[It's been about five years since I've written a fanfic about anything, so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. I suppose this first chapter will just be my attempt to get back into the groove of it. This is also my first Lilo & Stitch fic, so it may take a few chapters or so for me to get the feel for some of the main characters.

This fanfic will take place between the end of the series(timeline-wise) and Leroy & Stitch. Basically, I just wanted a way to share my ideas of what some of the unknown experiments would have been like and how they would have affected the general story. I also wanted to depict how a certain semi-canon favorite experiment of mine would have affected the series, had he made an appearance in it.

So then, for this fic, I will be trying to fit in the plot of the game Stitch: Experiment 626 into the canon story line as best as I can... Jumba was not apprehended as soon as Stitch was created. The events of the video game occurred before Jumba was finally arrested and Stitch was captured for the trial in the movie. YOU DO NOT have to be familiar with the game to read this fic, but if you're curious I'd suggest playing it or learning about the plot online somewhere.

Now, seeing as this is my first fic in a while, and my first L&S story, I'd greatly appreciate some constructive criticism. Point out any errors I've made concerning the Lilo & Stitch series, and of course point out any spelling or grammar mistakes. And without further ado, here is the first "chapter" of Lilo & Stitch: The Lost Episodes

Note: This first chapter will be generally safe, but I believe in some of the following ones, I'll include some mature subject matter along the lines of violence and traumatic events(don't worry I'm not going to kill off any fan favorite characters). The most offensive thing you'll find in this chapter is a case of child neglect.

And now without further ado... my fic!]

It was a nice, sunny weekend day. The island of Kauai was bustling with life and activity. The tourist season was starting again, and that meant busloads of out-of-towners who truly had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Sure, rumors had begun to spread by this point, but who in their right mind would believe them? Little monsters constantly showing up and causing havoc on a small tropical island? It was as likely as the Loch Ness Monster or Big Foot actually existing. So the rumors were ignored for the most part. The only ones who truly believed, were those who had already been to the island and had claimed to see these monsters for themselves. Of course there was the exception of the few paranormal hunting nut jobs, who ventured out to the island to try and prove the existence of these creatures… but not even they knew the whole truth. No one knew the whole truth. Not the entire story. No one, except for one little girl and her broken ohana.

"Ribbit!" This had really gotten out of hand. "Ribbit ribbit!" Not that he had anything against frogs. One of his best friends was a frog. Well, maybe not a friend. Acquaintance? "Riiiibbit!" The point was, Experiment 496 needed to be stopped.

Stitch frowned, his ears laid back in worry as he walked through the quiet streets of town. Quiet in the sense that there were no human voices. There was only the sound of croaking frogs. Perhaps hundreds of croaking frogs. It was probably due to all the frogs that littered the streets and sidewalks. Yeah, that was probably it… and Lilo might be one of them. As Stitch walked past many homes and shops, all void of human life, he was fairly certain he could recognize a few of the frogs that hopped past him. One was about the size of a small dog and had blue eyes and gray skin. Probably Gantu.

Finally, Stitch's eyes caught hold of an experiment standing at the end of the street. It didn't look worried or defensive to his presence. It stared Stitch head on and just waited for him, a wicked smile plastered onto its face. "Cousin!" exclaimed Stitch, sounding relieved to have found him, but not especially happy to actually see him. He dropped down to all fours and ran down the street, being careful to avoid stepping on any frogs. When he was within a few feet of the other experiment, he stood up. "Grrr! Change them back!" Stitch demanded in tantalog. He ran his hands up the sides of his arms, in 'rolling up the sleeves' fashion. "Or I'll make you do it!"

Experiment 496's smile only widened. It was a very creepy grin, but Stitch didn't back down. He stared defiantly at his misguided cousin, allowing their eyes to meet, letting him know he meant business.

