NOTE: This is the tale of The Nutcracker, with our own little twists. Some things have been changed and added to fit in with the characters. II give my thanks to my darling knightcommander for helping me out with these fics.
Angel and Stitch in: The Nutcracker
Lilo and Stitch(c) Disney
The Nutcracker(c)E. T. A. Hoffmann
Chapter 1: Angel's Gift
The little town on the island of Kauai began to come alive with color. Colorful lights were going up all over the island, twinkling in the twilight. It was Christmas Eve, and everyone was getting ready for the joyous holiday ahead.
One house in particular looked like it could be seen from space.
The Pelekai home shone almost as bright as the star on the first Christmas. The house was covered in colorful lights that flashed patterns along to the music that played. All made by Jumba Jookiba.
At the moment, the rotund alien was working on another addition to the medley; sparkling Christmas trees in the yard.
Despite all the beauty, one little pink alien didn't seen to be enjoying herself.
Angel, experiment 624, was inside the house on the couch. She was watching a Christmas special, a glass of egg nog in her hands. She sighed. She felt so lonely. She sighed.
This was her first Christmas, and she would be spending it alone for Lilo and her bujiboo Stitch were away at a Wasp Mummies Christmas Convention in Honolulu. Nani and David went with them.
They would have been home earlier but an unexpected storm had canceled all flights.
Angel felt really sad. She also felt a bit of jealously rising up within her. Lilo was with her bujiboo. She wasn't afraid of him falling in love with her, oh heavens no, but she did feel she was taking time away that he could be spending with her. Angel sighed again as she watched the Christmas special on the television.
She was watching "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." She felt like crying when it got to the part of Rudolph meeting Clarice. "Bujiboo." She said sadly. Angel also saw the lovely scene of snow and the glistening Christmas trees.
She felt tears forming.
She began to sniffle. Oh, how she wished she could spend her first Christmas Eve with Stitch.
Jumba soon came back inside. "Well, Experiment 523 (Slushy) has promised us much snow this year." He said.
Hearing this put a slight smile on Angel's face. "But unfortunately," Jumba said. "He has come down with flu."
She felt like her heart had been cut by a knife. She buried her face in a pillow. She began to sob.
Jumba just sat next t her on the couch.
"Are you all right?" He asked. "Why the flood from ocular organs?"
Angel lifted her head up for a moment to speak. "No snow." She said. "Bujiboo gone…"
Jumba saw the tears. He felt bad for the little experiment female. He scratched his head, trying to think of a way to cheer Angel up. He snapped his large fingers in remembering something. "No worries 624." He said. "Jumba has already made you something for to be feeling better."
"Hmm?" Angel asked, wiping tears from her eyes. Jumba went over to the Christmas tree and picked up a box.
Angel tilted her head with curiosity and confusion.
"Here you go." He said, handing her the gift.
"Merry Christmas." He said. Angel took it and set it in her lap. "But Christmas, tomorrow." She said.
Jumba chuckled. "Is ok to open one gift before Christmas." He said with a wink. Angel grinned.
She untied the red ribbon and removed the lid of the box. What she saw inside warmed her heart.
It was a nutcracker figure. This one was unique though. Instead of the usual soldier figure, this one was shaped just like Stitch. He still had the classic nutcracker uniform though. Angel giggled. She picked up the figure from his box.
She lifted it up to the level of her face. "Bujiboo…" She said with a purr.
She found herself nuzzling the nutcracker. Jumba chuckled. Angel hugged him. "Takka Jumba." She said.
"You're welcome 624." He said. Angel released the hug. Giggling, she got off of the couch. She started to dance with her new gift, humming a sweet little tune. Jumba felt warm inside.
Angel kept dancing. Giggling and humming happily. For a moment, she felt her troubles and woes lift from her heart. "I've got the cookies!" Pleakley said in a sing-song voice coming into the living room.
Pleakley didn't see Angel was still dancing.
"Wait, look out." Jumba said. But it was too late. "Waaah!" Pleakley said as he tripped over Angel. Angel yelped. The bump caused her to drop her nutcracker. They both tumbled to the floor.
Jumba rushed over to help them up. "Are you ok 624?" He asked. "Ih." Angel said. Then she took a look at her fallen nutcracker. An arm of the nutcracker had been broken off. Angel look like she was about to cry again.
She dropped to her knees and picked up the pieces of her special gift.
Angel looked at the broken pieces. She suddenly filled with anger. She looked at Pleakley with a scowl on her face.
"Pleakley!" She shouted. "My present broken! My bujiboo…" "Now now 624." Jumba said to her. "It was accident."
She growled. "I'm sorry Angel." Pleakley said to her. He did really feel bad.
She began to calm down, but now anger was replaced by heartbreak.
She sniffled. "No worries 624." Jumba said to her. "Can be fixed." Angel looked at him. "Special glue is in kitchen." Jumba said. Angel got up and took the pieces to the kitchen. Jumba just looked at Pleakley.
He thumped him on the back of his head.
Later that night, Angel was in the living room, on the couch. She held her precious nutcracker in her hands. His arm reattached. "Hmm." She said as she stroked the doll's face. She purred and nuzzled it.
"Bujiboo." She said. "Meega wish you were here."
She hugged the nutcracker. Angel smiled a little. She looked to the evening sky out the window. The stars shining brightly. "Where are you bujiboo?" She said to herself. She yawned a little. It was getting late. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her nutcracker again.
"Good night bujiboo." She said.
She kissed it and placed it on the windowsill gently.
She then crept over to the living room couch. Jumba had set up a heated blanket for her.
Angel didn't have a bed of her own yet.
But it sure did beat sleeping in the laundry basket next to the dryer.
She climbed onto the couch and snuggled under the blanket. She purred at the warmth of the blanket.
Angel looked at her nutcracker standing on the windowsill.
Standing tall, so to speak.
She smiled. For some reason, she felt very safe and secure under it's gaze. "Good night bujiboo." She said one more time before closing her eyes.
And with that, she drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep.