Chapter 22
Baby Training Starts
ElectricCircuslover: I'm extremely sorry for the very late update. Things have been chaotic and I've slipped into dangerously low and suicidal depression times. I'm a little happier now that I moved out of the house and into the apartment I've wanted since I laid my eyes on for almost a year. I have some computer stuff, but I need a more updated tower for my thumb-drive thing and internet. I've been doing my typing on a laptop from a generous friend. The next chapter is short and I shouldn't take long for me to type it all up. Enjoy!
I started to wake up; feeling like someone was carrying me. Unfortunately, I found myself in a glass container being carried by Gantu. Then I realized, I was still completely naked, revealing myself to the world!
"Let me out!" I pounded against the glass
"You have finally woken up. It was too easy to capture you while both you abominations slept with the windows open. By the looks of you, 624, a certain sandwich making experiment will be enjoying you," Gantu chuckled.
"What is 625 going to do to me!?"
"Hamsterveil complained that I never captured any female experiments. After I mentioned him what you told me, he's been complaining since," Gantu growled, "Anyways, Hamsterviel wants you and 625 to breed. With both abilities inherited, you will give birth to the strongest off-spring in the galaxy, thus taking over the galaxy!" Gantu explained.
My eyes and mouth opened as wide as they could, "NAGA!!!!" I screamed, pounding everywhere against the walls of the glass container, "I'm not going to make-love to 625! I'm not carrying his child!" I bellowed.
"Oh yes you are! Both abilities inherited will be very valuable. Your off-spring could even turn 626 evil."
"Your plan has a major flaw in it, Gantu!"
"There's no flaw. It's the perfect plan!" Gantu growled.
"Do you know I'll carry that child for many months?! Stitch could capture me and poof, the child's ours!"
"Not if I hide you at Hamsterveil's prison. Being there will make sure that abomination will never get you. On top of that, every time you give birth, you'll breed a different experiment, then give birth, and repeat it over and over," Gantu explained, leaving the jungle and approached his ship.
"I'm not breeding with any body, except Stitch!" I rolled into a ball, hiding two of my three privates.
"Yes you are!" Gantu bellowed, taking me in the ship.
He took me up the elevator and put me on the floor.
"What's today's catch? I know… Something useless or nothing at all," 625 laughed as he approached us, obviously not knowing my existence yet.
"I have a very useful experiment, but I need your help to make her more useful," Gantu chuckled.
625 gasped, "A naked women experiment! What does this hottie do?" He gasped out in surprise.
I heard his hands on the glass back of me, slide to the front of me. (The capsule is standing up).
"That's Experiment 624. Remember her?" Gantu revealed.
625 gasped again, "Th, th, that's hotcakes!? Why is she naked?!" 625 ran to a different side, trying to get a good look at something, probably my patookie. What a pervert!
"I don't know, 625. Maybe she wanted to make herself more appealing to 626. But, Hamsterveil wants you to breed with her so she'll have an off-spring with the powers of the mother and father," Gantu explained.
625 screamed with bliss, "I'm going to make-love with hotcakes!!!? I'm the luckiest man in the galaxy!"
I unraveled myself, making my knees hide my large breasts and crouch, "It's not happening!" I screamed at him.
"It's happening, 624. I need to get a shock collar and remote for it," Gantu stomped off.
I cried in my knees, knowing what's going to happen to me.
"Don't cry, Angel-kins. It's not as bad as you think. You're going to make-love the sexiest experiment created. You'll also have a baby! You're dreams of being a mother is coming true!" 625 tried to cheer me up.
"I want Sitch's child not yours! And, if you thing your sexy, you must be brain-dead. Stitch is much sexier than you'll ever be!" I growled.
"What does he have that I don't?"
"Why should I tell you? You're too lazy to take care of a woman! You don't use your strength to protect anyone or yourself. All you care about is sandwiches; and when I become pregnant and I give birth to the baby, you won't know how to take care of us!" My blood started to boil.
"I can take care of you and offer protection," 625 fought back.
"Yeah, you can prove that to me if you let me out of this container. Maybe, I'll kiss you if you do," I tried to bribe him, hoping he would let me escape.
"Not a chance, sister. This could be my only chance and nothing is going to do things that I always wanted to do to you, and nobodies going to screw it up for me," 625 looked angry.
"I hope Stitch beats you up! In fact, I hope he slaughters you!" I began to cry into my knees.
625 just gulped, knowing that the chances of him getting beaten up by Stitch could be high.
Gantu started coming back. He was holding a red collar with a small remote with a big red button on it, "I have the shock collar and remote," he walked over my container and picked me up, "You're going to give me a nice paycheck," Gantu put his face in front of my container.
"I hope that money makes you sick!" I yelled, still keeping my face in knees.
"Good. I've wanted a day off," Gantu growled, opening my container and grabbing by the ears, lifting me up, and letting my nakedness revealed to the both of them, which I tried my best to cover.
"Holy-smokes! What made you sexier!? I can't wait to make-love to you now!," 625's eyes went wide open as he rubbed his hands anxiously.
Gantu put the color on my neck and walked me to a metal door, "I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH 625!!!!" I bellowed, kicking around as we entered a large room, (625 and Gantu's room) "With this shock collar on, you will," Gantu growled, as he threw me onto a large, soft purple bed, (Gantu's bed).
I tried escaping, but I felt an electrical surge go through my body, bringing me down to my knees.
"Okay, 625, do your thing. I'll be standing close to the door. If she doesn't do you say, call out my name and I'll shock her," Gantu ordered.
"Thank you very much, Gantu," 625 thanked, hopping onto the purple bed, waiting for me to do the nasty with him.
Gantu closed the door, leaving me with a yellow sandwich-making alien that wanted to rape me.
"Come to bed, Angel-cakes and spread your treasures with me," 625 patted the bed.
"Go to hell! I'm not having sex with you!" I growled at him, crossing my arms.
"Gantu!" 625 yelled.
"AAAhhhhh!!" I screamed in pain, feeling an electrical surge run through my body, making me fall on my side.
"Come on, hotcakes. All have to do is make love to me and that's all," his voice sounded a little sympathetic.
I struggled to get up, "I'm sorry, Stitch," softly and sadly said to myself.
I finally got up, hopped on the bed, walked to him.
"I knew you would see it my way. Now, I want you to make out to me," 625 ordered.
"Okay," I reluctantly told him, getting on top of him, which did make me laugh from his fur rubbing against my skin, (she's very ticklish, remember!?).
"I want you to be more passionate to me," 625 ordered some more, putting his hands on my back.
"Okay, 625," I told him passionately, purring afterwards.
"I just love it!" He forced my head down and started making-out to me, as he was squeezing my left patookie cheek with his other hand.
This was so terrible to me, I felt like I was cheating on Stitch by doing this.
