A/N: Hello amigos! Here's another chapter for you all!

123qaz: I wanted to get this experiment out of my system, so here it is! Sweating useless substances. Yes I figured that that would work at least better than acid corroding the food. Keep on readin'

123qaz: Hehe. I thought that gender swapping would be funny to add. GodOfStorms glares at you because you get all the good points. Keep on readin'

Before we move on, Red Eye and Stitch sound similar to Angel, but also have a feminine version of their voices mixed in. keep it in mind.

I heard a zap. I went through the doggy door again, and saw Angel trying to catch the experiment. She had it pinned to the ground. I rushed out to help, and I grabbed it by its two heads. Stitch came out, with an experiment container. We got the experiment in it. Stitch went back in with the experiment.

"Did it get you, Angel?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied.

"Well, now you'll know how I feel about swapping genders!" I told her.

"Let's not rub it in." She said.

"Alright. Well at least you and Stitch will be able to go out on your date!" I joked. "See ya." I went back in the house. Stitch was upstairs, in Jumba's room. I got a piece of paper and a pencil. I was bored watching TV. I started drawing a picture of a creature of my design. Its fingers were bent upwards, and its legs were bent backwards. It had a head like a Venus flytrap. Its toes were long, and were positioned like a stand. It had no caps on its elbows, knees, or finger joints, so it could bend its joints wherever it pleased. It had an extremely flexible spine. I folded the paper up and hid it under my bed. I was upstairs. I went to the stairs. 'Maybe I should try the rolling ball thing.' I thought. I mimicked Stitch and rolled down the stairs. I hit the wall hard, but not hard enough to break it. Hard enough to make a loud noise. Stitch, Jumba and Pleakley ran out to see what it was.

"I'm okay!" I called out. "It'd take a lot more to hurt!"

"What did he just say?" Pleakley asked Jumba.

"He said he's okay." Jumba replied. They left. Stitch stayed long enough to say,

"Be more careful!"

I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch.

A/N: I'm running out of ideas now. I'm gonna take a break, guys. Thanks for readin'.