Disclaimer: Own Estelle, 188, 147, 24. Everything else Disney. Constant disclaimers make revert back to apelike state.

Notes from the author: Ahoyhoy! Mahalo for reviewing! I have messages to some of you.

First of all, Most exteme princess. In a review of my other fic you made the remark that you've "gotta go with queen of evil on this one Owen is a much better name for 625." Excuse me? I know that the trend here is to name 625 "Owen" and have Owen Wilson voice him. And I agree with it. But since when did this become a competition between us? Fanfiction is about individuality. I chose to name 625 "Ozzy" and have Billy West voice him in my fics. It doesn't matter! Let's face it, he's hard to name! So I'd appreciate it if I can name him what I want without being rated. Problems always come up when one fic is compared to another. I'm looking at you, Neo8!

Next, Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil. This is why I'm being so careful with voicing my characters. I had Paul Dobson down as 188's voice but after I saw Phone Booth I've been struggling between two-Paul Dobson and Kiefer Sutherland. I still haven't really decided. I choose character voices based on what I hear in my head when they talk. Both of these guys can do the deep, creepy voice 188 has. So to answer your question, I don't know yet. And yes-I'll stop putting down my own fics.

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This was it. He had it this time!



Jumba Jookiba grabbed two vials bubbling over burners. One was filled with clear liquid-DNA. The other was a mysterious black liquid. The doctor poured them into a machine together, closed the lid, and pressed a button. The fluid in the machine was swirled together, then leaked down into a tube. The tube crackled with electricity and made the concoction foam. Masses of bubbles, sparks, and smoke kept Jumba from seeing what happened inside. Then there was a muffled explosion and everything stopped.



Jumba cautiously stepped up to the tube. He undid several locks and pulled the door open. Inside, a small mound of black fur was stirring.

The creature shakily stood up and sniffed the air. Jumba excitedly looked on. It was always exciting to see how the experiments reacted to life.

While the last 187 experiments were cute with one special power. This new creature was far from cute and looked versatile. It was exactly what Jumba wanted in a fighting machine. Small and sleek with a mouth full of fangs. Long ears for hearing, huge eyes for seeing in the dark, and a nose that hadn't stopped twitching. Every scent was being locked away in its brain. Its feet and four arms were equipped with silver talons and the tail ended in a poisonous spike. Strong muscles tensed beneath ink-black fur. Jumba couldn't have been happier as he gazed on his dream creature.

"Hello my little one. I've been waiting for you for a long time," he told it. The expiriment just stared. It pulled it's ears back and hissed.



Jumba wanted to test the experiment's true power. He'd need to tag it and then run it through tests. If it obeyed him-most of the experiments didn't-then all the better. As long as it liked to destroy things, Jumba was satisfied. This was Experiment 188.

"That thing looks evil," whispered a voice from the doorway. Several other experiments were peeking in.

"I told you to stop spying on me when I'm working!" Jumba yelled at them.



The black experiment shot past him and grabbed the nearest onlooker.

"188! Stop!" Jumba snapped. His creation ignored him.

188 brought his claws down on the helpless creature again and again. 187 screamed horribly as his flesh was torn. Jumba, thinking fast, snatched a small black gun from the drawer and fired.

187 had given himself up for lost. Suddenly he was saved. 188 flopped onto his side with his eyes closed in sleep. A white dart stuck out of his back. But his claws still twitched, looking for blood to coat themselves in.

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188 followed his creator into the lab like a faithful dog. It had been two years since his birth. A special collar allowed Jumba to shock him. Although he was completley at his creator's mercy, 188 burned with hate he couldn't unleash. He hated being helpless. Trying to take off the collar would result in a shock, but he still ripped at it once in a while. And the other experiments didn't help. Even now, he was being heckled.

147 and 24 were best friends. 24 was small and thin with lavender fur and light blue antenna. She was shy and nervous. 147 looked like a mouse deer. Her fur was pure white and her eyes were dark brown. Her front paws were clawed but her back legs had golden hooves. Two small horns protruded from her head, golden like her hooves. Her personality was the exact opposite of 24's.



"Watch this," she told her friend. Then she jeered at 188. "Hey Puppy! When's Jumba gonna teach you to play fetch?"



188 tried to contain his rage. He had to ignore her. Words couldn't hurt him, but a shock would. However, 147 wasn't going to let him go that easy.

"Please don't make him angry, 147. You know he'll-" 24 began pleading.

"Did you here what I said? Fetch!"

She tossed a pen at him and that did it. 188 charged at her, determined to rip out her insides and drench his fur in her blood. But before he could get more than five steps-

*click, zap!*



The press of a button sent a powerful shock through 188's body. He howled in pain and dropped to his knees, clawing at the collar. It only made the charge go higher. Then it suddenly stopped, leaving him panting for breath.

"147, what have I told you about teasing 188?"

"To do it as often as possible?" the experiment replied sheepishly.

"One of these times I won't subdue him!" Jumba threatened.

188 bared his teeth at 147 was led into the lab for more testing. When they were out of earshot 147 shook her head.

"Freak. If that thing got loose for five minutes we'd all be murdered in our beds." After a minute, her face lit up. 24 knew that look-she was thinking of something evil. "How about we pay him a visit tonight?"



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That night, the two snuck into the back room. They'd needed to break into a few rooms to get what they needed. Luckily, 24 had the power to unlock anything. But if it weren't for peer pressure, she would never have done something like what they were about to do.

The wall was lined with big cages of reinforced glass. Most of the experiments were allowed free run of the lab, but not the ones in this room. The cages would someday hold 221 and even later on, 626. 147 and 24 stopped near the biggest. Inside, they could make out a ball of black fur.

147 snickered. She held out a small remote control stolen from Jumba. It had a single silver button on it.