625 stopped making out to me, lucky he did because he was making me suffocate. He started to kiss down my neck, as he squeezed both of my patookie cheeks with his hands, forcing my body down as he lowered himself to his between my breasts and sucked on my nipples, which made me moan with pleasure, "I've always wanted to do this!" 625's voice was very muffled under my very large breasts.
"Hurry up, 625! 626 is going to figure out that I took 624 soon!" Gantu yelled.
625 rolled on top of me, still kissing between my breasts, "Don't rush me! This is just like making a perfect sandwich! You can't rush perfection!" 625 started kissing down my belly.
'I'm being compared to a sandwich? How pathetic,' I thought as I felt him kiss my naked crouch, forcing my lower body down on him, "I want you to close you thighs as closed as you can," 625 ordered.
I closed my thighs, moaning from all the action he's given me, "I'm in heaven!" he cried out in happiness, making me moan from him kissing my 'womeness.'
After he finished, he told me to roll over on my belly, and he got on top of me, which felt like I was being laid on by a fat human child.
625 started to kiss my shoulders and the back of my neck as he was squeezing my breasts happily and making me moan by having his man-hood push inside my patookie.
Eventually he stopped pushing once he expelled his craydon from you-know-what. He was tired and along with me.
"I'm tired but I have enough energy to go all the way!" 625 panted as he got of me.
He ordered me to go on my back, signaling to me that he was ready to do the deed to me. 625 crawled onto me, making out to me, squeezing my breasts with his upper arms, and using his lower arms, which I didn't know he possessed, to squeeze my patookie cheeks and forced me farther down.
I felt myself cry inside as he put 'that' inside me, "Naa-gaa!" I moaned
"It's time to make you a child!" He cried happily, pushing 'it' farther into me.
I could feel his 'thing' get longer inside me, and I could clearly tell he was getting close to spraying inside me.
I felt myself cry inside, "NAA-GAA," I began to moan loudly.
'Please help me!' I cried out mentally, feeling 'that' become longer.
Suddenly, the door was knocked down, revealing my angry bugee bu!
Stitch ran up to us, ripped 625 off me, and threw him at the wall next to the fallen door.
"Da Bugee Bu!" I cried over his shoulder, "They tried impregnating me so 625 and my abilities would be inherited by the baby!" I cried harder.
"Bugee bu won't be pregnanted while I'm here. You're going to pay very dearly for this 625!" Stitch bellowed.
My belly started to grumble very loud and painfully. Then I felt different…but in a bad way. My face turned from a sad teary face to a face with an evil smile that would lick its lips as I stared at my prey, "Don't hurt him Stitch. I'll take of him," I told him.
"Gaba?" He wondered.
After he said that, I ran after 625, grabbing his feet with my antennae as he tried to escape out the door.
(1 minute and 35 seconds)
I burped in satisfaction as I rubbed my grumbling-in-pain-belly, "You tasted like a bologna sandwich," I stared down at the bump on my belly.
I burped again, "Excuse me," I giggled, "Meega full," I sat up, turning to Stitch, who had a look of shock and worry, "Can you take me back home?" I yawned.
Stitch backed away, "Naga. I don't want to be a meal," he warned.
"I won't eat you. I love you too much for you to be meal. In fact, I don't know what came over me. I don't know why I did that. Maybe Jumba can figure out my strange behavior. But, please take me back home; I have a belly-ache you wouldn't believe?" I asked him, lying back down.
"Okay, but if I sense you're going to make a meal out of me I'll tie you up like an animal," Stitch warned, taking the large purple blanket and wrapping me up.
"I won't. I love you too much for you to become a meal. Plus, I need a furry blue fried to help me for baby training. Remember?" I asked him.
"I guess you're right about that," he picked me up, "Boy you're heavy," Stitch complained.
"Let's see you eat a fat experiment and see how light you'll be," I giggled, licking his cheek.
"Were you tasting me?"
"Oh, Stitch," I complained, "I'm going to take nap. Please set me on the couch when I get home," I yawned and closed my eyes, falling into the dream world.
(2 hours and 31 min.)
I woke up from another horrible nightmare. Lucky for me, Spring saved me from another devastating attack from R.E.S.S. My eyes were blurry at first, but they came back into focus, revealing Stitch sitting on the floor watching me with a big smile.
"Good morning, Angel. I'm glad you're awake now. I hate it when you're clawing at the air and screaming my brother's name," he kissed me.
"Is Lilo here?" I smiled at him.
"Naga. She's at hula school," Stitch hopped onto the couch next to me.
"How about you and I have a little fun together?" I smiled wider.
"How about not?" a familiar very muffled voice said, coming from the giant bump under the purple blanket on top of me.
I lifted the blanket, discovering that my belly has swollen up, making me look pregnant with a giant baby.
"Oh my! I, I look pregnant!" I cried out, sitting up and having my covers fall of me.
I quickly picked them up and covered my upper body.
"I'm just as cramped as a baby!" 625 yelled.
"Well, if you didn't try to impregnate me, you wouldn't be in there," I got off the couch, trying my best to conceal my privates.
Stitch picked me up and took me to our room, set me on the bed, and closed the door after putting the sign on the outside of the door.
"Come over to me big boy," I bounced my large breasts.
Stitch smiled wide and hustled over to me, hopping on the bed and crawling on top of me.
"Get off me!" 625 yelled with a muffled voice.
"Naga. This is my body and I can do what ever I want with it. Huh, Stitch?" I asked Stitch, who shook his head and went back to sucking on my left nipple.
I rolled on top of Stitch and put my paws on the back of his head as I enjoyed this treatment. I heard a muffled scream under my breasts, but I didn't pay much of an attention. Eventually, Stitch rolled on top of me, struggling to breath.
"You're really heavy. I was suffocating from you, and 625 moving around his making the fun harder," Stitch lowered his ears.
"I'm sorry, Stitch," I apologized, lowing my ears.
"There's one thing we can do that shouldn't bother us, or at least me at least, if you know what I mean?" Stitch smiled, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"Ooh, I'll like that!" I laid down on my belly, which I felt a lot of movement inside me and a great amount of extremely muffled yells and screams.
Stitch got on top of me and started doing his thing to me, which I moaned loudly in pleasure.
We both did this for much for quite awhile. We didn't know how long or cared, since it felt so wonderful to us.
"Oh, Stitch," I moaned, rolling on my back and putting my hands on by belly, which of course, there was a lot of movement, and panted really hard, "You're wonderful," I complimented him, trying to catch my breath.
"So are you, Angel," Stitch moaned, rolling on his back and trying to catch his breath.
"Are you both done!?! I would like to not suffocate in here!" 625 bellowed with a muffled voice.
"We're done," I slowly caught my breath, lying on my side, kissing my bugee bu's cheek.
