Dark clouds flowed atop the night sky of a small Hawaiian town as a one eyed, three legged alien stepped outside the place he had called home for a few years, carrying a tray of various foods typically found on a table around thanksgiving. The alien was carrying this tray as his friend, Jumba, had been absent from the dinner table. The last time Jumba stayed inside his spaceship lab during thanksgiving dinner was when he had created Experiment Six-Two-Seven in an attempt to one up Experiment Six-Two-Six, Stitch. That knowledge did little to calm Pleakley's nerves as he pressed a button on the back of the ship, causing steps to extend from the ships back.

He walked up the stairs glancing around the metal environment, "Jumba? I-I brought your fave! Mashed potatos!" He stammered, as he remarked how close this was to last time on the inside. He round the corner to Jumba's ship workshop and saw Jumba bent over his workbench, working on something, as sparks jumped into the air at random intervals.

"Jumba!" Pleakley shouted as he slammed the dinner tray on a nearby table and ran up to the scientist, "What do you have to say for yourself?" He said, placing his hands on his hips and leaning sternly towards the genius.

Jumba turned and lifted his visor, "I would say that I am being in mental rut and that my newest creation will remedy that problem."

Pleakley wrenched the small blow torch out of Jumba's hands and started to gesture with it as he lectured his friend, "What did the Galactic Federation say about creating more illegal genetic experiments?"

Jumba looked at his friend for a moment before bursting into laughter, slapping Pleakley on the back, "Oh, my one eyed friend you are being mistaken!" He gently pushed Pleakley towards his workbench and what lay upon it. It was a decent sized, circular chunk of metal with wires and similar electric pieces attached, seemingly at random, with a semi circle of thin metal attached at both ends to dark glass that resided in the middle, microchips dotted the semi circle, almost like runes.

From the dark glass in the center, projected by small pins no bigger than laser pins projecting a hologram model of the universe with a magnifying glass tacked on to a small metal platform on the side of the circle that was able to be re-positioned.

"What is this?" Pleakley asked warily, though curiosity was evident in his voice.

Jumba patted it with his hands, "This is only my greatest creation! That can't move around. It's purpose is to inspire me by myself!"

Pleakley blinked his singular, large eye in confusion, "I don't follow. It's just a hologram, map thingy of some galaxies."

Jumba rubbed his hands together as he fought the urge to giggle maniacally, "This is not just a hologram of galaxies! It is a view port to other dimensions! If it works I may view myself in other dimensions, dimensions where I was a good evil genius! Or not a genius at all! With this I shall inspire myself, by myself, to create even greater inventions! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Losing the urge to his laughter, he almost lost balance and stumbled a few steps away, still laughing.

Pleakley smiled and gave a small sound of wonder at the little device, "You mean this thing can see into alternate realities? Fascinating!"

Jumba subdued his laughter and walked over to his friend, " Eh heh, want to give it a go?"

Pleakley's smile grew wider as he clasped his hands together, "Would I?" He moved the glass around before turning to Jumba, "Uh, how?"

Jumba rubbed his head, "Eh, you touch one of the little swirly galaxies and look into magnifying glass." Following Jumba's orders he chose a galaxy at random and touched it. Pleakley gazed into the glass and smiled as it started to glow. For a moment, a replica of Earth was shown within the magnifying glass and was focusing on the Americas when Jumba started to frown,"I do not think it should be doing the glowing."

It continued to glow until the glow turned red with heat, causing Pleakley to wrench his hands off it with a scream, "What is happening?!"

Jumba grabbed Pleakley and started running out of his workshop, the red circle turning a blinding white, "It is overloading! It will explode! Luckily I am evil genius for a reason." Jumba lifted a small remote from his lab coat pocket and pressed a button.

With the button pressed Jumba stopped running and ducked with Pleakley who was about to scream as smoke began to pour from of the ship, "Jum-" but right after he opened his mouth a large metal barricade rose from the ground right in front of them as a resounding boom shook the ground and pieces of smoke trailed debris flew over the wall.

Jumba rose and peaked over the barricade and smiled, "Aha! All's well that ends swell as the Earthlings say." Right as he finished the dinner tray came flying out and hit him right in the face. With a tray on his face and a gasp from his lungs, Jumba fell to the ground, disoriented.

Pleakley cautiously peered over the barricade in time to see the floor of Jumba's workshop fall from the ship. Pleakly sighed, dreading the inevitable clean up and work the ship would need but his breath hitched as something bright, and very much alive, ran away from the wreckage and into the forest next to their home. Pleakly quickly grabbed Jumba's groaning body and shook him, "Jumba! JUMBA!"

The four eyed scientist pushed Pleakley away with one large hand and removed the dinner tray from his face with the other, "What is big deal?"

Pleakley gasped in a large amount of air before responding, "Something ran away from the ship and it was ALIVE and it was weird and oh ho ho ho no!"

Jumba clambered up to his feet, ignoring Pleakley as he rambled, pressed the button again causing the barricade to lower back into the grass and ran over to the wreckage that fell from the ship, ignoring the yells of Nani from inside the house about reckless evil genius work. He knelt down by the debris and dragged his hand across the remains of his transdimensional view port and retracted it quickly, his eyes widening, "I am thinking my calculations were, eh, slightly off."

Pleakley shuddered and hid behind Jumba, "How off?"

Jumba turned to Pleakley, "Well, I guess I could have put the wrong thing in the wrong place and created a transdimensional portal instead of a view port." Pleakley almost fainted on the spot before hearing Jumba's next words, "And considering we were trying to view an alternate me, it is entirely possible that we could have bought an unknown experiment from an alternate dimension."

That got Pleakley to faint just in time for the rest of their Ohana to exit the house. Stitch, Lilo and David just laughed at the sight of Jumba with food on his face standing in a wreck of a lab with Pleakley on the ground while Nani fumed and marched over to them. Jumba sighed as he passed his hands over his eyes, "Today is not good day for being evil genius."

12/18/2017: I am getting around to reworking the story a bit. Mainly updating the dialog and tweaking small plot aspects to be less lazy in my eyes or just to better fit the overall plot now that I know exactly where it's going. (Indeed, writing and publishing an idea before you know where it's gonna go