Experiment 496. A lime-green experiment who looked very much like an oversized frog that stood on its hind legs. His arms were quite long, his hands trailing inches above the ground. His black alien eyes were slanted and his mouth was wide. Atop of his head was a slightly limp, dark-green antenna. The antenna was how he used his power. 496's function was to transform people into frogs. It actually seemed to work on all forms of life, aside from actual frogs and other experiments. So Stitch knew he didn't have to be concerned about himself. The only issue was getting him to reform his evil ways and willingly change everyone back.

"Hn hn hn, well look who it is. Jumba's favorite." Mused 496 in the preferred language of the experiments. "Why so distressed? Here, I'll make you a deal. If you can ground me within thirty seconds then I'll change them all back to normal and willingly go with you and the girl. Ready!?" Before Stitch even had a chance to comply, 496, dropped forward onto his arms. He bent them and his legs, and with a single powerful leap, took off into the air. He landed on the rooftop of a side building. Turning back around, he stuck out his long tongue at Stitch.

"Grrr, nala-choota!" exclaimed Stitch, angrily. He leapt forward onto the top of a truck and then onto the roof from there. The chase was on. 496 leapt from rooftop to rooftop, purposely taking his time so Stitch would come inches away from catching him. It was all a game to the froggy experiment. "Soo slow! I don't get it!" heckled 496 as he flipped around, belly up in mid-air. He had his arms stretched out behind his head, as though he were kicking back and relaxing. "You're suppose to be the ultimate experiment, but you're so slow! And you can't jump very far, either, can you!?"

"Raagh!" Stitch finally gave up the futile pursuit and pulled on his ears in frustration. This wasn't going to work. He wouldn't be able to catch 496 by trying to outmatch him. "…Hmm." Scratching his chin thoughtfully, Stitch looked around to see what helpful 'tools' he had at his disposal. "Oooh! Eheheh."

496 landed with ease and turned fully around to gloat some more. To his surprise, Stitch was gone. "Eh? What's the deal? Did you finally give up!?" he called out. He put his knuckles on his hips and scanned the area, trying to follow up on where Stitch disappeared to. Eventually, he spotted him back down in the street, pulling at the base of a telephone pole. "What is he do-…oh."

"GrrrrrAAAGH!" Mustering up all his strength, Stitch yanked the telephone pole out from the ground. It threw him off balance a bit, and he staggered back a few steps, but soon enough Stitch was able to hold it up high with ease. He grinned deviously at 496, having no need to tell him what was coming next.

"Oh, crud." 496 turned tail and attempted to leap off out of Stitch's range, but he was too slow. Stitch threw his weight around, spinning his whole body and swinging the poll right at 496. The frog-like experiment was struck in the side and sent flying off towards the outskirts of town. Looking satisfied with his work, Stitch balanced the poll upright again and jammed it back into its rightful spot. He then hurried off in the direction he had sent 496 packing.

It wasn't that hard to find him. When Stitch arrived to the edge of town, he found 496 sprawled out and face down... hopefully just unconscious. "Cousin! Hey! You… change people back now!" Stitch demanded in broken English. He knelt down and shook 496's shoulder.

"Nn…?" 496 slowly awoke to Stitch's pestering. He soon wished he was unconscious again, as he felt the pain of the nasty bruise left on his hip. It felt as if… well, it felt as if he had been batted across town by a telephone phone. He shifted himself into a sitting position, feeling sore physically, and quite sore at Stitch. A deal was a deal, though. "Ih." He nodded in agreement.

496 pulled himself to his feet and turned out to face the town. He moved his antenna forward and unleashed a brilliant a red light that enveloped the entire town. It faded within seconds and 496 plopped back down, completely tired out. "There." He said in tantalog. "It's done."

Soon, Stitch could hear the sound of confused human voices coming from within town. "Ih!! Taka, cousin!" Stitch said with grateful intent. "You… wait here." Convinced that 496 was too tuckered out to try to escape, Stitch ran back into town to try and find Lilo.

"Hey, I'm back!" Lilo realized, looking down at her human hands. "Stitch must have changed experiment 496 to good. But… where is Stitch?"