"Good! I was starting to lose my breakfast!"
"I wish I could loose mine," I sat up, still catching my breath from the 'fun' Stitch and I had.
"Well, your breakfast would like to get out and have some clothes to wear. So, if you ever be so kind to do so!"
"I'm sorry, but the only way for you to come out is: one, if I get nauseous and puke you out. And two, you have to go through my whole digestion process and come out the back passage," I explained, finally catching my breath and sitting up.
"Get sick and puke me up! I don't want to come out of there!" He bellowed, pushing my belly-space's walls, making my belly show his exact outlines of his hands.
"I'm not getting myself sick," I took the necklace off my dress and put it on, "Do you know where Lilo's muumuu is? I would love to take a bath after I ask Jumba about my strange behavior," I asked Stitch.
"I put them in the hamper. I think Nani took it all already. I'll get a few from Lilo's room," Stitch insisted, sitting up with calm breathing and having his erected man-hood sticking out.
"Come on, hot-cakes. I have a home too. Please let me out. I promise, I will never try to make-love to you ever again, even if Gantu forces me," 625 pleaded.
I started to actually feel a little sorry for him. There was no way he could come out, besides those two options, and I'm definitely not going to get myself sick in order to get him out.
"I'm sorry, but you have to go through my digestive progress if you want to come out," I told him, lying back down on my back.
"I'm going to get you a muumuu or two," Stitch ran off, obviously having 'that' hidden again.
"I'm going to starve and dehydrate in here, if I don't get out of here!"
"I promise you that won't happen to you. All you have to do is tell me if you're hungry or thirsty and I'll nourish you," I assured.
"But, the food will be mash up!" 625 complained.
"I'll swallow it up whole for you," I guaranteed.
625 sighed, "I'm going to hate it in here."
After a little bit, Stitch came back with a green muumuu. He hopped on the bed and handed it to me when I sat back up, "Thanks Stitch," I thanked him, standing up, putting it on, and letting my necklace hang out.
"I'm going to straighten the bed out before we go to Jumba," I took the purple blanket and threw it onto the floor before I started fixing the bed.
"Gantu's going to come and get me and his blanket, you know?" 625 told me in a confident muffled voice.
"He can have his blanket with pleasure, but he can't have you, unless he cuts my belly open and have you fall out," I told him with confidence, feeling that it will never happen.
"Which will never happen," Stitch added, folding the very large blanket, "I would never forgive myself if Angel was treated in such a way," he left the room with me fallowing.
"I know you won't let that happen to me," I purred with delight and kissed his cheek as we left our room and walked towards our destination.
Before we could make it to Jumba and Pleakley's room, there was someone knocking at the door. Since there was nobody going for the door, Stitch and I did.
When I open the door, seeing the giant cousin hunter, Gantu, who had many bruises all over his face, including two black-eyes, obviously from Stitch.
"I'm here to get my blanket, 625, and 624," Gantu growled, pointing his blaster at me.
"You can have your stupid blanket, but you're not having my bugee bu!" Stitch bellowed, throwing the blanket at his face.
"You can't have the abomination," Gantu growled wrapping me up in a net.
"Stitch! Help!" I screamed, clawing at the net.
"Yeah cuz! I'm get crushed in here!" 625 screamed.
"625?" Gantu heard my breakfast's voice.
Stitch untied the net and I hugged him tightly, "Everybody stop crushing me!" 625 yelled yet again, which I squeezed Stitch even tighter.
"625?! Where are you!?!" Gantu peaked his large head him the house, looking for his friend.
I turned to the worried alien, "Gantu. I ate 625. He's in this big belly of mine," I told him, putting my paws on my giant, bulging belly.
"No! This is a trick!" Gantu yelled in disbelief.
"You better believe it, blubber butt!" 625 yelled out.
Gantu couldn't believe any of this, "How could you eat your own brethren? An experiment with your shape and size could never fit an experiment with a size such as 625!?"
"We experiments have a different digestive system than everybody else. All we experiments stretch from the inside. Plus, if 625 didn't try to rape me he wouldn't be inside this big belly of mine. You know, we female experiments eat the ones that rape us. It's a defense mechanism we have," I lied, well I think anyway, so maybe I can save my life and some other female's life, looking at my claws casually.
"You do?" Gantu asked.
"Oh yeah. That's what happened to 625. You know Gantu, if you don't want this happening to your little sandwich body, or any other experiment for that matter, I would stop this raping idea. Unless…You like having your bologna-tasting friend becoming a meal for a female experiment?" I tried to persuade him.
Gantu thought about it for a moment, "Now that I think about it, I won't have to deal with the problems 625 give me," Gantu rubbed his chin.
"Don't you think about it, fish-lips!" 625 yelled.
"Oh, I have 625. I'll have the ship to myself! Ha, ha! See you later, 625! Oh, 624, I'm going to discontinue the breeding idea. I'm not going to be the one putting up with the crying, the feeding, and all that infant junk. Have fun, 625! Oloyha!" Gantu ran off, taking his blanket and jumping in joy.
"Come back here! You giant fish stick!!!!!! I want out of here!!!" 625 started pushing and punching my belly-space's walls.
"By the looks of this, 625. You're going to be staying with me. You always said that we had to spend some quality time together," I chuckled.
"This is not what I had in mind," 625 grumbled.
"Do you female experiments really eat the ones who rape you?" Stitch wondered, eating the net, and taking me back on course to Jumba.
"I don't know. I told Gantu that so he would leave us female experiments alone. Only Jumba knows," I shrugged
We walked to Jumba and Pleakley's room and went in, since the door was wide open. Jumba was working on something at his table while Pleakley was sewing something.
"Angel's finally awake!" Pointed out.
"Ah, big-bellied 624. I'm glad you are to be awake. I've created anti-nightmare device to protect subconscious, 624 from this 626 phantasm. All you have to do is stick this somewhere on ear and device will get rid of any nightmare," Jumba turned to me, holding this really small square device that was blinking light-green, before I grabbed it and stuck in on my right ear, near the hole into my head.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES! I can finally have my wonderful dreams again! Thank you so very much Jumba!" I kissed his cheeks rapidly.
"Jumba must be warning, 624, not to get device wet in anyway possible. Having it wet will reverse polarity of device. Instead of good dreams, you will have horrible nightmares," Jumba warned.
"I promise I won't," I assured, hopping off him.
"That's being most helpful. Now, what brings 626 and 624 into our room?" Jumba asked.
"I came here to ask you about the strange behavior I had this morning. I'm pretty sure, Stitch to you, right?" I asked Jumba, looking at Stitch.
