Disclaimer: I don't own Lilo and Stitch. I don't even own my OC's name or experiment number. They are the property of Disney.

A/n: I have gone into my weirdest obsession yet. Lilo and Stitch. Yeah, it's kind of sad. Anyway, I have been playing with the idea of making my own experiment for awhile and awhile back I came up with a whole story line for her. But I really should thank HeMeleNoLiloLover for actually taking the time to write it down. See, I was on youtube the other day looking up videos on Jumba and I found a video with her character in it and it inspired me. She puts so much work into her characters! Er.. Anyway, here's my story!

A soft clinking sound filled the air as a red marble shaped pod rolled toward a bucket full of water. No one was around, so no one saw what happened next, yet it happened all the same. Jumba's sweetest dream was about to come true and it was just the matter of a small pod becoming enveloped in a watery hold. With a small plop, the marble fell slowly to the bottom of the bucket before emitting a bright yellow glow. The bucket fell over, and a small creature scampered out of sight.

"Warning, warning: Experiment 008 has been activated."

The computer's mono toned voice rang through the metal interior on the ship. Gantu put his large hands on his ears trying to ignore the noise of the machine.

"Not today! That's the forth experiment this week… just one day for a break is all I ask," he said to himself.

"Primary function: Data recorder."

Hamsterviel's face appeared on a screen behind Gantu, but instead of greeting him with his usual angry snap, he just stared at the computer with a slight surprise on his face. Slowly, the surprise melted from his face replacing itself with an evil sneer.

"Jumba's note: Favorite experiment… but my worst failure," the computer said before it shut down.

"I am remembering this experiment! Gantu, get off that lazy fishy butt of fish you are sitting. You will be catching that experiment," Hamsterviel shouted at the former Galactic police chief.

"But sir, it's just a data recorder. What's so important about it," he asked looking up lazily. As the pair talked 625 stared at the computer, his eyebrows knitted together as he allowed his thoughts to wash over him.

Jumba had a favorite? How is it possible that his worst failure is his favorite? And why have I never met this experiment? I've met most of them, even the early ones.

"You are not getting it. Were you not hearing the computer when it gave Jumba's note? If I am doing the remembering right then this experiment could be the key to be getting the rest of the experiments," the hamster like creature said with glee.

Suddenly, a smirk appeared on Gantu's face, "Really now? That would save me a lot of trouble. I'm on it, sir!" He stood up straight and saluted as his boss's image disappeared from the screen.

"625, I'm off. You take good care of the ship while I'm gone," Gantu said grabbing his gun.

"Hold on a sec," the experiment said looking slightly miffed. "I'm going, too. This "008" sounds ve-e-ery interesting."

Gantu paused as if in shock before turning to look at his partner, "So you'll actually try and help me?"

"Maybe," 625 said with a shrug, "You'll have to wait until we find it to find out."

"Jumba! If you must concoct your science experiments in our room at least clean up after yourself," Pleakley said coming into the living room with a large garbage bag in his hands.

"Why should Jumba be the one cleaning when you so it anyway," he asked looking wearily from the couch, as if it pained him to move even that small amount.

"Because it's morally wrong if you don't," the one eye wonder said putting his empty hand on his hip.

"Ha! I am having no morals," Jumba said before letting out a hearty laugh. Pleakley rolled his eyes at the scientist's behavior before he started toward the kitchen.

"Jumba! Pleakley," came the excited cry of Lilo as she rushed into the living room, nearly bumping into Pleakley on her way in.

"Oh, sorry," she said in an apologetic voice. Pleakley sighed as he held up a hand.

"No harm done," he said motioning to the still intact trash bag, "Now what's on your mind, Lilo?"

"Stitch and I are going to go for a walk and want know if you want to come with us," as she spoke Stitch padded into the room, his little stub of a tail wagging happily.

"Jumba and I have chores to d-"

"We would be loving to come with the little girl," Jumba shouted cutting Pleakley off as he stood up.

"Really Jumba," Lilo asked with large pleading eyes.

"Of course. I am needing the exercise," he said putting a hand on his rather large stomach.

"But Jumba, we have to finish cleaning," Pleakley said looking disgusted.

"Ah, we can be doing that when we have finished with walk," the evil genius said trying to pull off a sincere smile.

"I don't know," the Earth expert said looking doubtful.

"Please Pleakley," both Lilo and Stitch said looking so pitiful that Pleakley just couldn't say no.

"Fine."

A cheer went off as Pleakley shook his head; I just fell for the oldest trick in the book. I'll get you yet Jumba.

A small creature ran down the alleys of the small town near Lilo's house. Her small chest rose up and down rapidly in fear. Where am I? What is this place? Where is Jumba? She skidded to a stop as she came out onto a main street. Several people looked at her for a moment before shrugging and going back to what they were doing. Her large black eyes blinked several times as fear ran through her again.

She slowly backed up before turning around completely and running back down the alley. What are those weird creatures? A pathetic sound escaped her lips as she came to a dead end.

"You're only going on this walk to get out of cleaning, aren't you," Pleakley whispered to Jumba as they walked behind Lilo and Stitch.

"Sounds about right," he whispered back with a shrug.

"And you're not ashamed," Pleakley asked with a slight look of shock on his face.

"Never bothered me before," the scientist said with a smirk.

Just as Pleakley was about to come back with some form of lecture, Stitch's yapping filled the air.

"An experiment," Lilo cried pointing to a small red quivering creature. Slowly, the small creature looked up revealing a small cat like face. Her body was like a weasel and her tail was like a feather duster. In a way she was cute, but the clear fear she showed made most of it melt away.

"Little monster! Run for your life," Pleakley cried, before diving behind a shocked looking Jumba.

"It cannot be," he said in a half whisper.

Lilo turned to look at Jumba, "Quick, Jumba! Which experiment is it and what's it's evil function?"

Jumba shook his head slowly, trying to clear the fog that had settled in his eyes. He stepped forward slowly, letting his eyes lock with the small creature. "No, evil," he said in a blunt tone. "She's 008, a recording computer."

"J-jumba," came a soft voice, unlike Stitch's it was very clear. She sounded like she knew English all her life.

"Come here, my little creation. Let me be getting a good look at you," he said getting on one knee holding out a hand.

"Don't call it over," Pleakley said, his voice cracking with fear.

"Relax, Pleakley," Lilo said watching the experiment, "I'm sure it's fine."

008 slowly got to her feet in a weary way before falling back on her side. She looked tired and sore as she let out a pitiful moan. It's probably another trap… this place is full of them. That's probably not Jumba.

Jumba shook his head slowly standing up, "Someone has been hurting you."

Just as he finished his sentence a plasma blast went off dangerously close to 008, causing the small being to try and struggle to her feet in fear.

"Come here, you abomination," a horribly familiar voice called out.

Lilo looked up while scowling, "It's the big dummy." Stitch growled, bounding into a defensive position in front of 008. 008 stared at Stitch for a moment, then got all the way onto her feet. He created more without me? Who is this experiment?

A/n: It's kind of short... I'm sorry...