"You have bigger things to worry about, you little pest. Namely, me." boomed a loud, deep voice from overhead. Lilo looked up at the shark-like face of Gantu, who stood right behind her, luring down. If there was anyone who didn't deserve to be changed back to normal, it was him, although having 496 keep him as a frog would have been wrong. Stitch had probably known that.

Lilo raised her brow and crossed her arms. "Weell, I know you've been gaining some weight, but I wouldn't exactly call you a big problem." she said with a confidant smirk and fearless demeanor. It was hard to be afraid of Gantu after getting a long, unpleasant gander of his underwear.

"Hey! I meant big as in tall, and you know it…" growled Gantu, his massive fists clenching in irritation. "Joke as much as you want. You won't find things so funny, when I've captured experiment 496. And if I have to go through that annoying blue trog to do so, then so be i-WOOAH!" Gantu's statement was cut short, when he felt something suddenly lift him up off of the ground. Stitch tossed him a good few yards down the street with little effort.

"Gantu choota!" Stitch said in a threatening manner. He cracked his knuckles, showing Gantu he was ready to go at it, toe to toe, if he had to. Not surprisingly, Gantu didn't take up on the challenge. He pulled himself off the ground and shook an angered fist at Stitch. "This isn't over trog! All the embarrassment you've caused me, I'll pay you back twofold!" he swore before taking evasive action and hightailing it out of town.

Lilo just shook her head. "Well at least he's persistent. Anyone else would have given up by now." She said, not wanting to leave even Gantu entirely without credit. It took a lot of character to keep trying after losing so often. Lilo looked at Stitch and smiled. "Great job! So, where did you put experiment 496?" she asked.

"Taka! Ih. Lilo follow." Stitch replied. He lead the way back across town to where he had left 496. Everyone, from the townsfolk to the tourists were back to normal, and none of them seemed to comprehend what had just happened. They should have all remembered being turned into frogs. Lilo did. But it was always easier for the human race to try to rationalize things instead of accepting the strange and bizarre.

Gantu's face was gloomy and sagging as he sulked into his ship. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Every time he went up against that trog, he'd end up being made a fool of. Before, nothing had been any different. He had just been able to take solace in the fact that he had at least caught a few experiments, but ever since the break-in… ever since the trog and earth girl had stolen back every single experiment he had obtained… "Oh blitznack. I don't even care anymore." He sighed, plopping down into the front pilot's seat of his broken down ship. He laid his head down on the control panel.

"Hey hey hey, what's the matter? You seem really depressed." Came the familiar voice of Gantu's 'partner', 625. The chubby, sandwich loving experiment peeked up over Gantu's shoulder. "Want to talk about it?"

Gantu sighed again. "Just leave me alone 625. I'm not in the mo-… Wait. Are you showing concern? For me?" he questioned, sitting up and staring at 625 incredulously.

"Hey, of course. What do you expect?" replied 625, giving him a friendly, reassuring smile.

Gantu smiled back. "Wow. Well… okay then. In that case, I think I do want to talk about it. You see, I jus-"

"I mean, the moment you stepped inside you started sucking all of the energy out of the room." 625 interrupted. "You're a vacuum of depression. I really can't stand it."

Gantu's look of pleasant surprise and trust, changed into one of embarrassment and rage. "I should have known! This was never about me! You're the most selfish creature I've ever known!" he exclaimed, jumping up out of his seat and causing 625 to fall back. The chubby experiment hit the floor with a clang, but didn't seem very fazed. He just smiled and shrugged. "Well yeah. What do you expect?" he replied.

Chuckling, 625 picked himself up and brushed off his fur. "If I was going to care about anyone, but myself, it sure wouldn't be your sorry blubber butt. But hey, I'm selfish, and you're a pathetic loser. We make the perfect duo!"

"You take that back!" roared Gantu. "I am not a pathetic loser!"