"Ah yes, 626 told me about the events this morning. It took me much of Jumba's time to figure out why my experiment would do such a preposterous thing. Alas, I have figured out behavior of 624. Now, I tell you your answer. One of your ingredients to creating you 624 is Crunticle (Crun-tick-kal), a Zikle (Zee-Kul) Planet animal species inhabitant. Crunticles is species of animal with many antennae on its many heads, peach colored skin, and it is basically giant worm with lots of sharp teeth and heads. Now, I did much research and I have found out that the Crunticle has the same problem you have. You see, a Crunticle has a short life span so breeding is essential for survival of species. How ever, their brains are fixed to animal instinct but have social behavior like humans. They look for mates that have feelings for each other. Sometimes, its not all that way, the males might lose control of themselves and rape the female Crunticle. When this happens, the chemicals zert and grunch form in the female's brains, making themselves lose control and eat the male that raped them, thus stopping the reproduction system of the Crunticle. It is also been researched that if any creature is in way of female Crunticle of her target they too will be eaten. What I am to be believing is taking the Crunticle's antennae and skin for helping creating you may have created those two chemicals in your sarlact nerve in your brain, thus making you do the same thing as the female Crunticle. The only difference is, your reproduction system won't destroy any type of sperm entering your virginal passage. So, there you have it, 624," Jumba explained.
I was speechless, "I'm made of a worm from outer space? Eeww!" I quivered.
"Think about it, 624, you're made of worse things than that," Jumba chuckled.
"I don't even want to know. Well, thanks for informing me about that Jumba. I may not feel the same about what I'm made of ever again," I thanked him, walking out of the room.
"Wait, Angel!" Pleakley stopped Stitch and I with a stack of my undergarments, "I just made your undergarments more comfier since your thingies on your chest are much, much larger and your underwear is a little too tight on you. I even made you some bikinis for you," he handed the stack to me.
"Uh, thanks. Who gave you permission to touch my undergarments?" I asked him.
"Stitch did. He said they weren't fitting you and asked me to resize them. I don't how you can actually move around with those thingies on your chest," Pleakley explained.
"I do thank you Stitch for taking that into consideration, but next time, please ask me. Even if it benefits me, I still want you to ask me when we're handling my underwear and braw. Okay?" I warned him.
"I'll ask next time," Stitch agreed.
"Thank you Jumba and Pleakley for helping me. I do appreciate for what you have done for me. I wish I had something to give in return," I thanked them.
"That's okay," they told me.
"Are you sure? I would really like to repay you guys for helping me."
"Nothing to worry about."
"Okay, thanks anyway," I walked out of the room with Stitch.
"I know what you can do for me, hot-cakes. Can you make some sandwiches for me to eat? I'm getting hungry in here," 625 asked.
"Okay. What do you want to eat and how much?" I replied, walking into the bathroom with my bugee bu.
"I want five PB&J, three cheese sandwiches, and-"
"Whoa," I interrupted him, "I'm not eating that much and I'm definitely going to eat more than just sandwiches," I plugged the bathtub hole and let the warm water come out of the facet.
"I'll starve in here!" 625 complained.
"You won't starve. You don't need to keep eating like that, especially sandwiches. You should try eating something else than that. I'm not going to gain a bunch of weight because of you," I growled, staring down at the really big belly, "Can you get me three PB&J sandwiches for our guest? I promise I'll treat you well if you do," I set the undergarments next to the sink and toyed with Stitch's chest hair with my claw.
He smiled and ran off in a hurry.
"You guys make me sick," 625 complained.
I just sighed and watched the water come up. Soon, it was just the right height for Stitch and I to clean in. Once I turned the water off, there was a knocking at the door, "Are you dressed Angel?" Stitch's voice was on the other side of the door.
"I'm dressed Stitch," I warned him.
He opened the door quickly and locked the door. Stitch quickly gave me the sandwiches, "Here comes the sandwiches, 625," I told him, swallowing them whole, "It could be a little while until the sandwiches," I pointed out to him.
"Thanks," 625 thanked.
After I told him, we hopped into the tub, after I put my anti-nightmare device (AND) on top of the clothes on the toilet seat
Stitch started to clean himself with the bar of soap. He really looked good and those muscles, meeeyoow,
"Can I help clean you?" I asked my bugee bu, who smiled at me.
"Be my guest, Angel," he agreed.
Of course, when we begin to clean each other our bath time would end up in panting in the end. The funny thing was, every time we did something fun in the tub, you had 625 complain and complain about every little thing. I guess, it feels good to rub it into his face; however, I also felt like I was a jerk about it too. But the man is romantically blind and I can't help but rub it in his face. Maybe I'm just angry deep inside for his attitude towards me when I talked about my loving feelings towards Stitch over the months I was captured.
We took much time in the bathroom, but we finished in a panting manner, as I expected.
I put on my stripped underwear, my large striped braw, green muumuu, and the A.N.D. We left the bathroom, and walked into our room, which had all these baby things such as rattles, baby carriage that was definitely too big for an experiment baby, or at least I think anyway, and some other odds and ends.
"I can tell, Nani did this. I'm so happy to have found a person so caring," I smiled, tossing the undergarments on my bed and grabbing a little yellow stroller.
We left the house, walking and chatting about are future as we went to the pound, where I found my second home. Stitch and I walked behind the building, calling Babyfier's name through a window.
We waited for a few seconds until she fluttered out the window with wonder on her face.
"Hello, Stitch and Angel. What brings you two to my one true place?" Babyfier wondered, hovering in front of us.
"We want to practice taking care of a baby and we were thinking if one of us, with the help from you, one of us could be a baby and the one who isn't the baby will take care of him or her. It would be valuable if you could help us. Can you help us?" I asked her.
"Of course I'll help you both," she agreed happily.
"Well, it's time for me to do the job. Please take good care of me," Stitch kissed me.
"I'll try my best to take care of you, Stitch," I kissed him back.
Stitch smiled and backed away from me, "Okay Babyfier, I'm ready," he said, smiling back at me.
Stitch waved and Babyfier released this powder stuff from her tail and onto Stitch. Suddenly, strange noises surrounded him, along with a swirl of colors. Once it all stopped, there was only a miniature version of my bugee bu crying on the ground.
"Thank you very much, we'll be back in a week or so," I told her, picking my 'baby' up and putting him in the stroller.
"It was a pleasure helping you both. Have fun," Babyfier flew back into the building.
"Well, it's time to go home, now," I told him, walking my crying back home.
The crying was just maddening to 625 and I. I don't know how I could've survived the whole way there.
I struggled to get the stroller up the stairs, but I made in the house, ready to due my job. Taking him out of the stroller, I sat on the floor and tried to calm him down.
"What do you want me to do Stitch? Hmm, maybe I'll put your binkie in your mouth," I asked myself, taking out the pacifier out of the stroller and putting it in his mouth.
Thank goodness it worked.
