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WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!

The noise carried through the Pelekai house, and Rueben pulled himself out of bed and stumbled over to the cot. "Hey little man. What's wrong?" he asked picking Caleb up and nursing

him. The little experiments only reply was to cry even louder. Rueben sighed and shook his head - This was the fourth night now, and he, Violet, and probably the whole house needed

sleep. Eyes half closed from lack of sleep, Rueben shuffled downstairs to make Caleb a bottle.

Upstairs, Pleakley moaned and stuffed his head under his pillow. He was getting tired of Caleb's crying in the early hours of the morning. 'How can you stand that?" he asked the

Quelta Quanian sitting in his desk chair.

Jumba shrugged. "When you are being up late creating genetic experiments, you are used to having little sleep."

But for four nights in a row?!?"

Jumba shook his head. "Jumba has not been up late for long time now, and it not used to it as once was."

So that explains why your practically falling asleep with your head on your hand?" Pleakley asked, yawning.

The Quelta Quanian nodded, his eyes half closed.

Pleakley rolled his eye and folded his skinny arms. If Caleb kept crying for much longer, he'd probably go and choke him. ( I got that from the bush walk I went on the other day. I was

laughing, and my dad said "be quiet or I will choke you.")

A few seconds passed and Pleakley looked up. "Do you hear that?"

Jumba looked up lazily. "Hear what?" he asked. His eyes were half open...or were they half closed? Anyway...His words were slurred and he was nearly resting his head on the table.

"Exactly. There's nothing."

Jumba shrugged. "So?"

Caleb's stopped crying!"

The Quelta Quanian twitshed and he listened. Nothing. Silence, wonderful silence. He smiled. "Little Experiment can be noisy when he is being hungry." he said as he crossed the

room and climbed down the ladder to his bunk.

Pleakley nodded in agreement and laid back down against his pillow, and in a few minutes, both aliens were asleep.

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Rueben wearily opened his eyes and sat up, yawning. He looked at the cot at the end of the bed where Caleb was babbling away and playing with building blocks and stuffed toys.

Reuben smiled.Either Stitch gave him those or Jumba did. He thought as he slid out of the bed and crossed to the cot. Caleb looked up at him and held his arms out towards him.

Yawning, Reuben bent down and scooped up the little brown-violet experiment up and cradled him in his arms. "I swear your trying to keep me awake." he said jokingly. Caleb blinked

and pointed over at Violet who was still curled up asleep.

Reuben tickled Caleb under the chin. "Yeah, mummy's still asleep. We'll leave her be." he said, and quietly headed downstairs.

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Jumba looked up as Reuben entered the kitchen, and Caleb squeaked at seeing his Uncle.

Reuben didn't know that his creator was in the kitchen until Caleb 'pointed him out'. He looked at him sheepishly. "Uhhh, sorry about the last few nights Jumba."

The Quelta Quanian smiled. "No need to be being sorry 6-2-5. Jumba is used to not having much sleep?"

Reuben cocked his head. "Really?"

"No, but Jumba is having coffee and is helping with staying awake."

The golden-brown experiment chuckled. "Heh, maybe I should try that."

"6-2-2 as well. Am guessing she is being tired as well."

"What about me? I heard my pod number." Violet said, appearing at the door.

Jumba looked over his shoulder. "Oooh. You are not looking to god 6-2-2." it was true. Her ears were flattened back against her head in a tired way, her eyes were half closed and

her fur was mattered together.

Violet smiled. "Tell me something I don't know." she said sarcastically and walked over to Reuben, who gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Running a hand over his head Jumba had an idea. "How about Jumba looks after Little Experiment today. Give 6-2-2 and 6-2-5 break from parenting."

Violet's ears pricked up half heartedly. "Really?" she asked, yawning.

Jumba nodded. "Yes. and if you are wanting, there is fold down bed in Jumba's ship. Can be catching up on sleep there."

Reuben smiled. "Thanks."

The Quelta Quanian shrugged. "What are Evil Genius's for?"

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Pleakley shuffled into the kitchen in his dressing gown and bunny slippers. He looked up as Jumba laughed, and saw that his roommate was playing with Caleb, rolling a tennis ball

back and forth along the table and the tiny experiment was chasing it. "I'm glad somebody's happy this morning." he hissed, pouring himself a glass of milk.

Jumba rolled his eyes. "Am not wanting to hear your complaining Pleakley." he said quickly.

On the table, Caleb stopped playing with the ball and looked up at Pleakley. "Peaky." he said pointing. "Peaky, Peaky, Peaky."

Both aliens stared at Caleb, and the little experiment went back to playing with the ball. "Are you hearing that, My Little One-Eyed One?"

Pleakley nodded, smiling. "Yes. He tried to say my name." he reached over Jumba's thick arm and patted Caleb on the head.

Jumba grinned. "So...can Jumba be calling you Peaky?" he teased. One of his favourite 'hobbies' besides creating experiments was teasing the Plorgarian.

Pleakley glared at him. "No."

Why not?"

"Because if you do, I will thump you."