"Oh yeah?" chuckled 625. "Then let me ask you one question. Catch any experiments lately?"

"Grk! I… I'm trying my best!" retorted Gantu, folding his arms and staring over at the wall.

625 laughed. "Yeah I know! And that's my point."

"You… you don't know what you're talking about! I've just been running into some bad luck lately. I could catch an experiment any time I wanted!" Gantu proclaimed.

"Is that so?" mused 625.

"That's right!" snapped back Gantu.

625 shrugged again and turned his back to the shark-like alien. "Then why don't you go do it? Actions speak louder then words, my friend."

"I will! I'll go catch one right now! I'll make you eat your words." Gantu swore. He inspected his blaster and containment pod before storming out through the hatch.

A few moments after Gantu's departure, a slick smile appeared on 625's face. "Hahaha, ooh man. That was too easy." He laughed, as he walked over to the couch and jumped into its soft comfortable embrace. He picked up the remote and clicked on the tv. "I got him so riled up, he forgot his favorite show is about to come on. Which means I get to watch Sandwich Mysteries. I should try this more often."

"Oh wow. Another little monster. As if this isn't the fifth one you've caught this week." Remarked Pleakely. He didn't seem afraid of 496, or worried about what he could do. Being attacked and frightened by these little monsters was becoming routine. The one-eyed alien really just didn't care anymore.

"Yes, I am v'agreeing with one-eyed friend, but with lack of apparent sarcasm." Said Jumba, the former mad scientist, now good scientist who sometimes reverts back to being evil, who created the six hundred and twenty-six experiments. Plus 627. "You and 626 have been making impressive progress in your catching of experiments. If my database is v'being correct, you have less then one hundred more experiments to go."

They were all in the kitchen. Lilo and Stitch had arrived back home with experiment 496. He wasn't giving them anymore trouble, especially after Lilo had reached his better nature. She had already given him a name. They had still yet to find Froggifier's one true place, however.

Lilo sat down at the kitchen table with Jumba and Pleakley as Stitch climbed his way up into the cabinet to get himself and Froggifier some snacks.

"Yeah I know, it's great! I'm kind of sad that it's almost over though." Lilo admitted. "To be honest, catching all the experiments has been kind of… fun."

"Ahh, then it sounds as if little girl is v'wanting 624 to be changing all experiments back to evil, so she can be starting adventure all over again." Mused Jumba. He seemed serious. "I can go find 624 if you are v'wanting."

"Uhh… no. That's okay." Replied Lilo. "Really Jumba. Don't do that."

"Well, I suppose Lilo has a point. All this monster hunting hasn't been all that bad." said Pleakeley. "Some of those little monsters have turned out to be… not monstery at all! Jumba, I don't suppose you've created any other cleaning experiments?"

"Uurm... no. Now then, little girl. There are important things in v'wich v'we must be discussing." Jumba said, ignoring Pleakely and turning his full attention to Lilo. "You have v'been v'being lucky so far… for the most part. But there are still certain experiments you must be v'wary of . Namely, the 6-series experiments."

Lilo tilted her head. "You mean… the ones like Stitch?" she questioned.

"Yes, for the most part. 626 is cream of the crop, but all other 6-series experiments are ha'ving deadly potential. I designed them all for intense combat. A single one of them is capable of taking down an entire small army on their own. Well… the successful ones anyhow. But, do not v'be v'worrying little girl! I am sure you can handle it. You have already successfully captured and changed from evil to good, plenty of 6-series experiments. Just v'be cautious from now on."

Lilo nodded in understanding. "I will. Thanks for the heads up, Jumba."

"I don't know what to do. My future was looking so bright at one point, but now all I have to look forward too is failure after failure." sighed Gantu. He walked down the street of the shopping district in town. His shoulders were slinking and he was looking as sullen as ever. He ignored the many strange gazes he got from townsfolk and tourists.

