There’s a little part of me that has always hated the ewoks. They were the festering boil on the neck of what was otherwise a solid conclusion to the original trilogy. Now, at long last, they have redeemed themselves in at least a small part. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you drunken ewoks moonwalking and humping Al Roker’s leg!
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ0S0BUE0zg
