I'm glad everyone liked the intro for Team Angel and Team Kickass. This chapter checks in with Stitch's team, and hopefully it won't be too bad. Enjoy!

Nukerjsr, there might be a fourth team…you could sort of count Hamsterviel, Mertle, and Gantu as a team, but I might work something in later on. And yes, Battaxetra was from Dexter, but I noticed how similar it and Hammerface looked so I decided to make an experiment based on it.

Jumba didn't really have any choice but to trust Arnold for even a little while. Since the other experiments were leaving, there's nobody else to watch Nani since she's pregnant, and Pleakley couldn't stay because Jumba needed an experiment-hunting partner. It may be asking for a miracle, but the only alternatives would be to either take Nani with them or wait for David to show up and then go. Neither option is feasible seeing as they need every second of hunting time to gather all the remaining experiments before the exterminators arrive, and Nani would only slow them down and be a hazard magnet. There really was no other choice.

To be honest Story Weaver1, I always thought Houdini was a guy. However, everyone else seems to think Houdini's a girl, and since I may have messed up already by making Yin male (cause lots of people think Yin's a girl too) I decided to just play it safe and go with the flow on this one.

Eh heh, I didn't actually make up those songs Bluefox. I adapted them from the original Team theme songs from Sonic Heroes, which this story is based on. I just changed a few words here and there. (A lot of words, in Team Kickass's case.)

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"Amazing."

"Gigantic."

"Shiny." Stitch and Sparky looked at Slugger. "What? It is."

The trio had followed Hamsterviel's ship through hyperspace to planet Urb, home of the galaxy's largest supply of Uburnium. The vast amount of money earned by the refining and exporting of this universal fuel source had made the planet's capital one of the biggest, brightest, and most advanced cities this side of the Alpha quadrant. They had lost track of Hamsterviel's vessel when entering the planet's atmosphere, but were certain he was somewhere in the city.

None of them aside from Stitch had ever left the lab back on Turo, and so had never seen a truly modern city of the Galactic Federation. And even Stitch was impressed by the huge holographic billboards, the flowing energy walkways, the shining buildings, and the huge numbers of vehicles flying around the city's skyways and byways. "None of those junk heaps can outfly my Stitch Machine," he said lovingly.

"What do you think Hamsterviel wants here?" asked Slugger.

Sparky consulted a dog-eared book he had found in the Stitch Machine's glove compartment. "According to the Galactic Travel Guide, this planet is home to the biggest supply of Uburnium in the galaxy. If he's here for anything, it's probably for the fuel."

"Hamsterviel wouldn't have stopped here just to refuel. He must need that Uburnium for something else," Stitch reasoned. "Where should we go from here?"

Sparky checked the book. "We should probably check the Central Uburnium Refinery. It's the biggest Uburnium reserve on the planet and should be somewhere in this city."

"Is that it over there?" asked Slugger, pointing to a huge crystalline dome-shaped building off in the distance surrounded by tower-like pistons that constantly pumped up and down, sucking unrefined Uburnium from the earth.

Sparky checked the picture in the travel guide. "Yep, that's the one."

Stitch nodded. "Okay then, let's-"

"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" bellowed a loud voice.

"What the-"

They turned around and saw a dozen police hovercars floating behind them. "GET ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING ILLEGAL GENETIC EXPERIMENTS!"

"How'd they know what we are?" asked Slugger, surprised.

"What if we don't want to be put under arrest?!" Stitch challenged.

Several hundred powerful plasma cannons popped out of each car. "THEN YOU WILL BE TERMINATED IMMEDIATELY!"

"Ah. I see. RUN!" The experiments ran as the cops fired, blasting open a huge crater. They quickly came to a dead end, because they were standing on top of a skyscraper. Undeterred, Stitch leaped off immediately, followed by Sparky. Slugger swooped down after them and grabbed Stitch, who grabbed Sparky as he fell past him.

The police cars flew around the side of the building and started towards them, powering up their guns. "Slugger, get us out of here!" yelled Sparky.