"Finally you shut that brat up! He was giving me a headache!" 625 complained.
"I would give you a good beating if you were out of me, " I complained, taking my bugee bu to the kitchen, along with his bottle.
"Like you can," 625 mocked.
I was stating to become angry, "I'm so sick of your complaining!" I yelled, climbing up the fridge after I set Stitch's bottle, opening up the freezer, and taking a try of ice as I kept Stitch balanced.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to do this!" I dumped some ice into my mouth and swallowed them, "Ooh, I don't feel well," I told my self, feeling a tingling sensation in my head as I put the ice tray and closed the door.
"Hey! Th-th-thatsssss cold!" 625 complained moving around inside me.
"Every time you insult me, I'm going to eat some ice cubes and let you freeze in there," I warned, opening the fridge door so I could fill Stitch's bottle.
"O-k-k-k-k-k-y, ho-t-t-t-t c-c-c-a-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-e-s-s-s," 625 chattered his teeth.
"That also goes for those names," I told him told him a dark tone of voice, getting a glass of milk and putting it into my 'baby's' bottle.
"F-f-I-n-n-n-n-e," my meal agreed.
"Good," I told him, filling my bugee bu's bottle up and putting the milk into the fridge.
I walked back to the living room, still feeling a strange sensation inside my body. Once we entered the living room, I climbed onto the couch, ready to watch some television. The first thing that came on was some cartoons, in my opinion Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck looked tasty. I didn't get much time to watch, as for very noisy horn of some sort was blown nearby, waking my bugee bu up.
"Darn it," I mumbled under my breath, "Please don't cry any more," I tried putting his binkie back in his mouth, only to spit it back out onto the couch.
"Uh oh. Please stop crying. Here's your bottle," I put the bottle into his mouth, only for him to spit it back out, "Well, this isn't good. Wait, I have an idea, I hope this works," I told myself, lowering my left antennae down to his face.
Thank goodness he stopped when Stitch put my antennae in his mouth, getting it all wet with drool as he was sucking and gumming my antennae.
"Aww, that's adorable," I stared down at him, seeing him look up at me with his cute eyes, "He may be adorable, but now I'm attached to him," I complained.
A few minutes later, the door opened and closed by an experiment that I haven't seen in a while.
"Hello, Belle," I greeted, still keeping Stitch balanced.
"Well, no time no see. Boy you look gorgeous, but what where's your fur and how come you have that big belly? Are you pregnant already?" She inquired.
"No, not yet. I ate that lazy experiment 625 this morning," I answered, only to be interrupted by my meal.
"Who are you calling lazy?! I do a lot of things!" 625 yelled.
"When you mean by doing a lot of things, you mean by making sandwiches all day and sitting around watching television," I complained.
"Fine, I'm not talking to you, humph," he complained.
I sighed, "Sorry about that. Anyways, 625 raped me this morning, because Gantu wanted me to create a powerful baby with our powers combined. Thanks to Stitch, he saved me before he sprayed. The strange thing was after that, I felt really different and I became painfully hungry and I ended up eating 625 whole. I later found out from Jumba that one of my ingredients does the same thing in the same situation and the chemicals in the ingredient's brain, which I inherited." I explained to her.
"Well, that's out there. So, when did you give birth to your guy's baby?" Belle wondered, giving me a smile.
"No, Stitch and I haven't done our thing yet. We're doing baby training thanks to Babyfier. We both are going to take care of each other for a week, like I'm taking care of Stitch for this week, so we can get a good feel for taking care of a baby. It was something we both agreed on before taking that big step," I explained.
"That's very interesting and smart. Stitch looks very cute in your arms," Belle complimented, smiling down on him.
"He's adorable alright, but, as you see, I'm attached to him now. He's using the ends of my antennae for binkies. Just as I want, right?" I told her with sarcasm.
"It could be worse," she chuckled, "Any ways, where's your fur and what's with the little upgrades here and there?" Belle inquired.
As soon as she said that, I lowered my ears and told her the story about how I lost all my fur and why I'm more matured.
It was very difficult to explain the whole situation from the beginning to now. She was a very skeptic women that didn't believe in ghosts, and I'm not even sure if she believes me at all and is just pretending to go along with it; but she looked and sounded convinced that I was telling the truth and not letting my imagination get to me.
"Wow, so much goes on around here when I'm gone. Usually I'm always somewhere out of here, but I never can keep up on what goes on around here. Coco is just like me, always gone and never to be found. He lives up in the attic, but he's always gone during the day and night. It's rare to see him around here."
"I've seen him at least once and that was when he visited me when I was in the hospital bed. Lucky for him, his chocolaty scent from him was starting to make me lose control, since I'm a chocoholic," I chuckled.
"I'm not made of chocolate but here I am!" 625 complained.
"Well, if you didn't try to impregnate me, then you wouldn't be different. I'm giving you a warning now. One more complaint and you'll get more ice in there," I warned.
He shut up and stopped moving.
Belle, gave me a strange look, "This is really awkward and bizarre. I would never expected any of this to happen period. Enough of that," she changed the subject, "How's you and Stitch's relationship? Are you guys thinking of doing something romantic or any get away plans?"
"Nope. We don't have any plans. In fact, we haven't even had any dates in…" I started to think, "thirteen days. I think I will be the one who chooses where to go and do this time. I think I'll make one a few days after baby-training. Then we'll do are thing," I decided, licking Stitch's little head.
"Sounds good to me. My little Yaarpy's finally showing some affection towards me. He reacted with joy when we kissed for the first time before I came into the house and seeing you in such a state," Belle smiled happily at me.
"So that's what that loud noise was."
"Yeah. Oh, sorry if Yaarp woke Stitch up" Belle apologized.
"All well, boys will be boys. Did you know that Maggy and Yang are living together? Maggy is madly in love with Yang, but her shyness almost ruined it for her. Thanks to me, I've gotten her to live with him. I hope she's doing okay."
"Yaarpy and I saw them kissing each other has we chatted and walked around town."
"Awe, that's so cute. She's overcoming her shyness. That's very good for her. I hope it gets better for her. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have had the chance. After all, I'm the one who turned her good and helped her live with Yang."
"That's very generous of you, Angel. Is there any chance you could help Yaarp and I in our relationship? He's showing me some affection, like I told you before, but I want to boost his love towards me even more," Belle asked, hoping I would say 'yes.'
"Ooh, I see bugee bu's in the making," I smiled at her.
Belle blushed and waved her hand at me, "Well, you know."
"Okay, how about you and Yaarp have a romantic dinner at French-fry's home, like Stitch done to me. Then you two could go to the beach and dance with some music. After that, you guys could stare at the stars and make shapes out of them. Or, you could see a romantic move up town. Before you go, Pleakley can make you a dress and decorate your face. He really does a good job at it and it'll make your mate-to-be even more attracted to you," I gave her some ideas.
