I do not own Lilo and Stitch. Disney does.


Reuben felt that since this day seemed peaceful, it was the perfect time to relax as he made a bunch of sandwiches and sat in the living room watching a car race on TV. He didn't even pay attention to the fact that he wasn't alone until…

"Whatcha watchin'?" Lilo asked, sitting down on the couch next to him, munching on some popcorn she'd made as Stitch sat nearby, eyeing her popcorn bowl.

"This is your species's Indy 500, is it?" Reuben inquired, "I mean, it's okay, but…I've seen waaaay faster."

"Oh?" Lilo wanted to know, sounding intrigued.

"Yeah," Reuben nodded, "think racing through dark caves and canyons with sharp corners."

"That does sound pretty cool," Lilo remarked, rubbing her chin, "do you know how we might be able to catch one of those races?"

"Well, if Stitch hasn't crashed the intergalactic net again…" Reuben began to say.

Stitch gave him a glowering, smoldering look.

"We could look up when the next race is and where they're having it!" Reuben offered.

Stitch gave an intrigued expression and sauntered over to the living room before he gazed at the TV. Watching the race nearly mesmerized him and moments later, he couldn't help but snicker.

"Stitch?" Lilo asked, "are you thinking of racing?"

"Ih!" Stitch nodded his head.

Reuben headed over to the PC, and booted it up. Soon he was connecting to the internet as Stitch watched the cars zooming around, his mouth slightly open, gazing intensely, thinking of being a driver…of the cheers from adoring fans as Reuben blinked in surprise.

"Wait a minute. How did…crap!" Reuben gasped, pointing at the screen, "look, Lilo! Look at what's going to be one of the prizes! It's part of a precious gem collection!"

Lilo scampered over to the computer and stared at the screen, and at the plate of beautiful gems on it, and…an experiment pod among them. 586. It might be one of Jumba's creations.

"It's one of your cousins!" Lilo proclaimed, "how did it even get there?"

"I don't know, but this sort of smells like a trap…" Gantu spoke up, entering the room as he folded his arms over his muscular chest, giving a frown, "still…we have to get hold of that pod. There's nothing for it, we'll need to enter the competition, you can't just buy that prize. We don't have the money to do that, for starters."

"Yeah, that's true," Lilo admitted, "we'll have to enter the competition. Nani's not gonna like that…"

"I'm not gonna like what?" Nani asked, entering the room, Lilo, Stitch, Reuben and Gantu gulping nervously.

"Uh…well, you see, one of the pods has…become a prize for an intergalactic racing competition and—" Gantu began.

"NO," Nani immediately snapped, realizing what they were getting at, "no way, nuh-uh, absolutely not, NOOOOO!"

"But Nani," Lilo protested, waving her arms in a vertical pattern, "what if some other winner of the pod turns out to be the wrong hands? It would be bad if that someone else used the experiment as a weapon!"

"You can't just go off into space after all you went through last time you went up there!" Nani argued, "call up the Galactic Federal Alliance, have them get the pod! Let them handle this! A race is far different than chasing down an experiment here on Hawaii! You're not even old enough to drive, let alone race!"

Stitch let out a snicker, which interrupted the argument and had all eyes focused on him. Nani slowly folded her arms over her chest, giving him a long, dark look.

"You got something to say?" she murmured quietly and dangerously.

Stitch grinned.

"Meega drive," he offered.

Nani hesitated. She paced back and forth.

"I just…I mean, it feels like you only just came back, and you'd be so far away, and…and…"

"Nani. I shall be with them. It will be fine," Gantu insisted warmly.

Nani let out a sigh of relief and unfolded her arms.

"All right, then," Nani answered, "you be careful out there."

Gantu nodded, shaking her hand.

"Don't worry," he insisted, "I'll keep her safe."


But unbeknownst to them all…it was a trap. And a few hours later, a mosquito-like form was holding aloft 586's pod in his blue claws, a visible smirk in his faintly glowing red eyes as he turned to Dr. Hamsterviel.

"See how easy it is? I know they've watched the ad for the race, we just got a call calling for a reservation for a certain driver. One Stitch of Earth," Dr. Domitian Pestus chuckled evilly, "he and the little girl will come to collect the pod. We'll have to, of course…make sure they win, but not make it too obvious. Have a few racers paid off to take other racers out and to throw their chances away, set up a few special traps…they'll come to our ship to collect the prize and then…"

"Then they'll be ours," Dr. Hamsterviel smirked, "I'll go give the other racers a call right away."