"How do you expect me to move that quickly when I'm carrying you two?! Hey, that gives me an idea…" Slugger paused in his flight and flung Stitch and Sparky above him.

"Hey, what do you think you're-"

Slugger swung his tail twice, knocking the two towards a police cruiser. Frightened, they curled into ball form just before they hit, smashing into the cruiser and causing it to weave out of control. It smashed into another car, causing both to collide with the side of the building and explode. Slugger caught his cousins as they fell and landed on a nearby rooftop.

Stitch blinked. "Hey…that was kind of cool."

The cars flew overhead and came back for another pass. "Slugger, throw me at em'!" said Sparky.

"Okay!" Slugger swung his tail as Sparky curled up, shooting the electric experiment at the police cars. Sparky turned into lightning as he hit the lead vehicle and leaped all over the place, zapping the cars. He went back into ball form as the cars exploded, showering the area with debris. "Home run!"

Before they could celebrate, another squad of cop cars appeared and flew towards them. "We're not out of the woods yet. Let's get out of here!"

Sparky noticed a tall metal antenna extending from the top of their building as his teammates headed for the edge to make another death-defying leap. "Hey guys, come over here, I got an idea!"

"It had better be quick, those cops'll be here any second!" said Stitch.

"Just hold on to me." Stitch and Slugger grabbed his waist. Sparky crackled and converted to lightning, taking Stitch and Slugger with him. He zapped onto the flagpole, shot along its length and fired off the top, shooting across the expanse to another antenna, and continued transmitting himself in this matter from building to building until they were far, far away from the cops.

Sparky shot off the top of another antenna, only to find there wasn't another one to go to. The trio converted back to normal and started falling. Slugger grabbed his friends and flapped his wings quickly to slow their descent. They landed gently on another skyscraper with heavy traffic flying all around them. "Phew, that was close," said Sparky.

"How'd you do that, Sparks?" asked Stitch.

Sparky shrugged. "I don't really know. It just seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Well, it worked. Though I don't think I'll ever want to do that again. Turning into electricity leaves your fur all tingly," said Stitch as he tried to push down his fur, which had sprung up in response to all the static.

"Hey guys, look at this, I think this is how those cops knew we were experiments," said Slugger, pointing to a giant holographic billboard playing a repeating message.

It displayed Jumba's ex-wife, with the words Grand Councilwoman underneath them. "Citizens of the Galactic Federation, a dire threat faces our peace and livelihood. Genetic experiments, created by demented scientists such as Jumba Jookiba and Yaohan Killowogg, are rampaging throughout our worlds, causing mayhem and destruction." Her image vanished, to be replaced by a huge chart displaying several hundred creatures of all kinds, many of them familiar to our experiment trio. "If you see any of these experiments in your neighborhood, contact the police immediately and stay inside your homes. These creatures are extremely dangerous and are not to be trifled with. Thank you for your time." The hologram faded, then started repeating itself. "Citizens of the Galactic Federation, a dire threat faces our peace and livelihood…"

"…Who was that lady? She looked kind of familiar," said Slugger.

"That was Jumba's ex-wife," explained Sparky. "So she's Grand Councilwoman now? Figures. She always did have political aspirations."

Stitch frowned. Using his supercomputer brain, he had counted all the experiments in the ad, and something didn't add up. "There were a thousand experiments on that billboard, but there are only a little over six hundred of us. Who were those other guys? And who's this Killowogg?"

"Jumba's not the only mad geneticist out there. There are plenty of other evil geniuses who tried to grow experiment armies of their own," explained Sparky. "Killowogg is one of them. I met him, his experiments and a bunch of other weirdoes when Jumba held a Mad Scientist's Convention at the lab one year. It was before either of you were born."

"Were any of those experiments hot?" asked Slugger curiously.

Sparky snorted in reply. "No. They were genderless. And retarded, too. The other scientists weren't nearly as skilled or as brilliant as Jumba. Why do you think Hamsterviel hired Jumba in the first place? He's the best in his field."

