(A/N: Hi! Here I am, on my first attempt of writing a fic based entirely on 'Lilo & Stitch: the Series'. As the disclaimer, I'd like to point out that I own no characters accept for the Experiment I have created; Disney hogs everybody else. This fic will be mainly centered around 625 (I'll have to get used to not calling him 'Owen') and the Experiment he meets…in other words, no Stitch or Lilo involved. Please enjoy!)

Light On The Mayo
by The Great Red Dragon

Chapter 1

On the surface of a green-tinted, holographic geological map, a yellow targeting-arrow scanned and re-scanned the entire surface of a specific Hawaiian island. The target repeatedly stopped and beeped red as it stopped over several fixed locations, and a large, inhuman finger clicked the 'search again' option on the program again and again.
A very irritated Captain Gantu sat in a chair in front of the display, his impatience growing steadily as he again and again hit the 'search again' button on the Experiment-Finder; such a nuisance that the machine kept checking areas of previously-found (and unsuccessfully captured) Experiments.
His agitation finally grew to a breaking point, and he slammed his gigantic fist onto the table with a roar.

"RAAAHHH!!!"

The force of the impact shook the entire ship. Throughout the craft, appliances fell off of tables, computer screens flickered, insects began to crawl frantically, and 625 called from the kitchen;
"Could ya keep it down?! It's hard to spread tuna when there's an earthquake going on!"

Gantu breathed huffily through his nostrils like an angered bull. He planted his elbows audibly onto the edge of the table and leaned his forehead against his palms in exasperation; absolutely nothing was going right on this day (coupled with 625 spilling a jar of mayo and Gantu slipping on it and being launched like the Explorer 1).
Suddenly, as if by effect, the computer made a sound that was gratifying to the captain's ears.

"New Experiment found", "New Experiment found", "New Experiment found"…

Gantu raised his head, barely hiding a gasp of excitement. He was excited specifically because of the word 'new' in the computer's repeating phrase, which indicated that the Experiment the computer targeted now had never been locked on before (by the computer).

"Analyze!", Gantu ordered the computer.
"Analyze the Experiment!"

"Analyzing…", the computer responded (the yellow target, which had turned red and started blinking as it found the Experiment, now turned into a tiny, rotating hourglass).

After a few moments of anxious waiting, Gantu began to drum his fingers on the table's edge as more of his annoyance began to show again.

"C'mon…", he urged in a silent rumble.

Finally, after almost a minute, the computer itself seemed to perk up and brighten.

"Experiment analyzed and processed", it stated.

The geographical map faded, and was replaced by an image of the new Experiment (still tinted green by the computer).
The Experiment was of orangish-yellow fur, and its stature resembled very much that of 625 and 626. It was short, and had a horizontally-stretched head-structure (like 221, or 'Sparky'). No antennae or spines were visible, but it had extremely large, almond-shaped eyes and a blunt nose. The second set of arms it possessed looked slightly deformed and unfavorable for use; they extended more out of the Experiment's back and looked badly-jointed and very movement-restricted.
His face looked content and playful.

"Experiment number 322", the computer reported.
"Primary function: ornate-maker and keeper of compassion".

At this, Gantu's face fell; this was not at all of what he had hoped for. This Experiment could not create any destruction that Dr. Hamsterviel would be able to put to use. What praise could be received if he (Gantu) presented his boss with a creature that was presumably only good for making dust-collectors and being a ritual Dalai Lama?

"Still…", Gantu thought to himself after a while.
"It's better than nothing…at least Hamsterviel will have someone to clean up that dump-of-a-laboratory he's got…"

He suppressed a laugh, but also a cringe as he imagined the scolding he'd receive if Hamsterviel would have somehow peeked into his mind and heard his thought.
He exited the room he was in by way of the sliding doorway. He headed towards a desk where he kept his multi-purpose utility belt…but it wasn't there.

"625!", he called out angrily.

In return, there came a very agitated reply from the kitchen;
"Whadaya want?"

"Where's my belt?!"

"Around your waist."

"No, it isn't!"

"Alright, alright; I got it. Come and get it, will ya? I'm doing something important."

Irritation, agitation, and annoyance rising high inside of him, Gantu stomped angrily towards the kitchen. Upon arrival, he found 625 with his back to him, sitting at the counter with a mess of condiments and a loaf of bread surrounding him. Needlessly said, he was busy fixing himself a sandwich.

"Where's my belt?!", Gantu demanded, angered even more by the fact that 625 wasn't paying any attention to his arrival.

"Hold up…", 625 replied slowly.
"Just gotta get the right amount of horse-radish…"

"625, WHERE'S MY BELT?!"

625 turned around irritably and shot Gantu a nasty look. He snatched something off of the wall and held it out stiffly.

"Here, Mister I-can't-wait-one-single-minute."

Gantu was infuriated: 625 had hung his belt up vertically on the wall, and was using the many pouches and compartments to hold tubes of squeezable delicacies. These were still hanging in there, and the sight of it drove Gantu crazy.

"What are you doing?!", he snapped angrily and grabbed the belt from 625, proceeding to throw the squeeze-tubes onto the counter.

625 exhaled in a very testy kind of way;
"Whenever I put them on the floor, you walk right into them and make a huge mess that you expect me to clean up – I thought I might put that thing to use and use it for something worthwhile."

"I do use it worthwhile!", Gantu objected.
"How can I carry all of my equipment when I go out to Experiments?"

625 narrowed his glance, very smart-alecky;
"Well, there's the thing: it's not worthwhile because you never catch any Experiments!"

"I will now!", Gantu insisted, latching his belt around his waist and sticking his blaster into its holster.
"This next Experiment will be absolutely no trouble."

625 laughed sarcastically and took a bite out of his sandwich;
"For an Experiment not to give you any trouble, they'd have to be in a coma and singing a lullaby."

Gantu growled dangerously and turned around. He headed towards the exit of the ship. Even though 625 didn't think him capable of anything, he was going to prove not only to him and himself, but also to Dr. Hamsterviel that he could successfully complete an Experiment-catching mission…even if the Experiment was less than harmless.

(A/N: first chapter is complete! Yes!
First of all, you'll probably notice that the chapters are considerably shorter than in my other fics, but that's because I'm only taking a short break from 'Love and Burden'. If I pace myself, I might finish a chapter a day, and there'll only be a few ones (chapters) here; sorry!
Anywho, hope y'all liked this one. See ya soon!)