Hamsterviel scampered out of the cockpit and used a comm device to start calling racers Dr. Pestus described, starting with…


The first racer flipped his phone up, his blue fur bristling a bit as he heard Hamsterviel's voice. He had yellow/golden eyes, a pair of slightly pointy-ended ears and a rather adorable, diamond-shaped little nose. He was wearing a white shirt and red shorts with a white wave running through them, and had a pink peace necklace hanging from his neck, a red lifeguard cap atop his head, light blue hair messily hanging underneath it.

"Whaddya want, dude? I'm like, minutes from crashing this sick, sick wave out on the coast of Pokitaru."

"I know how wonderful a racer you are, Mr. Frequency. Your wave-riding skills have made your senses very keen. My business partner and I have an offer for you."

"Dude, I am, like, not into major uncool villains who can't even hit the gym every now and then," Frequency remarked.

"It runs in the family!" Hamsterviel snapped, "and at any rate, it involves the Experiments of Jumba Jookiba."

Frequency's eyes went wide.

"I'm listenin'," he responded in his faintly Surfer-Boy tone.

"Race in the upcoming Intergalactic Grand Prix for us. I want you to ensure that one Lilo Pelekai and her little friend, Stitch, Experiment 626 of Jumba Jookiba's line, succeed," Hamsterviel requested.

"Buddy, I'll do this one for free," Frequency said with a big, fanged grin, "if this is about ol' Baby Blue, I'm like, totally down for helping you."

"Do you two know each other?" Hamsterviel asked, confused.

Frequency grinned again.

"You could say that. Talk to you later, dude," he remarked, turning off the phone, taking out a small photograph from his wallet of, of all people…a charming looking Hawaiian woman with long, sweeping black locks and an adorable little flower in her hair…

"Hey, Keala," he spoke softly, "your lil' girl's all grown up now, huh?"


Meanwhile, Gantu, Reuben, Lilo and Stitch finished packing for the trip.

"Just…be safe," Nani insisted, Lilo staying behind a bit longer to say goodbye, all of the others heading up the ramp into Gantu's ship in the backyard, "I don't want to think about you being so far away, with me not knowing what you're doing, if you'll be alright…"

"I can't promise I'll be completely okay," Lilo admitted, "we are kinda gonna be in a bit of danger, but…I got Stitch with me. And Reuben, and Gantu and my suit. I think we'll be as good as we could be."

"I got such a wise little sister," Nani smiled, giving her beloved Lilo a deep embrace.

Once Nani released her embrace, Lilo scampered up the ramp. Soon, Lilo, Stitch, Gantu and Reuben had already arrived at the enormous racetrack, which was situated in an enormous stadium, various alien races chatting it up with each other in the stands as they approached the registration booth, staffed by an insectoid alien that looked them over with black antennae that was spiky, green skin, and deep, peaceful-looking green eyes. He had green attire over his frame, and a cute little nametag that read "Hi! My name is Senior" on the front, with black gloves and boots, shaking their hands.

"Hello. I'm Senior, and I'm Dr. Domitian Pestus's secretary. He's managing this entire tournament and he's excited to see people from Earth here."

"Why so?" Lilo asked, Gantu scratching his head.

The Shaelek captain didn't really know much about Pestus. Domitian Pestus's experiments were…well, barely known at all. He did bloodwork, that much Gantu knew. But that was about it, the rest was shrouded in mystery because nobody ever really saw him much, or talked to him.

"Well, he's a Dipteran. Mosquitos are a huge part of his work. Has been ever since the planet became protected. He loves studying them. He'll be quite happy to talk to all of you Earthlings, I'm sure, he'd love to hear about the planet from people who live there daily," Senior said cheerily.

"Aren't you an Irken?" Gantu asked, looking the being over, "I didn't think the leaders of the planet Irk liked other races."

"Not really. See, My Lady Miyuki and my Lord Spork don't dislike other races, we just like ours more. Along with races similar to us. Which is why I was rented out to work alongside the good doctor. Fill these forms out," he said, handing Stitch a snazzy metal clipboard, "every race sort of favors their own a bit over others, don't they? I mean, you might very dearly love your dog, but if the choice came down between saving your life, or your dog's…who would you save?"

Lilo felt a bit offended by this, looking over at Stitch. She couldn't even fathom the idea of giving him up.