"I don't ask for much. All I want is one easy victory. One lucky break. Something that that horrid little trog wouldn't be able to ruin!" He stopped in his tracks and looked skyward. "Please! Just give me one little… miracle!" he pleaded with the powers-that-be "I don't care how pathetic it is! Just give me anything!!"

"Now honey, you be a good boy and wait out here. Mommy will only be a few minutes."

Gantu looked down in the direction of the woman's voice. He saw a lady with curly black hair speaking with her son outside of a convenience store. The boy looked to be about three or four with short, light brown hair. "Kay, mommy!" the boy replied, seeming too preoccupied to really listen to her. He was sitting on the sidewalk playing with something. Gantu peered in a bit closer to take a look. The kid seemed to be rolling a few marbles around, back and forth, making them collide with each other.

"Are you listening to me Johny? If one of those little toys you found goes rolling off into the street again, I do not want you running after it, do you understand me?" the woman demanded.

"Uhuuh…" responded the boy. He was clearly not listening. The woman sighed and shrugged her shoulders in a defeated manner. "Whatever. God, I need a break from this kid." She muttered as she walked off into the store.

Once she left the boy alone, Gantu leered in even closer to get a good view of the marbles. And as he had suspected… "Experiment pods!" the shark-like alien exclaimed. This was unbelievable. The kid had four experiment pods, and probably saw them as nothing more then toys.

'Looks like I finally lucked out.' Gantu thought, looking downright giddy. All he had to do was get the pods from the small earth child… but how? "Ahem. Excuse me, little boy." He said, getting the child's attention. Johny stared up at Gantu with wide, curious eyes. He was probably still too young to realize that giant shark people were usually something to be afraid of. "Biig fishy..." he said, staring at Gantu in wonder.

"…Right. Listen child. I'm interested in, er… trading for those marbles of yours." Gantu explained. "I have uh… well let's see." He reached into his belt and pulled out a leftover stick of gum he had been saving. "Yes, this will work. Here. For you." He said, handing the gum to the boy.

Johny took the stick of gum and blinked at it for a few seconds before staring back up at Gantu. The large alien scratched his head. "Right. So then, I'll just be taking these." He reached down and scooped up the pods. In an instant, the little boy went berserk. His eyes watered up and his gaze became angry and stubborn.

"Nooo!! They mine!" he exclaimed, getting up and pounding at Gantu's massive leg with his tiny fists. "Give em' baack!"

"Hey kid, I gave you some gum! It was a fair trade." Argued Gantu. "You probably would have gotten them wet at some point anyway. Then you would have been in real trouble. I'm doing you a favor!"

Johny, of course, wasn't listening. And soon enough, his bellowing drew his mother back outside. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Someone help! Some sort of shark monster is attacking my baby!!" she shrieked. This drew the attention of everyone nearby. Within no time people were gathering around, shouting generic things like 'Woah. What is that thing?' or 'Leave that kid alone, you freak!'

"Oh blitznak. Perhaps I better… leave." Gantu told himself, as he slowly backed away from the angry mob that was forming. He soon turned tail and ran off down the sidewalk, not looking back. Soon he found his way to an alley and ducked into it. He could hear the sound of an angry, rampaging mob running past him, but it soon faded.

With a relieved sigh, Gantu looked down at the four experiment pods in his hand. "Well, I'd say that went smoothly."

The sun was beginning to set by the time Gantu returned to the ship.

"Wow. I've got to say, I'm suprised." Said a bemused 625. "I didn't think you'd actually come back with an experiment. And here you are with four pods. What did you do, steal them from a baby?"

"He… he was a toddler." Responded Gantu. He was setting up a transmission to tell Hamsterville the good news, while 625 looked over the four pods.

"Oh, okay. Well I guess that makes your five percent less pathetic!" laughed 625. "Alright then, let's see what we have here. Experiment 366. Experiment 536. Experiment 621. Aaand Experiment 435. Not bad. Not bad at all."

"So then you know these experiments?" Gantu questioned, now rerouting the ships communication signal.

