Chapter 08
And now, we continue with the adventures of Lilo and Mander. Before I begin, I must answer two questions.
Q1: What about Mander's mother? Isn't she worried or out looking for Mander?
A1: She probably would be, but she's not in this story.
Q2: What about the cake Mander was baking?
A2: Oh, what a terrible tragedy! Mander's once-lovely chocolate cake now has the color, taste, and texture of asphalt.
Morning had arrived. Mander had just awakened, and as predicted by Pleakley, she had an incredible migraine headache.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah," she moaned, "My head, it's going to explode!"
Pleakley took notice of her and offered to help. He went to his tent and returned with a plastic tube of water and a couple tablets of neo-aspirin.
"Here, swallow these," he offered.
Normally, Mander would have gotten angry and spit the water in his face, but things were definitely not normal. She took a sip of water and swallowed the two capsules given to her by the green-faced, one-eyed, two-tongued creature.
"Oy, I had a feeling that today wasn't going to be an ordinary day!"
"You know," mused Pleakley, "I was thinking the same thing this morning as I sat steaming in my diatom bath."
"Your what bath?"
"My diatom bath--you know--soaking in a tub of silicate-based symbiotic microorganisms that eat the nasty bacteria off your epidermal tissue. It's very relaxing, and it makes your skin feel smooth, giving it a nice healthy green shine. You should try it sometime. Say, are you hungry?"
"Not anymore."
Meanwhile, Jumba was a couple hundred meters away from them in the field, trying to find a good place to put up a satellite dish. Suddenly, he heard something.
Whizzzzzzz--THWACK!
Unfortunately for Jumba, "Whizzzzzzz--THWACK" turned out to be the sound of slingstone hitting him in the head. He dropped like a log.
- - -
About 30 minutes later, a very angry Jumba ran back to the camp. He had a bag of ice on his head.
"Jumba!" said Pleakley, "What on earth happened to you?"
"WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON THOSE--"
"Who? What happened?"
"Someone hit me on the head, and when I woke up all of my stuff was gone!"
"What stuff?"
"My plasma gun, my tracking radar, my trans-universal communicator..."
While Jumba went on, Amanda started laughing hysterically, "That's what you get, you bloated weasel!"
As if he didn't hear her, Jumba continued, "...my Tirillian-army knife, my spool of dental floss, my Elvis anthology album, the keys to the obnoxious squirrel-creature's cuffs--"
"WHAT!?!"
"Oh, don't worry Jumba," Pleakley said, "I've got Mander's keys right here."
"Then give them to me, so I can throw them into the river. And besides, you shouldn't be on a first-name basis with that miserable rodent."
"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE DEAD!" yelled Mander. To Jumba's dismay, Mander had already stolen the keys from Pleakley and unlocked her pawcuffs. Before Jumba could react, Mander flew towards him and proceeded to use him as a punching bag for her Tae-Kwan-Do martial arts practice.
When it was all over, Mander and Lilo decided to go to Redwall, having talked about Mander's dream. Pleakley decided to stay at the camp and help Jumba, who now fervently wished he had never met Mander.
[Author's Note: As you can tell, I don't like Jumba very much.]
And now, we continue with the adventures of Lilo and Mander. Before I begin, I must answer two questions.
Q1: What about Mander's mother? Isn't she worried or out looking for Mander?
A1: She probably would be, but she's not in this story.
Q2: What about the cake Mander was baking?
A2: Oh, what a terrible tragedy! Mander's once-lovely chocolate cake now has the color, taste, and texture of asphalt.
Morning had arrived. Mander had just awakened, and as predicted by Pleakley, she had an incredible migraine headache.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaah," she moaned, "My head, it's going to explode!"
Pleakley took notice of her and offered to help. He went to his tent and returned with a plastic tube of water and a couple tablets of neo-aspirin.
"Here, swallow these," he offered.
Normally, Mander would have gotten angry and spit the water in his face, but things were definitely not normal. She took a sip of water and swallowed the two capsules given to her by the green-faced, one-eyed, two-tongued creature.
"Oy, I had a feeling that today wasn't going to be an ordinary day!"
"You know," mused Pleakley, "I was thinking the same thing this morning as I sat steaming in my diatom bath."
"Your what bath?"
"My diatom bath--you know--soaking in a tub of silicate-based symbiotic microorganisms that eat the nasty bacteria off your epidermal tissue. It's very relaxing, and it makes your skin feel smooth, giving it a nice healthy green shine. You should try it sometime. Say, are you hungry?"
"Not anymore."
Meanwhile, Jumba was a couple hundred meters away from them in the field, trying to find a good place to put up a satellite dish. Suddenly, he heard something.
Whizzzzzzz--THWACK!
Unfortunately for Jumba, "Whizzzzzzz--THWACK" turned out to be the sound of slingstone hitting him in the head. He dropped like a log.
- - -
About 30 minutes later, a very angry Jumba ran back to the camp. He had a bag of ice on his head.
"Jumba!" said Pleakley, "What on earth happened to you?"
"WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON THOSE--"
"Who? What happened?"
"Someone hit me on the head, and when I woke up all of my stuff was gone!"
"What stuff?"
"My plasma gun, my tracking radar, my trans-universal communicator..."
While Jumba went on, Amanda started laughing hysterically, "That's what you get, you bloated weasel!"
As if he didn't hear her, Jumba continued, "...my Tirillian-army knife, my spool of dental floss, my Elvis anthology album, the keys to the obnoxious squirrel-creature's cuffs--"
"WHAT!?!"
"Oh, don't worry Jumba," Pleakley said, "I've got Mander's keys right here."
"Then give them to me, so I can throw them into the river. And besides, you shouldn't be on a first-name basis with that miserable rodent."
"THAT'S IT! YOU'RE DEAD!" yelled Mander. To Jumba's dismay, Mander had already stolen the keys from Pleakley and unlocked her pawcuffs. Before Jumba could react, Mander flew towards him and proceeded to use him as a punching bag for her Tae-Kwan-Do martial arts practice.
When it was all over, Mander and Lilo decided to go to Redwall, having talked about Mander's dream. Pleakley decided to stay at the camp and help Jumba, who now fervently wished he had never met Mander.
[Author's Note: As you can tell, I don't like Jumba very much.]