"That might be perfect. Thanks for the ideas. I'll get Pleakley to make me a nice dress for me to wear and I could store it in Nani's closet, since I live in there," she agreed.
"That might be hard. I hope she doesn't have any disagreements with that, but it would be nice. If she doesn't you could store it in my closet. I wouldn't mind," I offered.
"No, it'll be alright, Thanks any way," she turned down the offer as she left to Pleakley.
"Hear that Stitch? Our children might have more experiment kid friends to play with," I smiled down at him, looking at his sleeping form.
I began to yawn, "Boy, seeing you sleep is making me sleep. That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take a nice nap," I yawned again, laying down on my back, "I love you Stitch," I told him before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
(45 minutes later)
"Whaaaaah!!" Stitch's cries woke me up from my nap.
I put my antennae back into his mouth, who just spat it out and cried louder.
"What am I going to do now? Hmm, maybe you're hungry?" I sat up, grabbing the bottle with my antennae and putting the rubber nipple in his mouth.
He settled down and started to joyfully suck the milk out of the bottle, "I think I'm getting better at this. At this rate, I'm going to be a pro-mother," I thought out loud.
"Hey Angel," caught my attention, entering the room.
She wore a black sparkling dress with both sides the dress having a triangular opening from near the her hips to the bottom of the dress, sometimes exposing her legs. It had bands on her shoulder, keeping the dress from falling down and it exposed all of her neck and a little bit of the top area of her upper chest.
"Do I look good or what?" She spun around.
"You look better than good. You look like a man-magnet," I complimented.
"Thanks. Pleakley made it form me for my first date with Yaarp tonight. And I know a place to get some romance songs for the date. Thank you so much for helping me, Angel. I wish there was a way I could repay you," Belle said blissfully.
"Oh, you don't have to…" Suddenly, grumbling noises were heard in my stomach area and I was starting to feel some pressure inside my patookie, "Oh, I feel funny. Can you hold Stitch while he's feeding for me? I've got to go the bathroom," I asked her, getting off the couch and started 'dancing.'
"Sure," she agreed, giving me a funny look.
"Thanks, and make sure you keep his head balanced," warned her as I sped to the bathroom.
I frantically knocked in the door, "Who's interrupting Jumba's excretion time?" Jumba complained.
"I have to use the bathroom!" I yelled to him, constantly moving around.
"Stop moving so much!" 625 complained.
"I would if I didn't have to go so darn badly," I complained back.
I heard the toilet flush and the door opened, which I quickly ran in, closed the door, and sat on the toilet, after I took off my muumuu, and started excreting this liquid stuff out my rear-end, along with some unpleasant noises and gas, which really embarrassed me because Jumba was at the other side" of the door.
"By the sounds of that 624 you and 626 are setting of your natural excretion process," Jumba chuckled.
"You're spying on us!" I yelled in defense.
"No, I'm knowing because of you and 626's moans at night and some parts of day time hours. Since, you two are waiting after parenting practice, I'm figuring that you two are do going other way around," Jumba chuckled, "Since, 626's craydon is being stored in your potookie storage, the walls inside are releasing the air in the air pouches inside the walls of the storage. With out the air being absorbed, it creates more pressure inside, thus speeding up your excretion process," Jumba explained, which made me blush deep red.
"I can't believe we're that loud. Has Lilo noticed yet?" I asked with worry.
"Not at all. Little girl can be hard sleeper."
"Hey gas girl. Can you and Jumba have a conversation without me being stuck in the little girls room being used. I would really appreciate that," 625 complained.
"You're right bologna boy. This is getting really weird," I agreed for once.
After I said that, Jumba's started walking away and the sound of crying had replaced his sounds, "Angel! I need your help. Stitch's crying and I don't know how I can make him stop. Please hurry up," Belle pleaded.
Once she said that, I stopped doing my business, wiped my rear of Stitch's neon purple goo with toilet paper until I couldn't get anymore, put on my muumuu and ran off to save Belle.
"Please take him," she begged, handing me my baby bugee bu.
I carried him over my shoulder and patted his back, making him burp, which made him quiet.
"You're really good," she complimented me.
"Those baby books really come in handy," I smiled at Stitch.
"Well, thanks Angel for the help. I'm going to put my dress in Nani's closet," Belle walked off.
"Tell me about it when you have a chance."
"Will do," she agreed, disappearing in Nani's room.
When she left went to the kitchen and refilled Stitch's bottle, which was half full, and went back to the couch to lie back down and pressed the power button on the nearby remote I snatched.
"Bye Angel, see you when I have a chance," Belle waved and went out the door.
The Jumba and Pleakley then walked into the room, "We'll both be back in about an hour. Tell Lilo that we're at the mall when she comes from hula school," Pleakley informed.
"Will do," I assured.
"Lets go Jumba" Pleakley left.
"624 is lucky. She gets to sit on big hiney on couch and watch television," Jumba complained, walking out the door and closing it.
"Awe, poor Jumba. He has to do some walking with Pleakley. Good, he could lose a few hundred pounds, huh Stitch?" I giggled.
Stitch laughed and clapped his tiny paws. While he was clapping my antennae accidentally slipped out of his mouth. I was about to get it, but he grabbed it, put it back in his mouth, and made a small growl. Then he started to yawn.
"I think it's nap time for you," I told him softly, laying down on my back and letting him sleep on me.
It didn't take long really and once he did, I was ready to watch some carefree television.
There were a lot of things to watch. I watched cartoons, which Bugs Bunny looked tasty, especially Tweedy. I changed the channel 36 which was an insulting movie to us aliens (Independence Day). Changed the channel again to 35, which was a soap opera called 'Lover's Trail' that made me cry. The next channel was the news, showing me in covered with the black paint causing trouble. Stupid Shadow Stitch. The next channel was a dumb talk show that was so boring that I changed it to a deferent channel, which didn't matter because the channel I switched to was too fuzzy to watch. So I gave up on that channel and went to a different channel, which finally something caught my interest, a baby show. I was watching the 'Baby Stories' for quite sometime until Lilo opened the door, which I had to change since Lilo was too old for a women giving birth.
"I'm home!" Lilo called out, closing the door behind her.
"Sshhhh! Stitch is trying to sleep," I whispered, trying to quiet her down.
"Sorry," Lilo whispered, walking over to us, setting her book bag onto the floor before climbing onto the couch, "How long has Stitch been a baby?"
"I don't know really, it's been quite awhile. Stitch has been pretty good for the most part. Oh, Pleakley told me to tell you that he's shopping along with Jumba."
"That stinks. I wanted him to sew my muumuu. There's a rip on the back of it, right behind by neck. I'll just wait until he comes home. So…How's 625? I heard about the incident this morning and I thought Stitch had anger issues. If you get angry, I'm definitely going to stay away form you."