"147, I'm begging you. Let's go back now!" 24 begged. The mouse deer-like experiment turned to her friend.

"You can go if you want. But I'm staying." She looked at the sleeping form of 188 and pressed the button.

*click, zap, howl*. 188 shot up, his eyes wide and wondering what in the name of god was happening. *click, zap!* His eyes turned to the two experiments 147 grinned and waved at him. *click, zap!*

188 ran around the cage, dragging his head on the floor in a mad attempt to stop the pain. A stream of alien obscenities poured from his mouth. *click, zap!* He threw himself against the wall, trying to get at 147. She stopped for a minute to laugh.

"Meega na la quisda..." 188 hissed at them through tortured panting. The worst of alien curses didn't half express his fury.

"Oh yeah? Well, guess what rhymes with that..."

*click, zap!!*

She only stopped pressing the button when he collapsed. If she killed Jumba's prized experiment, she knew the scientist would put a similar collar on her-and leave something heavy sitting on the silver button.

But 24 had a different reason for leaving.

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It was pity.



A few nights after the shocking incident, 24 snuck into the back rooms of Jumba's lab again. It was twice as eerie as the other night. Probably because she was alone. 24 slowly crept up to the back cage and knocked on the glass. Two violet eyes shot open and teeth snapped.

She jumped back in horror. 188's vicious expression faded.

"I'm sorry." His voice was deep and rich. It somehow soothed 24's fears. "You are Experiment 24, right? I've seen you before."

24 nodded. "Yes, and I'm sorry about 147. I never should have let her talk me into that."

188 smiled forgivingly. "I probably shouldn't have attacked her. At least you don't taunt me." He sighed and ran a silver-taloned paw along the glass wall. "You're lucky, 24, to be able to go where you like."

~He doesn't seem violent. Why is he locked up like this? He only acts like that when someone provokes him.~ 24 thought.

"I wish I could let you out," she whispered. But 188 apparently heard her.

"I couldn't ask you to do that for me."

24 fought with her conscience. One part of her screamed that 188 was dangerous, to keep him inside as she valued her life. The other half saw the trapped look in his eyes, full of despair.

"I'll do it!"

She placed her front paw on the locked door. There was a barely audible hum and it swung open. 188 ran out. He grabbed 24's paw, his face shining like a child who'd just found out school was closed.

"Thank you, 24. Thank you for freeing me."



24 smiled at him. "Where will you go now?"

She never heard his answer. At that moment, there was a sharp pain in her back and ice seemed to flow through her veins. Her eyes widened, her paw slipped from 188's, and she fell to the ground. She looked into his eyes and in her dying moments, wondered what had possessed her to free him. She never moved again.

188 casually wiped the blood from his tail. As they were talking, he'd slipped it behind 24 and jammed the sharp tip into her vein-injecting her with deadly venom. He picked up her still-warm paw and placed it on his collar. There was the hum again and the last thing keeping him from freedom also fell. 188 vanished through a vent in the upper wall without another word.

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"And that is story," Jumba finished telling Stitch, Pleakly, and Ozzy (the aliens had gathered hear the details, Everyone else was at home with their doors locked.) "Most likely, 188 has been wandering the galaxy for past fourty years.* Now he's come to earth looking for fresh victims. He'll kill anyone he can, maybe torture them like 600."

"So why are we sitting here?" Ozzy almost yelled "That thing could be walking up the street right now!" He jumped up and mimed walking with two fingers.

"Exactly. Which is vhy I'm going out to stop him," Jumba replied. He pulled out what looked like a plasma cannon, but smaller. "This is a neuro-cannon. It's like the plasma cannon but attacks the nervous system. Much like the poison in your spines, 626**. Deadlier then the plasma cannon but not so messy."



"I'll go too," Ozzy said. Stitch raised an eyebrow at him.

"You can't even fight the mustard when it doesn't squirt for you. How can you fight a homicidal experiment bent on slaughtering us all?"

Ozzy shrugged. "I want to get him back for what he did to Estelle."

Jumba handed two neuro-cannons to the experiments. "Anyvone else?"

Everyone shook their heads. Ozzy thought for a second before pointing to Pleakly.

"Hey, why don't you come? Maybe shooting 188'll turn you back into a man." Since Estelle was recovering at the library where she lived, Stitch smacked Ozzy in her place. But to their surprise, Pleakly nodded. "I'll go."



Jumba handed the skinny alien the last neuro-cannon. Then he took out a small device with an antennae poking out, A small knob, a small screen, and a larger screen. He turned the knob, pressed a button, and studied the small screen which was now flashing the words "188" in green letters.

"What is it?" Stitch asked.



"Radio tracker."

"So you can track yourself a friend?"



Jumba ignored Ozzy's comment. "To track 188. He has a transmitter implanted in his thigh-so do all my experiments." He turned the knob and the number switched to "625." The tracker started beeping wildly while Ozzy started screaming and running in circles.

"Get it out of me! Get it out of me! I have rights!"

Jumba laughed darkly as he turned the dial back the number "188." He headed outside. Pleakly followed. But Stitch headed upstairs to the dome to say good-bye to Lilo-he knew this could be the last time he saw her. Ozzy headed out to see Kara.

"Kara, if I die, take care of Basha. Tell Estelle I love her and how hard I tried to get back to her. And if she wants to find another mate someday..." Suddenly, his face lit back up. "I want to be stuffed and put in her library as a constant reminder to her!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

*No, those aren't typos. That's my pathetic attempt to write Jumba's accent.

**Jumba calls the expiriments by their number-names in this fic. I'm just going by what I saw in Stitch: The movie and because it sounds better to me.

Does anyone know how to get rid of those gaping spaces popping up throughout the story and flushing the mood? They don't show up on notepad.