"Most of them. Oh boy, was 621 ever a real spaz. I remember, back when I was created, this guy was being put to work as Jumba's lab assistant. He was one of the failures of Jumba's 'Ultimate Experiment' project. You know, before he finally created the 626 and I."

"If I recall, you were a failure too." Gantu inquired, smirking at 625's annoyed reaction.

"Hey, let's not split hairs. This guy was a real failure, okay? It's his powers that were the problem. He's not nearly as strong as I am. Doesn't have half the special powers me and Stitch do either."

"A weaker version of 626, then. Humph, well I won't be able to put him to good use. I'll send him to Doctor Hamsterville first." Once Gantu was finished, he pressed a single button on the control panel and a small screen lowered down from the ceiling. It showed static at first, but then the image of Doctor Hamsterville appeared.

"What are you calling me for, you bloated fishy failure!? I told you not to contact me until you have captured some experiments!" bellowed the gerbil-like alien in an annoying, high-toned voice.

"Yes, I remember. And that's why I'm contacting you, now. I have successfully retrieved four experiment pods. Apparantly, all very good ones." Explained Gantu.

Hamsterville's testy expression, shifted dramatically. His eyes lit up with delight. "Really? That is excellent news. Perhaps you aren't such a pathetic failure after all… Not as much as I thought, anyway."

"Thank you, sir!" responded Gantu, happy to accept the half arsed compliment. "I'll send them to you immedia-"

"NO!" Hamsterville interrupted. "How many times must I tell you something before your feeble, fishy mind will be remembering it!? You can't send them here! I'm being watched more closely then ever! You'll have to keep the experiments with you."

"Oh. Y-yes sir. I forgot." Said Gantu, apologetically.

"Stop your apologizing, and do something useful!" demanded Hamsterville. "Like activating one of the experiments you have, and putting it to work for us."

Gantu sighed and nodded, his eyes downcast. "Yes, Doctor Hamsterville that's… a great idea." He agreed.

"Good. And Gantu…?"

The large alien looked back up at the screen.

"If you lose another experiment, I shall be roasting your blubbery behind over an open fire!" Hamsterville threatened, before cutting off the transmission.

Gantu let out a heavy sigh. "Figures. I finally do something right, and I get no credit for it. I can't even remember why I decided to work for that whiny little gerbil."

"He's hamster-like. Remember?" said 625. "So then, what do you say we activate one of these experiments? Your choice, big guy."

Gantu scratched his chin thoughtfully, walking over to look at the experiment pods. "Even if he is weaker, I suppose an experiment with 626's basic design would be a useful ally. Alright. We'll activate him." He picked up the pod marked '621'.

"625. Go get me a bucket of water."

The day was over. Lilo and Stitch had spent the afternoon finding Froggifier's one true place. It sure had been a tricky one. The ability to turn things into frogs wasn't particularly useful for non-evil purposes. Lilo felt especially proud of how creative they had been in finding Froggifier's one true place. It had been such a great idea that they'd probably never speak of it again.(In other words, I'm too lazy to come up with something.)

Now the household of Lilo's ohana was settling down. Pleakely had fallen asleep on the couch rewatching the tapes of all the soap operas he had recorded during his time on Earth. Jumba had retired to his room/lab. Lilo and Stitch were now headed to bed, and Nani was returning home from a date with David.

Lilo was tucking herself into bed when she heard yelling coming from downstairs "Fine!! You can just go ahead and find yourself another date for next week, then!" Nani was shouting, followed by the sound of the front door slamming.

Lilo cringed a bit. "…Wow. I guess things aren't going so well with Nani and David's relationship." She said. "They've been fighting a lot more lately."

Stitch, who was climbing up into his pullout bed, lowered his ears and gave Lilo a look. She knew what it meant. "I know, I know." She said . "Don't worry. I won't ever try to use an experiment to interfere in their relationship, ever again. It always turns out bad."

Stitch sighed in relief and plopped down into his bed.