"That lady said we're rampaging across the galaxy. But none of us have left Earth until now. Do you think she was talking about those other doctor's experiments?" asked Stitch.

Sparky nodded. "Probably. It wouldn't surprise me to learn some of them escaped, those scientists were pretty dim when it came to security…but it's not fair to pin some of the blame on us!"

"Ah, she always hated Jumba, she's probably just framing us to get back at him for divorcing her. I always thought she was the one who ratted us out to the Federation…" growled Slugger.

A bunch of police cars suddenly flew by, in too big of a hurry to notice the experiments sitting on the roof. "What was that about? They didn't even notice us!" said Sparky.

"Looks like something big's going on. I'll see if I can find out what it is." Stitch fidgeted with his ears and antenna, trying to tune in to the police frequency.

"-break in at Central Uburnium Refinery, repeat, break in at Central Uburnium Refinery, illegal genetic experiments sighted, all units converge there immediately…"

"There's been a break in at the Refinery. Experiments are involved," Stitch informed his teammates.

"And the refinery just happens to be where we're going. Coincidence? I think not!" said Sparky slyly.

"Hamsterviel?" suggested Slugger.

"Oh yeah!"

"Okay then. Let's get that hamster and pound him for stealing our family!" said Stitch. "Team Stitch, move out!"

"…Since when are we called Team Stitch?" asked Sparky.

"Since now. Move out!"

"Why can't we be called Team Hero or Team Homerun or something like that?" asked Slugger.

"I prefer Team Sparky myself," Sparky added.

"I said MOVE OUT!" Sparky and Slugger yelped and jumped off the building. Stitch shook his head and followed them.

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There was a blockade of police vehicles at the entrance to the Refinery. Police were standing outside their cars and pointing guns at a huge clone of 119. Oddly enough, it was raining, setting the mood. "Put your hands…er, tentacles in the air!" shouted one of the officers. The monster burbled in reply. "All right, you asked for it! Open fire!" The police fired their guns over and over again at the monster. They sank into the beast's chocolaty mass, doing no damage. "Oh no! Our weapons have no effect! Retreat!" They ran away.

"Wimps."

Team Stitch landed on top of one of the cars. "That thing doesn't look so tough!" said Sparky.

"Yeah, but I hear one of these things killed Chocola," said Stitch, fighting down a fresh wave of angst.

Slugger smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, but we've got something Chocola didn't!"

"What's that?" asked Stitch.

Slugger grinned, showing his fangs. "Very big appetites from being stuck in a small police cruiser with nothing to eat for the last several hours."

The three looked hungrily at the poor stupid 119 clone, who would have already been running for its life if it had enough of a brain to understand the danger it was in.

"It's lunch time!" yelled Sparky as they pounced on the clone. The poor thing never stood a chance.

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The inside of the refinery was a marvelous sight. The large crystal dome contained an entire factory complex, complete with everything you would ever want to turn raw Uburnium into the super-efficient fuel source used everywhere in the galaxy. The only thing that marred this lovely crystal dome was the gaping hole that had been smashed in it by the large somewhat spherical spaceship coming in for a landing. This ship was anchored over a huge vat of pure processed Uburnium in the center of the refinery, which was being sucked dry by pipes leading into a warp gate. Clones were all over the place, monitoring the machinery and keeping an eye out for any intruders.

Hamsterviel stood at the edge of the glowing vat with his new protégé, Mertle. "Look at it, my dear apprentice. What do you see?"

Mertle, who had gotten a Babel fish (See Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) stuck in her ear so she could understand everything spoken to her, looked into the vat. "Uh…a lot of glowing orange stuff?"

"Well, yes…but it is more than that! It is the most efficient and non-polluting fuel source in the galaxy, if not the universe. Far less dangerous than antimatter, which explodes violently if exposed to even an atom of normal matter! It is power, raw power…and with it, I will crush the universe!"

She raised an eyebrow. "How? It's just fuel, right? What are you going to do, gas up some big spaceship and blast everything with it?"

