Tatooine: A lonely, windswept road meanders through the desolate Tatooine terrain. We hear a familiar beeping and a distinctive reply before catching sight of Artoo-Detoo and See-Threepio, making their way along the road toward the ominous palace of Jabba the Hutt.
THREEPIO: Of course I'm worried. And you should be, too. Lando Calrissian and poor Chewbacca never returned from this awful place.
Artoo whistles timidly.
THREEPIO: Don't be so sure. If I told you half the things I've heard about this Jabba the Hutt, you'd probably short-circuit.
The two droids fearfully approach the massive gate to the palace.
THREEPIO: Artoo, are you sure this is the right place? I better knock, I suppose.
Threepio looks around for some kind of signaling device, then timidly knocks on the iron door.
THREEPIO (instantly): There doesn't seem to be anyone there. Let's go back and tell Master Luke.
Jabba's Palace: A small hatch in the middle of the door opens and a spidery mechanical arm, with a large electronic eyeball on the end, pops out and inspects the two droids.
STRANGE VOICE: Tee chuta hhat yudd!
THREEPIO: Goodness gracious me!
Threepio points to Artoo, then to himself.
THREEPIO: Artoo Detoowha bo Seethreepiowha ey toota odd mischka Jabba du Hutt.
The eye looks from one robot to the other, there is a laugh then the eye zips back into the door. The hatch slams shut. Artoo beeps his concern.
THREEPIO: I don't think they're going to let us in, Artoo. We'd better go.
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.
THREEPIO: 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.
THREEPIO: Oh, Artoo! Artoo, wait for me!
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.
THREEPIO: 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.
BIB: Die Wanna Wanga!
THREEPIO: Oh, my! Die Wanna Wauaga. We -- we bring a message to your master, Jabba the Hutt.
Artoo lets out a series of quick beeps.
THREEPIO (cont): ...and a gift. (thinks a moment, then to Artoo) Gift, what gift?
BIB: 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 strange-looking alien.
THREEPIO: He says that our instructions are to give it only to Jabba himself.
Bib thinks about this for a moment.
THREEPIO: I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid he's ever so stubborn about these sort of things.
Bib gestures for the droids to follow.
BIB: Nudd Chaa.
The droids follow the tall, tentacled alien into the darkness, trailed by the two guards.
THREEPIO: Artoo, I have a bad feeling about this.