her mama with that innocent little smile.

"Maybe he like some books?"

A few minutes later she had us all lined up, awaiting our date with the dark side of the Force.

Nobody say anything to tick him off when he gets here, okay? That means you, Little Miss Sunshine. I don't think he's real big on giggles.