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Horray! My first happy L&S fic. Modeled slightly after Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil's GREAT Lilo and Stitch stories in the fact that I made up my own character. I don't own Disney or Lilo and Stitch or 625, who I thought was ugly at first but have come to love like a pie. I DO own 600. So no stealing. She's mine, mine I tells ya!




"Do you have to chew so loudly?! We'll be found and they'll capture us and prod us with humiliating probes! I don't know why you even brought that sandwich!"

"These sandwiches are like my children that I eat daily!"


The calm night air on Turo was broken by voices and 2 small figures walking out of the abandoned lab of Jumba Jukiba. He and Stitch were long gone, leaving a lab full of experiments and memories. All but these 2 had been seized by someone or another. These 2 were Experiment 600 and 625. 625 was kind of green and looked similar to a gopher. He had tiny ears, pudgy legs and paws, and pretty much no neck. 600 looked the opposite. She was solidly built with eyes exactly like 626s. As a matter of fact, her body was built exactly like 626s but no spikes or antennae. And her ears were huge, almost bigger then her body. At the moment they trailed down over her back and slightly across the ground. 600 had fur the color of 625. The top of her head with covered in purple spikish fur. Jumba had also added incredible intelligence to her genes.

"I don't care! I'm not ending up in a capsule like 626. Those things aren't built for the ample-eared experiment. And I doubt you'll even fit in one, tubsey!" 600 hissed.

"Puh! You'll be fine, you can just use your big, scary brain to get-hey!"

600 seized the sandwich and tossed it into a pile of rubble where it was lost. Despite 625's stammers of angry disbelief that sounded more suitable to murder then sandwich tossing, they headed down away from the lab to the forest.



"So, Queen of All Things High and Nerdly, where are we heading?" 625 asked after an hour of walking. 600 slowly turned to face him. She put on a fake sweet expression.

"Yes, 625. I know exactly here I'm going. For you see, I am a compass with radar screens and maps of the universe."

"No fair! I'm supposed to be in charge of the sarcastic remarks!"

600 smiled smugly and turned. Suddenly, her huge ears fanned out and the tip poked 625 right in the eye.

"Ahhhhhh! My eye! I'll never see out of it again! I'll sue you and live in a house made out of sandwiches! I'm blind!"

"Take your paw off of your eye, numbnuts," 600 told him. "I hear something."

625 took his paw off of his eye and waved it in front of his face. He looked at 600, who was swiveling her head to catch every sound. The teal-furred critter gave an exaggerated gasp.

"You hear something? With those circus tents you call ears? I am completely in shock..."

The two experiments bolted off through the forest towards the faint sounds that only 600s ears could catch.



In the shrubs outside a market, two sets of eyes peeked through the bushes. Two blues, two blacks. Aliens off all shapes and sizes didn't notice as they bustled down the streets. The smells of alien food for sale went into the bushes.

"I'm starving. I wonder if we could get any food..." whispered 600s voice.

"So am I. So let's just walk up to a stand and say 'Hi, we're two escaped experiments that shouldn't have been born in the first place and definitely shouldn't be free roaming around Turo. Anyway, can we have a couple of hot pockets?' And I thought you were the smart one," 625 told her.

"Not like that, gopher boy. I meant stealing."

Her black eyes turned to a small cargo ship. Crates were being loaded onto it.

"625! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I think so," he replied. In a little thought bubble above 625s head, sandwiches with skinny arms and legs frolicked through a meadow. An imaginary version of himself grabbed one, took a bite, and smiled down at his real self while waving the sandwich.

"Psst! The best part's in the center!" it said. 625 nodded to it but was jerked out of it by 600 slapping him on the back of the head. She pointed to the cargo ship and nodded, then ran off towards it. She ripped opened the lid of a crate of red bananas while the backs of the workers were turned and climbed in. 3 minutes later, the top opened and closed. 625 was now sitting next to 600. He was eating a sandwich smeared with smashed grapes in an effort to make jelly and nothing else.

"Hey, these are just what I need!" He grabbed one of the fruits, peeled it, and broke pieces off onto his sandwich.

"Where did you get those grapes and bread slices?" 600 asked suspiciously.

"Street vendor."

The angry shouts of an old street vendor floated across the market. 600 stared at her traveling companion.

"You're very weird."

625 pretended to act choked up with emotion.

"Awww, 600! That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me! Huggies!"

"If you touch me, I'll ram a banana up your-" 600 began.

"Sorry!" 625 said quickly, backing off.

The rumble of the ship told the two that the ship had taken off. They were on their way to a new life.



To be continued...



Enjoy the first part? I'm all open to suggestions! The second chapter coming very soon.