The answer to all the riddles OR Cheetoland

I ain't no detective, but I'm startin to see who these clues are pointin' at. I found the third clue on a rug Barriss keeps at her door.




















Cheetos... beer... and spotted fur.

There's only one guy who this could belong to. The Cheetos feller with the sunglasses!

I got a big ol poster of him hangin on the wall of my room. I ran to it right aways an stood in fronta it. I closed my eyes and thought bout it real hard, like reachin into the Force, but to the Cheetos side.

I swung my body back an forth, while swingin my arms the opposite way like those things on a grandfather clock. I could feel the Force, pullin me in. The words "doo dee doo, we can too" escaped my mouth right before my head started spinnin' wildly.

When I opened my eyes, it felt like I done fallded off a jungle gym. The firs thing I saw was orange. An right in fronta me was...



"Hey man! Ya found me!"

"Yessir, Mr... uh..."

"Chester Cheetah, just call me Chester."

"Chester. I was lookin fer Mace’s scalp-wax, you see-"

In his hands was the bottle of Mace's wax I'd been lookin for all along. "I see you've found mah clues, cat. That's knarly... to the MAX. Say, before ya go, how's about chillin with me?"

"Okay, I guess."

We sat back on his neon purple inflatable chairs and he tossed me a beer. We discussed some mighty deep stuff. Finally, I glanced at my Mighty Morphin Power Rangers watch. The fat, short hand was getting mighty close to "11," which meant lunchtime was just 'round the corner. I got up.

"Dangit, I should be goin now."

"Sure thang, tiger."

"You'll still be here when I come back... won't you?"

"No matta where you at, I'll be right here in your heart, dig?"

I nodded. In fronta us was a big painting of my room. I concentrated.

"One thang b'fore ya go," he started - Iw's beginnin to fade, but I heard him just the same: "You dangerrously cheesay."