"Hey Stitch. What do you want to do tomorrow? I was thinking we could go looking for experiments, instead of waiting for one to start causing trouble." Lilo suggested.

Stitch sat up and frowned. "Naga. Tomorrow… Stitch spend day with Angel." He explained. "Stitch, already tell Lilo that."

"Oh right…" replied Lilo, looking disappointed. She put her head down on the pillow and rolled onto her side, back facing Stitch. "I forgot."

Stitch titled his head. "Lilo… disappointed?" he questioned.

"No, it's fine. I just remembered. I have hula class tomorrow anyway." Lilo said, she reached over and clicked off her bedside lamp, darkening the room.

Stitch couldn't help, but feel that there was something wrong. Something Lilo wasn't telling him. Now, only feeling more concerned, Stitch forced himself to lay down and try to drift off to sleep

Lilo, however was still wide awake hours into the night, lost in her thoughts. Lately, it seemed that between experiment hunting and Angel, Stitch and herself hadn't been able to spend as much quality time together as they use to. Maybe things would change once they finally found all the experiments. And speaking of the experiments…

"Stitch? Stitch, are you still awake?" Lilo asked, perking her head up.

"Unngh…" Stitch drowsily sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Whaat?" he responded, feeling grumpy over being awoken from his dream. It had been the one where he was giant, and tearing apart the city of New York. Sure, his destructive nature had been decreased to the point where he wouldn't actually do that in reality, but he could dream,couldn't he?

"I was just thinking about something Jumba said to me, earlier today." Lilo replied, laying back in her bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I mean, it's just… I know this experiment hunting hasn't been all that easy, but we've managed to deal with whatever's come our way so far… right?"

"Ih." Replied Stitch, still sounding half asleep.

"Well earlier, Jumba told me to be… cautious from now on. Cautious about the 6-series experiments. I just don't get why he's acting worried about it now." Lilo tried to explain.

Stitch didn't reply.

"We've dealt with some 6-series experiments already, and we did okay. I mean, I know it's the series that you're from, but do we really have anything to worry about? You're the strongest of all the experiments! So, no matter how tough any of the other ones are, you'll be able to take them on with no problems… right?"

Stitch began snoring in response. Lilo just sighed. "Nevermind. We'll talk about it later." She said. As she drifted off to sleep she wondered what could be on Jumba's mind. As long as Stitch was in action, how much trouble could any of the 6-series experiments really cause?

"You said you knew him! Why don't you get out there and calm him down!?" questioned Gantu, as he and 625, cowered behind the large chunk of the control panel, that had been ripped out from the front of the ship.

"Oh you've got to joking! It's not like we were best buddies! The guy was a ticking bomb back then, and uh… it looks like he went off at some point between the time I was sealed up in a pod and now." 625, peeked around the corner and then quickly ducked his head back around, narrowly avoiding the ship's communication monitor, being chucked at him.

"Well we have to do something!" insisted Gantu. "That psychotic trog is completely trashing the ship. I think he's tossed around more things then we actually own!"

Suddenly a sandwich came flying over their little hiding spot, splattering against the wall. 625 gasped, a look of pure horror on his face. "No… My monte cristo…" he said, tears whelling up in his eyes. Suddenly a look of anger and resolve appeared on his face. "That's it! He can trash the ship. He can push us around. But when he messes with my sandwiches, that's just going too far!"

"…625? What are you doing?" Gantu questioned, looking amazed at 625's sudden bravery, as the chubby experiment started to climb up onto the side of the broken control panel.

"Hey, buddy! I don't care how strong you are!" said 625, standing a top the control panel in heroic fashion. "When you mess with my sandwiches, you pay the price!" he declared to their out of control "visitor". "When I'm finished with you, you'll wish you nev-WAGH!" He was cut off when the entire couch suddenly came flying towards him. It struck him in the head and knocked him back down, beside Gantu.

"625! Are you alright?" the giant shark-like alien questioned. 625, pulled himself back up, clutching his head and looking woozy.