Jumba snorted. "Will not be hurting. You are knowing how think Quelta Quanian skin is. Jumba will hardly be feeling it."

Pleakley waggled a finger. "I know where your soft spot is."

The Quelta Quanian's eyes widened, and he quickly moved a hand to the side of his neck, giving the 'soft spot' away. "So. Jumba won't be letting bossy One-Eyed Noodle anywhere

near neck."

I am NOT a BOSSY ONE-EYED NOODLE!!!

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Not too far away, in a familiar space ship, a screen flashed on showing the face of a gerbil looking creature.

"Where is Gantu?!" it yelled. looking from side to side.

The large, hulking alien walked into view. "Yes, Dr. Hamsterviel? What is it?"

"Enough with your smart smarty talk, Gantu!" the 'hamster-like' creature said. "Now, listen carefully."

Gantu sighed and pulled up a chair. If Hamsterviel was goind to shout at him, he might as well sit down and get it over with.

"I have recently recieved news that there is a new experiment down there on that tiny little spit of island. Why have you not CAPTURED IT!!??"

Gantu cleared his throat. "Uhh... Dr. Hamsterviel..."

"WHAT?"

"If one of Jumba's creations had been activated, I would know about it."

Hamsterviel frowned. " Stop talking you incompetent fish-head of a minion!! This experiment did not come from an experiment pod. It is the work of that lazy sandwich making

sidekick of yours, and experiment 6-2-2."

Gantu didn't say anything. He just sat there with a blank expression on his face. Eventually, after a few seconds silence, he spoke. "I...don't understand what you mean."

Hamsterviel sighed. "I knew you were stupid, Gantu. But not THAT stupid. The new experiment is 6-2-5 and 6-2-2's son." he explained, slapping a paw to his forehead.

Gantu coughed. "What??!!"

"As I was saying." Hamsterviel continued. "I want you to capture it and sent it to me. A baby experiment may prove useful to me."

"But...But, 6-2-5 is my frie-"

i DON'T CARE WHAT HE IS!! GET ME THAT EXPERIMENT OR YOUR FIRED!!!!"

"Yes Sir!" Gantu said saluting.

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Caleb crawled around the floor in front of Jumba's huge feet. Every now and then, he would roll over like a dog and make the Quelta Quanian laugh.

"You are funny little fellow." Jumba said, scooping the little brown-violet experiment up in his large hands.

Caleb looked up at his Uncle and squeaked "Peaky." before pouncing on Jumba's thumb and biting it.

The Qualta Quanian laughed, and held the tinny experiment up in front of his face. "Yes, you are knowing who Pleakley is. He is Jumba's best friend and roommate." He said quietly.

Jumba never said anything like that around Pleakley. He didn't really like people seeing his whole softer side. A little bit was alright, but not all of it.

Caleb looked up at him. "Ih."

Jumba smiled. "Can you be saying Jumba?" he asked. "Jumba?"

The little experiment stopped chewing on his thumb and blinked. It looked like he was thinking of how to say his Uncle's name. "Ju."

"Jumba."

"Ju."

"Say Jumba. You can be doing it."

"Ju...Ju...Jum...Jumba."

JUmba laughed. "That is it!" he patted the little experiment on the head, but their happy little 'name saying lesson' was cut short as the corner of the roof was pulled right off the house.

It was Gantu.

"Jumba Jookiba." the hulking alien rumbled.

The Qualta Quanian looked up. "What are you doing here Big Dummy?" he asked, placing Caleb on the lounge next to him and moving forward to block him from Gantu's view.

"Where is the new experiment, Jumba?"

Am not knowing what Big Dummy is talking about." Jumba growled, folding his arms. One of the things that Quelta Quanian's were known from was their stubborness.

Gantu rolled his eyes. "Don't kid me Jumba. Tell me where the expriment is!"

"Jumba is telling you! There is no new experiment!!" Jumba yelled, now on his feet and his hands curled into fists. And if there was new experiment, you would be having to go

through Jumba!!"

Gantu was about to reply when...

"Jumba. Jumba, Jumba, Peaky."

Gantu looked down past Jumba,and his eyes laded on Caleb sitting on a cushion watching them argue.

Jumba slapped a hand to his head. "Ooh, I am very busted now." he went to move towards Caleb, but Gantu reached down and pushed him over. "This is what Hamsterviel wants?"

he asked himself. "But, Its so scrawny." (He's not really, just smaller than what Gantu's used to not catching.)

Caleb giggled and pointed at Jumba who was climbing to his feet. Gantu turned his attention away from the experiment to look at Jumba. "Oh, no you gon't! I've had enough with my

plans getting ruined and Hamsterviel shouting at me! This time I will succeed!!" he pulled his Plasma Cannon from his belt, raised it high above his head and brought it down on

Jumba's head. HARD!!

The Quelta Quanian fell to the floor unconcious. Gantu laughed and grabbed Caleb in a containment pod. "When it comes to hunring abominations, Gantu never loses!" He ran off

down the path, leaving Jumba on the floor, blood flowing freely from a nasty cut on his head.

Sorry this chapters so long.

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