I chuckled, "Yeah I showed him alright."
"Yeah, you showed me alright. You showed me your throat and your stomach," 625 mocked.
"You deserved it," Lilo scolded.
(Stitch told her a different story that sounded really bad, but not in any way or form of something sexual)
"So…How was your day?" I changed the subject, "It's been pretty boring without Stitch today. Ever since you two have been together he's been paying more attention to you again. I'm happy that you're back and that you and Stitch have been happy since. But, I have the feeling of being rejected again," Lilo told me with a sadful voice.
"I'm sorry. I have no intentions to take him away from you. It's not my fault at all. I don't want to short your time with Stitch. I'll talk to him when he's back together. We'll get this straitened out for you. In the mean time, I would like to spend more time with you. I know a lot about Stitch, but I don't know you too much. If you don't mind, we could create a friendly bond and make it stronger between us if you let me," I smiled at her.
"That would be okay I guess," Lilo made a small friendly smile, "But if we were to play a game soon after we finish talking, how could we play if you're too busy taking care of Stitch?"
"It's very easy. Since Stitch is sleepy, I could create a small bed for him with a basket and blankets. Do you still have a that basket I slept in the day I first came here?" I asked her, trying my best to push the horrible thoughts from my mind.
"I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I was jealous and I thought you were taking my friend away from me. I should've treated you better," Lilo apologized.
I was quiet for a few minutes, "Thanks Lilo. To be honest with you, I probally deserve it. I never meant to harm anyone. I was blinded by my love for Stitch and Gantu was very threatening that I didn't know what to do. Can we change the subject, it's making me very depressed inside?" I asked her, feeling myself become teary.
Lilo gave me a very sad and sympathetic face, "Sure and I forgive you for everything. I'll get the basket and your blankets and pillow," Lilo insisted.
"Thanks very much for that," I smiled.
"No problem," she ran off.
I sighed, "Such a sweet girl" I said to myself, staring down at my bugee bu.
Lilo came back shortly with the first 'bed' I ever slept in my new home, "Thanks very much," I thanked her.
"You don't have to thank me, Angel. I just want to help you. I could at least make it up to you," Lilo put the basket in front of the couch, setting my blanket and pillow up in comfortable way.
I got off of the couch, making sure I wouldn't wake my sleeping baby boy and set him in the basket and covered him up. He was so out of it, my antennae easily slipped out of his mouth. He moved a little, but not enough for him to notice.
"Doesn't he look cute?" I asked Lilo, looking down at him with awe as I clasped my hands together.
"I admit he is kinda cute. So, do you want to play a game Stitch and I love to play?"
"Sure. What game do you have in mind?"
"I was thinking if we could play Zombie Hunter?"
"O…Kay? How do we play?"
"It's very simple to play. What we do is one of us has to be a zombie and the other person has to be the hunter. Instead of tapping each other, you have to throw sock balls at each other. Also, the zombie is supposed to make scary noises and moan," Lilo explained.
"I get it. It's like playing cat and mouse with projectiles. Okay, I'll play. But, we have to be quiet for Stitch," I warned.
"I'll try" Lilo assured, "Now, lets get some socks from my room and roll them all up over here," she walked off with me fallowing her.
"Who's going to be the zombie?" Lilo wondered as we went up the elevator.
"I will. I need to lose some weight anyway," I gladly volunteered.
After I said that, there were muffled laughter inside my bulging belly, "When did you realize that?" 625 laughed.
I just growled and ignored him.
When Lilo and I were done rolling up the socks, we began the game. I was moaning and groaning for brains. Soon after I started, Lilo hit me on the head with a sock ball. I pretending to act dead and fall on my belly, which 625 complained, but I just chuckled anyway.
A few minutes after she left, I got off the floor and started picking up some sock balls with my arms and antennae, "Time to get Lilo," I chuckled, feeling a good inside me.
Once readied, I took the elevator down, hearing moaning from nearby place, which the sounds were easily pinpointed to the kitchen by my acute sense of hearing.
Of course, Lilo came out of the kitchen with her hands sticking out with sockballs in them and her face looking mindless as she walked wobbly towards me. To be honest, she sounded better moaning like a zombie than I could. After all, she's been on Earth longer than I have and I don't know too much about this planet.
"Brains! Brains! I want Angel's brain!" she moaned, throwing sock balls at me.
I dodged the projectiles, but with the extra company I was carrying, it was certainly hard and a challenge. The sock balls barely missed my feet, but I had the chance to throw mine back at her, of course she was pummeled and it was my turn to be the zombie.
We played for much of the day, however, the breaks during the game would increase when Stitch would wake up and need some attention. When I was able to get him to sleep, we both went back to the game. It was great for us. We laughed, shared our emotions, gossiped, cried, helped each other, and best of all, bonded better.
"Well, that was fun," Lilo hopped onto the couch along with me.
"You're really good at this," I complimented her, turning on the television.
"You weren't bad yourself, Angel. I really enjoyed playing with you," Lilo smiled.
"I wonder how long we played? I know we've played for a few hours, but I don't know what time is it."
"Go to channel 34. Usually the Weather Channel always has the right time," Lilo told me, turning her body to the television.
I did what she said and went to channel 34 and when it came on the time on the bottom of the screen was 5:37 p.m.
"Huh. Jumba and Pleakley should've been here few hours ago. I hope they didn't get into any trouble," I lowered my ears.
"Me too," Lilo agreed.
A few minutes later my sensitive ears started picking up sounds from a short distance to the house. The noises grew and grew until whatever they were opened the door with paper sacks in their hands.
"Why do you always take extensive ways to destinations?" Jumba complained huffing and puffing as he was walking into the kitchen with two brown paper sacks.
"Because it's good for you, Jumba. You need to lose some of the fat on your body. Don't you want to feel better about yourself," Pleakley argued with him, fallowing Jumba while he carried his bags, too.
"Jumba likes having oversized-body. Makes getting through crowds of people by pushing and shoving easier," Jumba laughed.
"That's not nice. In fact, that's the opposite of nice. That's mean," Pleakley complained again.
"I'm evil genius. I'm not supposed to be kind, nice, helping, and other nice things."
"You help the family and that's being nice. So, that means you are not evil."
"Family is exception. Other than family, I'm evil," Jumba complained.
"Nothing gets by you, Jumba," Pleakley mumbled.
"Complain all you want. Evil Genius Jumba is not changing," Jumba complained, setting down the groceries and stomping out of the kitchen.
Lilo and I got off of the couch and walked into the kitchen, seeing what's going on, "What's going on?" Lilo wondered.
"Oh, Jumba's just mad because he had to do some extra walking, that's all," Pleakley started taking the stuff out of the bag.