"Yeah… You know, it was just a sandwich. I think I'm going to let it go." He decided. He shook the cobwebs from his head.

"Great. So I guess you expect me to confront him… Argh! This is all your fault, 625! You said he was weaker then 626. From what I can see, he's more dangerous then that blue trog ever was!"

625 shrugged. "I don't get it. I swear, I remember him being a lot… smaller. And less likely to rip your spine out through your throat."

"Wait! Shhh! Do you here that?" Gantu questioned.

625 frowned. "I don't hear anything." He replied. "…Oh! He stopped?" They both pressed their ears up against the side of the chunk of the control panel.

"Do you think he lef-" Gantu started to ask, when another voice suddenly cut him off.

"You two can come out now." Came a strained, heavy voice with a slight buzz to it. "I won't hurt you. I promise. I just want to ask you a couple of questions... Really." He didn't sound incredibly sincere. No one in their right minds would have trusted him.

"If you don't come out, then I'll come and DRAG YOU OUT!" he threatened.

Mere seconds later, Gantu and 625, came stumbling out from their hiding spot. "Hey, right, whatever you want buddy!" said 625. "We don't have any problems doing whatever you say, right Gantu!?"

"N-no, not at all. Feel free to break some more of our things." Gantu offered.

The experiment that stood before them was quite tall, built with thick legs and four lethally clawed arms. He had teal colored fur and yellow tufts spiking out along the top of his head, very much like a mohawk. Fangs from his bottom row of teeth, protruded out of his mouth, and several spikes poked out from his back.

"You uh, you said you had some questions?" asked 625, followed by a loud gulp.

Experiment 621 just stared at them for a few moments each before turning his back to them, seeming to take a gander around at the innards of the ship he had just wrecked. "Where is he?" he demanded.

Gantu and 625 looked to each other, blinking cluelessly. "Uhh, wh-who do you mean?" asked Gantu, looking back at 621.

"Who do I mean?" repeated 621. "…Hmhm… mhmhmahahahAHAHAHA!!"

Gantu and 625 looked at each other again, both of them feeling very confused and anxious. Experiment 621 clearly had a few screws loose.

"Who do I mean?" 621 repeated yet again, once his fit of demented laughter had ended. "Who do you think I mean?" He spun back around, his eyes lit up with rage. "Where is JUMBA JOOKIIIBAAA!!?" he demanded, swinging one of his fists into the side wall and leaving quite a dent. Both Gantu and 625 flinched "The idiotic scientist who created me!"

"Oh! Him! H-he's not here." Gantu insisted. "I mean, he wouldn't be. Technically, we're his enemies."

621 narrowed his eyes. "Enemies?" he repeated. His gaze wavered from Gantu and down to 625. Now that he was a bit calmer, he recognized the sand colored experiment. "Experiment 625." He said out loud. His disdain for 625 was dramatically less then the hatred he held for 626. Still, the fact that this lazy coward of an experiment held more power then he himself did had always driven him crazy. Well, at least that's how it use to be, before the DNA splice.

"Uh, y-yup, that's me!" Piped up 625. "A lot's happened since you were stuck inside that pod, my friend. So why don't we just calm down, have a seat, enjoy some sandwiches, and talk about it?" he suggested.

621 began to growl.

"Or not!" yelped 625, taking a fearful step back. "Your choice."

"…" 621 looked from 625 to Gantu, then out to the front windshield of the ship. It seemed as though they were stationed on a planet. One he did not recognize. Perhaps it would be smart to get some info out of these two. Before anyone could say anything more, 621's body began to tremble. Bones cracked apart and reformed as 621 began to shrink, and his body design started to shift. Within a minute, he was back to his normal form. He now looked like a skinny, teal colored Stitch, with a yellow Mohawk and protruding bottom fangs.

"Alright." Said 621, his voice now much lighter and buzzy sounding. "Tell me what's happened, while I've been asleep."

[To be continued…]