Hamsterviel chuckled. "Close, my dear, but you see only a fraction of the big picture that is my master plan."

"And when do I get to know this 'master plan'?" she demanded.

"When I feel like telling you. At the moment, you are just an apprentice. If I don't want to tell you something, that is my prerogative. You overstep your place in questioning it."

Mertle rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Gantu walked over, looking distressed. "Sir, 626, 221, and 608 have broken into the building. I think they're here for us."

"How did they get past the door guard?" Hamsterviel asked, annoyed.

"They, er, ate it."

Hamsterviel smacked his forehead. "Gah, what was Jumba thinking when he made 119? Oh wait, now I remember, there was a horrible supply shortage and he was trying to make an alternative food source."

"The clone guards won't be enough to stop them. From the front door, it's a straight run to the elevator leading up here. What should we do?" asked Gantu.

"Hmm." Hamsterviel thought for a moment. He checked a panel on his hoverchair. "We only need to delay them for a few more minutes. We already have 75% of the fuel we need. Wait for them to get on the elevator, then shut off the power halfway to the top and send in the 303 clones. THAT should get their attention!"

"Right away." Gantu stomped off.

"Why don't you just kill them?" asked Mertle.

"At the moment, I can't. The three of them together are stronger than any clone in my army. However, I don't need to kill them right now. I just need to delay them long enough to complete the drainage process," Hamsterviel explained.

"Then when do we kill them?" asked Mertle.

He grinned at her bloodthirstiness. "Soon."

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Sparky punched a dead Tank clone once more for good measure. "Heh, is that the best he's got?"

Stitch couldn't help smirking. "He should know by now that the three of us can do anything as long as we stick together!"

"Hey guys, think this elevator goes all the way to the top?" Slugger asked, pointing to a doorway ahead of them.

"There's only one way to find out." They entered the elevator, which was a large hexagonal platform with a thin pillar full of Uburnium running through the middle of it. Stitch pressed the highest button next to the door, and the platform began moving up the shaft.

Halfway up, the platform stopped abruptly. Then the lights went out. "What the-" The platform started rumbling. Sparky and Stitch quickly held onto the central pillar as the platform dropped away from them, hitting the bottom of the shaft with a resounding crash some minutes later.

Sparky started glowing, allowing everyone to see each other. "You guys all right?" asked Slugger, who had taken flight just before the platform fell.

"Yeah…what was that all about?" Sparky wondered.

"I think a certain rodent knows we're here." Stitch started climbing up the pillar. "Let's pay him a visit, shall we?"

They started climbing. Three-quarters of the way up, Slugger heard something. "Do you guys hear a buzzing noise?"

"Yeah, sort of like some kind of insect…uh oh," Stitch said as several dozen Amnesio clones armed with plasma cannons and machine guns flew down to them.

Slugger darted amidst the clones, bashing heads in and dodging gunfire, while Sparky blasted them with an occasional lightning bolt. Despite this, they kept on coming. Stitch was forced to cling to the pillar since he had no lightning or flying powers, and if he tried to jump onto one of the bugs he might miss and fall to the bottom of the shaft. Sparky looked up at his cousin after frying a clone. "Stitch! Keep going, we'll hold them off!"

"Are you sure you guys'll be okay?"

Sparky ducked, avoiding a plasma blast. "Positive! Now go! Get Hamsterviel!"

"Right!" Stitch climbed up the pillar, avoiding the bugs. He soon left the sphere of light generated by Sparky's bioelectric luminescence and entered the darkness of the shaft. He switched to night vision, climbing past more Amnesios who didn't see him in the dark. He soon reached the top of the pillar and flung himself towards the wall of the shaft, where he could see the doorway. He just missed the door, but grabbed hold of a ledge and pulled himself up. He smashed the door down, entering the top floor of the refinery. "Hamsterviel!"

Hamsterviel and his minions looked up. "Ah, 626. Where are your companions?"