"Stitch here is my dog," she said with a frown, "and he's saved my life many times before as much as I saved his. It'd be only fair I did the same."

"Interesting," Senior said with a little smile, "well! I hope you do well in the race. Dr. Pestus will come out soon to say hello to all the racers before you take your positions. And ah, don't be scared by his appearance, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Some of his favorite relatives are flies, after all!"

Once Stitch and Gantu finished filling out their forms, they handed back to Senior and headed over to the garage with Lilo and Reuben following them. They looked around at the various cars, one having a sign that read "Stitch", another reading "Gantu", as Lilo and Stitch stood by the red one, Gantu and Reuben by the yellow one, noticing a blue-furred alien in a lifeguard cap with a pink peace necklace nearby, looking up at Lilo every once in a while, and Stitch was sure he saw pain and sadness in his yellow eyes. A serpentine racer was nonchalantly working under the hood of a large, scaly-looking car, a big, burly, bear-like racer was humming to himself, shaking his booty as he did adjustments to the back, and a female racer with very spiky hair and a body of pure pink was nonchalantly sipping on a glass of what appeared to be Cotton Candy Soda.

And then…in walked Dr. Pestus, on his enormous, giant, monstrous feet. His taloned boots strolled into the garage, the many racers gazing at him, blue claws rubbing over themselves as his red eyes gazed out at all the racers, then held up a clawed hand, and bowed.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced in the faintly buzzing tone he had, "welcome to The Intergalactic Grand Prix. I…am Dr. Domitian Pestus, your host for the race. Any can enter…but only one can win. That…is the only rule this race has."

The audience let out an enthusiastic applause.

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you!" Domitian said with a chuckle, bowing again and again.

He went up to every single racer, shaking their hand, eagerly smiling through his red eyes, his mecha-mosquito-esque face nodding enthusiastically. At last, he reached Lilo and Stitch's car, and shook little Lilo's hand.

"AH! An Earthling. The young Ms. Pelekai! Such a pleasure, such a pleasure! I've learned much about you from my penpal Mr. Pleakley. He too is quite the mosquito aficionado. I do hope, should you win, you'll tell me all about your lovely little world. Its creatures fascinate me, not just mosquitoes, of course," he told her.

Lilo tilted her head sideways.

"I didn't think Pleakley would be fascinated with mosquitoes," she commented.

"Oh, he's an expert on many endangered species," Pestus remarked cheerily, "I imagine your ah, little friend Stitch qualifies? After all, there's only 626 of his race, correct? That makes them nearly extinct. Do make sure you don't lose him in this race."

Pesto gave them a wave, exiting the garage as Gantu shuddered.

"I hate mosquitoes," he grumbled.

"Seega nice," Stitch remarked with a shrug.

"Yeah, he seems okay, but a bit creepy," Reuben added.

Still, Stitch, Lilo, Reuben and Gantu had a race to participate in, so mechanics helped them drag their cars out of the garage and onto the racetrack along with the other racers. Slowly but surely, all of the cars had been put onto the racetrack, Dr. Pestus standing in a large, floating booth that oversaw the track, smirking behind his eyes as Senior tapped over a tablet computer.

"Sir? The racetrack is ready. The traps are set."

Frequency got into his car, and readied the pistols he had tucked under the dashboard, taking in a deep breath before gripping the wheel. Gantu held his own wheel tight, Stitch looking back at Lilo, the light turning from red to yellow.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready!" Lilo nodded.

Dr. Pestus picked up the microphone.

"Racers," Dr. Pestus announced, "start your engines!"

And then, at last, the light turned green. The cars raced across the track, the roars of the engine filling everyone's ears, or their equivalent, as a large, burning fire popped up on part of the upcoming track, one of the first traps.

"Look out!" Lilo cried out as Reuben cringed.

"Get ready!" Reuben called.

The racers attempted to meander around the fire trap, with Lilo and Stitch's car as well as Gantu and Reuben's car dodging the trap successfully. One of the racers unfortunately collided with another in an attempt to avoid the fire, both spinning through the air, one flopping out of the ring entirely, the other falling into the fire trap with an awful cry as Lilo shuddered in horror. Then she turned, seeing Frequency had pulled up close to their car…and had a gun out.

"AHH!" she cried out.

Gantu turned around, eyes wide…before the shot rang out…

And one of the other racer's tires blew out as he spun around and around, then cascaded over the racetrack wall like his compatriot before, Frequency's car going up side to side with Lilo's as he blew some smoke off the barrel.