"It sounds like something else than fighting," I told him.
"Don't worry about it. We ague about things all the time," Pleakley took out a small bag out of the brown paper sack, "I bought you your very own purse," Pleakley handed it to me.
"Ooh, thank you for it. It even matches my fur color," I happily put it over my shoulder.
"Your welcome. Now, I need you two to leave the kitchen so I can put things away and make dinner," Pleakley ordered.
"I want to help," I hopped onto the table.
"Don't you have to take care of Stitch?" Pleakley asked, putting things into the refridgerator, "He's asleep," I answered.
"I guess you can help put the items away," Pleakley agreed, setting a bag in front of me.
"Okay," I started grabbing oranges out of the bag and putting them into the refridgerator.
After Lilo, Pleakley, and I put all the things away, Pleakley shooed me out of the kitchen. All I wanted to do is help him cook.
"What's wrong with him? I only wanted to help," I complained to myself, sitting next to Stitch.
"You don't want to help him in his diabolical food. A salad full of rats would be a better meal than his cooking. Don't get me wrong; he can be a great cook sometimes, but that's once in awhile. Sometimes he will be good at cooking foods that will make sick without even tasting it," Lilo warned.
"I've never tasted nor seen his food. What if I like it?" I asked her.
"I garrentee that you will be sick from his cooking. Not even Stitch can eat his food and he can eat anything," Lilo tried to warn me.
"Except his vegdibles," I added.
"What? Oh yeah. Except his vegetables. Totally forgot about that. Do you like vegetables? I don't," Lilo wondered.
"Of course I do. I ate them all the time when I was living at Gantu's secret storage room. Almost all my sandwiches had at least some sort of vegetables. Eating those veggies kept me from being fat," I explained.
"Speaking of sandwiches," 625's muffled voice entered our conversation, "Can I have some sandwiches for dinner? I'm starting to get hungry and thirsty in here," 625 asked.
"Not until dinner," I rubbed my belly, "I'll eat plenty of food for the both of us," I assured.
625 signed, "I'll just lye down and wait," he said, moving around inside, trying to get confortable.
My belly started growling, "Talking about food is making me hungry," I told myself, starting to watch some more television and wait.
(1 hour and 45 minutes later)
We were all fiending for something to eat, except for Stitch, who was drinking his 'meal' with joy.
"How long is it going to take Nani to fix up dinner? I'm starving," I complained, keeping Stitch's bottle balanced in his mouth.
"If Pleakley didn't put laxatives in the in the macaroni and cheese, thinking they were noodles, we wouldn't have to be waiting. Just to tell you, laxatives makes people go to the bathroom a lot and we humans don't like that," Lilo patted my back, calming me down.
"Dinner time," Nani told us from the kitchen.
Lilo ran off, but I was the one still feeding Stitch, "Come on, Stitch. I've got to eat too," I complained softly.
He finished shortly and I burped him. Once I did, I put him back in the basket and covered him up. I didn't take him long to fall asleep and when he did; I kissed his forehead and ran off to dinner.
"So, what's for dinner?" I asked Nani climbing onto the kitchen chair.
"Macoroni and cheese and hotdogs," Nani pointed to the specific food items.
"Is the hot dogs, really made from dogs?" I wondered, watching Nani put this long meat thing on a bun and putting ketchup and musturd on top of it.
"No, it's just a name for them. They're actually made of pigs," Nani set the hotdogs back on to the plate.
"Interesting," I told myself, taking a bite out of the hotdog, "Mmm, this tastes good. I think you're a good cook, Nani," I complimented her.
"Thanks Angel," she started to set her plate up.
I started to eat my food. Hunger was the only thing I knew at the moment. I was so hungry, I scarffed my food down so fast that, Nani didn't even have a chance to sit down and eat her food.
"Well, that was good. Can I have seconds?" I asked with a big grin on my face.
Everybody just stared at me.
"I knew you were hungry, but dang, Angel. You ate like Stitch to coconut cake," Lilo chuckled.
"When you gotta eat. You gotta eat" I shrugged.
"Nani grabbed my plate, refilled it, and gave it back, "Try to eat slower this time, please," Nani told me, keeping a friendly voice.
"I will," I assured, eating again.
A few minutes past, since I finished my first plate. Since then, the table has been buzzing with questions, answers, and how everybody's day was.
"Meega full," I rubbed my stuffed belly, "Thanks for dinner, Nani. Does anyone have to go to the bathroom before I take my bath?" I asked my family.
They shook their heads and went back to eating.
"Could someone watch Stitch for me and find a basket for me to sleep in next to Stitch in the living room? I would really appreciate that," I asked them again.
"Sure, Angel. I would be glad to help," Nani volunteered.
"Thanks so very much. I'm glad to have someone such as you," I thanked her.
"Your welcome."
Once she agreed, I left the kitchen and grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. It was easy without Stitch, but it was lonely too.
I decided to take a shower this time and started to clean myself emediantly.
"So, Angel. When am I going-" before he could say anything the food I ate cut him off.
"What was that? How do you like the food? That's your dinner for tonight," I chuckled, cleaning my arms.
"WHAT?! I'm not going to eat this! This is sickening! I want real food that isn't chewed up by you!" 625 complained.
"I specifically said that was your dinner. Eat some of it or starve," I growled, keeping my cool.
625 just mumbled, "Fine! If I vomit it wasn't my fault!" he yelled muffledly.
After a short while, I finished and got ready quickly, then left. Everybody sat in the living room on the couch.
Lilo sat next to Stitch and a basket that resembled my bugee bu's basket and it even had some blankets and pillows.
"Thanks very much," I yawned, getting into the basket and covering up, lowering my head.
"You're going to bed? The o'hana's going to watch 'Dracula,'" Lilo said in the scary voice at the end.
"Sure, I'll watch 'Dracula' before I go to bed. What problem can it cause?" I shrugged, giving her a smile.
"You'll love it," Lilo happily said, putting a tape in the VCR.
(2 hours and 23 minutes later)
"That was a great movie," Lilo said joyfully.
"Not for me. I'm scared now," I shook from fear under the blue blanket.
"I didn't know you would get scared by this movie. I've watched this tape since I was 3 years old and I never shook once from it once. Sorry you're scared," Lilo apologized.
"624 is how we to say…To be scaredie feline," Jumba laughed, leaving the living room.
"Will you be okay, Angel?" Nani crouched in front of me.
"I should be okay. I'll just hide under the covers," I assured.
"If you have any trouble, feel free to sleep in my room. I trust you now," Nani offered.
"Thanks, but I'll be fine," I declined her offer.
"Okay, good night," she hugged me.
"You too and Pleakley as well," I told them.
Nani turned off the lamp, leaving me alone in the darkness.
I hid under the covers and went to bed, hoping to have good dreams.