Reuben's Pet
Amy glared at the cockroach that had crawled into Jumba's lab, and was now resting on one of the tables. Reuben walked in just as she raised the rolled-up newspaper above her head.
"What are you doing?" Reuben asked, before spotting the cockroach. "Hey," he said, walking over and picking it up, "I used to have one of these! It drove that blubber bu- I mean, it drove Gantu crazy." Amy stared as he let it crawl over his hand. "It's been a while since I saw one."
"Hold still," Amy said, positioning her newspaper again.
"Don't squish her!" Reuben put a hand over the bug on his arm.
"Her?" Amy raised an eyebrow, reluctantly lowering the newspaper.
"Yeah, the bigger ones are girls." He let the bug crawl onto his other hand. "And before you say anything, they're not disease carriers, either. Here," he held the cockroach out. "Put your hand out."
"No way!" Amy took a step back. "I don't like bugs!"
"Put your hand out," Reuben insisted, and after a moment, Amy reluctantly complied. He set the cockroach in the palm of her hand, and Amy seized up as it crawled up her arm and onto her shoulder. The bug kept crawling, eventually reaching her other hand, and Reuben took it from her.
"See? That wasn't so bad," Reuben said as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Amy asked, watching him leave the room.
"I'm gonna see if I can find an aquarium for this little guy," Reuben said as the door shut. Amy sighed.
And now he owns a bug. Fabulous.