"Word of advice," he told them quietly, "everyone in this race will play dirty. You dudes better learn to do the same…or else be REAL FAST."

Frequency took off down the track, leaving Lilo astounded.

"We did not see this in car racing on Earth!" Lilo exclaimed.

Stitch, meanwhile, frowned. Why had that odd racer done that for him? But then he took notice of a car coming up behind him, which was trying to bash into the back of their racing cart over and over again.

"GABA!" he growled out, whipping his head back, the mechanical racer in the other car smirking, looking smug with its skeletal, metal frame.

Stitch gunned the engine even more, soaring forward as the racer tried to race up to their back again, to try and puncture one of their tires! Stitch didn't hesitate as he maneuvered the car sideways to avoid the other racer.

Meanwhile, Reuben was in the back of his cart with Gantu, as they were forcibly ramming into the side of another car, that rammed back into them.

"There's only room for one fish speedster on this road!"

The shark-headed racer snarled, pressing a button on his car as a giant chainsaw popped up atop his car, held aloft by a robo-arm.

"HE'S GOT A CHAINSAW?!" Reuben cried out.

"Oh, great," Gantu grumbled.

"We got no weapons on this thing!" Reuben panicked.

"I'm an officer of the law," Gantu instructed, "Reuben! TAKE THE WHEEL."

Reuben gulped, but scrambled over, taking the wheel as the cart quivered a bit and Gantu whipped out his pistol, firing away at the other car as the chainsaw-wielding shark-headed racer snarled, trying to avoid Gantu's shots. After a few shots, one of the rounds hit the chainsaw. The chainsaw spun around and around, the shark-headed cart racer letting out a howl as it sank into the front of his cart, penetrating his engine as his car came to a horrible halt.

"DARN IT!" he cried out.

Gantu and Reuben's car barreled forth as the yellow experiment laughed hard.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Eat our dust!"

"Eyes on the road, Reuben," Gantu reminded, "the race isn't over yet!"

They continued down the road, soon coming up behind Lilo, Stitch managing to pull the car away just as another car hit a spike trap, peeling around and around. Gantu and Reuben's car swerved, avoiding this, Lilo taking notice as Frequency aimed his pistol again, shooting out the back wheel of the car right in front of Lilo and Stitch. It spun to a halt, the driver groaning angrily. All things considered, she got off easy, her car didn't flip over. He twirled his pistol before looking around the track, trying to find another potential target, Lilo looking confused.

"He keeps…helping us," she murmured to Stitch as he drove the car further down the track, "there's only two other carts ahead of us. Why is he helping us?"

"Meega have no idea," Stitch shrugged.

Then Frequency took aim at Gantu's car.

"Gotta make sure Lilo wins the match…" he murmured quietly, Stitch hearing him with his super hearing, Reuben's eyes widening as well.

"TURN!" Reuben yelled out at Gantu.

"Gaba!" Stitch cried out, trying to block Frequency's shot with his own car.

"Get outta the way, baby blue! Don't wanna hurtcha!" Frequency roared back, the two cars now shooting forward, neck and neck, now vying for first place.

Stitch didn't respond, yet he growled at Frequency before returning his focus on the road. The two cars had completed the second lap by now…now it was time for the third, final lap, Frequency turning around again, aiming at the cart of Reuben and Gantu…

"NO!" Lilo cried out, Stitch slamming his car into Frequency's, the two now grinding up against each other, "don't you touch them!"

Frequency glanced deep into her eyes.

"Craaaaaaap," he grumbled.

He put the pistol away, their carts reaching the halfway point as he turned on his car radio, loud BEACH BOYS music playing through the air as Lilo blinked in surprise…

And he seemed to vanish into the radio, his car spinning backwards, slamming into two of the carts behind them, Gantu barely dodging with Reuben letting out a cry, all three carts going over the wall, leaving Lilo, Stitch, Gantu and Reuben as the only drivers left! This meant either of them could win the experiment pod and still accomplish the task behind their motive to join the race in the first place.

"Gantu…lemme take the wheel," Reuben insisted firmly, his eyes blazing, Gantu hearing the note of Determination in his voice as Gantu shifted back, Reuben grabbing the wheel, he and Stitch now neck and neck, "okay, Stitch! This is it! Let's see which one of us is the better racer!"

"IH!" Stitch cried back.

Stitch and Reuben returned their attention to the racetrack. Their cars shot forward, across the road. The smell of burning rubber filled the air, and Dr. Pestus smirked. That's it. Closer…closer…

Who would win?