"They'll be up soon. Tell me where Lilo and the others are and I won't kill you!"

Hamsterviel smirked. "Somehow I doubt you could do that. In any case, your friends are somewhere you will never find them…though I suppose you may be joining them shortly. Mertle!"

"Yeah?"

Hamsterviel pressed a button on his armrest. A hatch opened on the underside of his ship, and a new combat vehicle lowered from it. It was nowhere near as impressive as the H-Hawk. Basically, it was just a spare hoverchair with a pair of missile launchers attached to the sides and a large thrust engine mounted on the back. "Here is your first important lesson in villain training: operating a death vehicle to destroy (or in this case, delay) your nemesis. Use the H-Hornet to hold off 626 long enough for me to complete the drainage process."

"But I don't know how to pilot that thing!" Mertle protested.

"Don't worry, the chip will show you how."

"What chip?"

"The chip I connected to your brain, of course."

"…You never connected a chip to my brain."

"I didn't?"

"NO!"

Hamsterviel smacked his forehead. "Ah, you're right. I can't believe I forgot. Here." He pulled out a chip and stuck it on the back of Mertle's neck.

"Ow! That hurts!"

"Yes, I know. Now go get him."

Grumbling, Mertle climbed into the cockpit of the H-Hornet. A glass shield lowered over her. The craft floated into the air as electrostatic generators dropped down from above, trapping Stitch in a force field. He rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

Mertle flew over Stitch's enclosure and fired a bunch of missiles. He curled into a ball and rolled out of the way. When the missiles stopped firing, he popped up and tried to reason with the little girl. "Mertle, why are you working with Hamsterviel? Being a bully is one thing, but helping him rule the universe? How could you?"

Mertle shrugged. "Hey, I'm a spoiled brat. What I want, I get. And I want a world of my own to rule as I please. Hamsterviel will give me that and more in return for my help."

"He'll just double-cross you like nearly every evil villain does to their minions!" Stitch protested.

Mertle paused and looked at her mentor. "Are you going to double-cross me?"

"No. Gantu, yes, but not you," Hamsterviel said truthfully.

Gantu looked up from a console. "Did somebody say my name?"

"No. Get back to work."

"Yes sir." Gantu went back to his console.

Wanting to get back to the fight, Mertle pressed a button and large drills sprouted from the missile launchers. "All systems full power!" The thrust engine engaged, and she charged towards Stitch. He stepped out of the way. She flew past him, blowing up an electrostatic generator and bringing the entire force field down before crashing into the open elevator shaft. The Hornet exploded, throwing her out somewhat burnt but otherwise okay. She blinked. "Ow."

Hamsterviel groaned. "This is going to take a while."

Sparky and Slugger, somewhat blackened by the explosion, crawled out of the shaft. "Oof…somebody get me the number of that combat vehicle!" said Sparky angrily.

"What took you guys so long?" asked Stitch.

"There were a LOT of bugs. And I mean a lot," said Slugger.

Hamsterviel checked one of his displays and laughed. "Ha! Amusing as this has all been, I'm afraid I must now depart. I've distracted you fools long enough to get what I came for. So long, suckers!" He laughed as he and his minions were pulled up into the ship via tractor beam while the suction pipes retracted into the warp gate, which then closed.

As the ship took off through the hole in the roof, Stitch whistled. "Come on, Stitch Machine!" His cruiser smashed through the roof and parked neatly next to the empty Uburnium tank. "Come on guys, we have to follow him!"

They all hopped in and took off. "I hope the next place we go to doesn't involve us getting chased by cops or getting blown up," muttered Sparky as he tried to wipe the soot from his fur.

Stitch shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it'll be a fancy resort!"

"Heh, like we'd get that lucky," Slugger joked as they accelerated to hyperspeed after the rodent's ship.

If only they knew. If only they knew.

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I'm afraid this might be the last chapter for a while, since the next one might be pretty long and I'm going on a long trip with my family next Friday so I can't work on it for a week and a half. I hope this chapter will tide you over until then.