And then…it happened. Gantu and Reuben's car pulled in front, beating Stitch's car as Dr. Pestus stared, positively astounded.

"The fat, lazy loser beat 626?" he remarked quietly to himself, red eyes bugging out wide.

"Well sir, that's unusual," his secretary remarked, ticking off something on a snazzy metal clipboard, "I don't suppose you had a backup in case 626 didn't win?"

Pestus groaned, covering his face. How was he going to get 626 and Lilo up onto the ship NOW?! Still, he suspected that the winner in question would still be waiting for the prize, so he figured maybe he should go along with the flow for now. He thought about this, then quickly rearranged his plan.

"Congratulations to Reuben and Gantu! Please come meet me in the garage where we will discuss your picking up of the prize, which we've placed in a secure location to avoid theft," he announced over the racetrack's PDA system.

All he'd need was to isolate them, and have 626 and Lilo come running to save them…

Little did Dr. Pestus know, Gantu and Reuben allowed Lilo and Stitch to follow them as they headed over to the garage. His secretary, Senior, cheerily welcomed them into the garage, various other racers sitting inside, looking battered and bruised, save for Frequency, who was nonchalantly drinking a water bottle.

"Welcome! Dr. Pestus will be here shortly to bring you to the prize. We can't give it out in the open out of fear of theft…" he trailed off, looking nervously at the water bottle.

"What?" Lilo asked, seeing his terrified expression.

"S-Sorry, Irkens don't…have water on our planet. We, um…we sort of…it's like acid to us," he confessed nervously.

Senior stepped far away from the blue-furred bounty hunter who kept sipping his water bottle as Dr. Pestus entered the garage, the pod hidden in a compartment in his wrist as he extended a large hand to shake Gantu's and Reuben's.

"Congratulations!" he said cordially, "I will present your prize on one of my surveillance ships above the city, away from prying eyes."

"Hey. I wanna know why you tried to shoot at my friend!" Lilo insisted to Frequency, approaching him and looking resolute, "and why you kept trying to help me!"

Frequency lowered his bottle.

"Dunno if I can tell ya, dudette."

"Oh, C'MON," she insisted, giving him a push that made him lose his grip on the bottle as he slipped on some oil.

"OH!"

Lilo tried to help him up as the bottle went flying…soaring through the air…landing on Dr. Pestus as some water seeped into the compartment on his wrist.

"GAAAAAAHH!" he cried out.

He waved his arm rapidly as the pod began to grow and grow, blowing his hand right off as everyone reeled back, gasping in amazement.

"The pod!" Dr. Pestus proclaimed.

In a matter of seconds, the experiment emerged as the pod's light dissipated. Before their eyes was a large, orangish experiment with a HUGE mouth that almost took up half his body, big, black eyes, an armadillo-esque scaled back, and thick, stubby legs as it bounded across the garage, and began eagerly chewing up a tasty-looking car within a matter of seconds. Realizing what this creature could do, Dr. Pestus shrieked like a girl, now making a Dr. Pestus-sized hole in the wall as he bolted away.

"Ohhh. Naga bootifa," Stitch murmured.

Reuben gulped as he turned to Gantu and Lilo.

"He's a METAL-EATER," he remarked, "that could be a problem. Especially because…"

BRAAAAAAP!

"He gets bigger with every meal!" Reuben added.

Tank was now about several inches taller and thicker, Gantu pulling out his pistol only for Tank to launch at him. Gantu dropped the gun as Tank ate it in one big bite, then began eating up every toolbox in the garage, people racing out and screaming in alarm.

"We gotta stop him fast!" Lilo insisted.

Lilo extended her right fist forward.

"Haʻalele hou 'kaʻina!" Lilo called out.

{Transformation sequence activated,} said the armor shifter's AI.

Lilo now transformed as Stitch shot forward, Reuben quickly moving behind a car that WASN'T swallowed up as Tank launched himself at Lilo, who ducked, avoiding his bounding body as Stitch took hold of a giant tire iron and swung it…only for Tank to grab it, and shake Stitch around and around through the air.

"AAAAA!" he cried out.

"Hang on, Stitch!" Lilo cried out, understanding the danger Stitch was in.

Lilo grabbed hold of Stitch by his little legs, tugging him loose as Tank began hungrily munching away on the tire iron before he was suddenly sent reeling back, a powerful electrical blast sending him through the wall as Lilo and Stitch looked up, seeing Frequency holding up a large electro-blaster as he grinned a toothy grin.

"You can't go toe-to-toe with him, dudes. Gotta him 'em from afar, and with stuff that sure ain't METAL!" he laughed.

"Why do you keep helping us?" Lilo demanded.

Lilo wanted to know before she took notice of something that had fallen out of his pocket, as Stitch raced outside, carrying large tires in all his arms as she bounded over to the photo, picking it up as Frequency cringed.

"Uh, th-that's private, dudette-"

"That's my MOM!" Lilo exclaimed.

The picture was unmistakable. It was her mom and a much younger Frequency, the two on a surfboard, giving a playful peace-sign flash with their fingers as they faced the camera.

"You knew my mom?!" she warbled.

Frequency looked nervously away, biting his lip.

"I wiped out on Earth, crashed into this mountain. Keala was on a hike, she…she did me a solid. Got me back on my feet and…and taught me to surf. I promised I'd come back to visit, but the day before I came back…well, it was pouring and I guess the road was slippery…" he trailed off, Lilo understanding what he was saying.

Lilo returned her gaze to Tank.

Tank, meanwhile, was trying to leap over the tires that Stitch threw at him, and unfortunately, Stitch was swiftly running out of tires.

"AH!" he cried out, "need more!"

Elsewhere, Gantu and Reuben had run off to try and find something more organic to strike at Tank with. But there didn't seem to be any trees or the like for miles! What were they going to do?! Then Reuben looked at Gantu, getting an idea.

"What?"

"Use your head!" Reuben chuckled.

Gantu paused for a moment, determining the point Reuben was trying to convey. And then, Reuben lifted Gantu up like a baseball bat.

"AAA!" he cried out, Reuben swinging him squarely at Tank, knocking the surprised experiment clear through the air!

Off through the air he sailed, flopping against the wall, landing on the floor with a SCHWOOMP. It appeared he was, at last, unconscious! With Gantu struggling back to his feet, Lilo figured now was her chance. She pressed on the third button of her wand and drew a large ring before aiming it at the unconscious experiment.

"Mea inainaʻia ka hopu!" Lilo called out.

Lilo pulled the trigger, launching the energy ring at Tank and landing on it like a horseshoe. She waved her wand in a circular motion until the ring shrunk and tightened around Tank, reverting it back into a pod.

"Bootifa!" Stitch remarked in delight as Lilo pocketed Tank, turning back to Frequency as he held out something.

"I think you should have this," he said.

She blinked, looking it over, turning it about in her hand. It was the photo of her mother with him.

"R-Really?" she asked, her voice going soft, "I mean…this must mean a lot to you."

"I got the memories up in here," he said, poking the side of his head as his yellow eyes got a bit wider, and he smiled broadly, "besides, dudette…I bet that's one photo of your mom you don't got any copies of. You're gonna want it more than me."

"What was she like?" Lilo wanted to know.

"She saw the best in everyone," Frequency told her, giving her a wave as he headed out the garage door, "even when it looked like they didn't deserve it. You really are your mom's daughter, dudette. Stay cool."

Stitch approached Lilo as she looked down at the photo. Her mother looked so young, so…happy, so full of life, so relaxed. As if in her natural habitat.

"She's pretty," Stitch said.

"Yeah," Lilo whispered, smiling a little, "yeah, she is. Come on. Let's go home. Nani must be worried sick about us."


Meanwhile, not very far away…

"DARN IIIIITTT!"

Pestus moaned, holding his head in his giant, clawed hands, shaking all about.

"If that pod hadn't been activated, it would have worked out perfectly!" he exclaimed, he and Dr. Hamsterviel on his private shuttle at the far end of the stadium, parked out in the parking lot, "all ruined by random chance!"

"We'll have to, then, leave nothing to chance," Dr. Hamsterviel reasoned, "as far as they know, you're still a perfectly normal individual. All you have to do is get hold of one of the pods. Instead of offering it as a reward that anyone could take…offer it as a direct trade to them. Lure them into a trap."

"I can't very well go about the island," Dr. Pestus told Hamsterviel with a glower, "that shall have to be your part. You will have to snatch up a pod without them knowing. We don't dare let them discover we're working together. And if they find out I've got what you once had, they shall be suspicious. Whatever you do…"

He forcibly jabbed Hamsterivel's belly with a claw.

"YOU…CANNOT…BE SEEN."


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