Okay, before we get started with the 22nd chapter, I want to give a quick warning: This story, from here on out, is going to have more twists and turns than a looping steel roller coaster. I have figured out a very unique way to introduce what happened to Myrtle, and as right now the voice in my head is screaming at me with a megaphone to use it, I will. Hope this doesn't go TOO far for anyone who thinks Myrtle shouldn't be viewed as pure evil...Be prepared for a bomb shell...and who knows, I may have to add another couple to the list of couples I might post for this story sometime or another...hint hint.... anyways, on to the story!

"Is it safe?" 625 asked, creeping out of the closet. As soon as he closed the door behind himself though, he ran. He made it to an Arby's before he noticed that half the stuff he passed was either trashed or frozen solid.

Meanwhile, the three fox-like experiments were on the beach. Syler was trying to race himself while Mediator and 640, whom they had decided to call Tria, were sitting in the shade of a large shrub.

"Isn't it amazing? He continues to race himself, and yet every time, he loses. How do you lose against yourself?" Mediator said, trying her best not to laugh.

'Hey, it's hard work! Just because I'm a better athlete than me doesn't mean I'm not trying!' Syler said, getting annoyed. 'Wait, that doesn't make sense...how can I be a better athlete than me?'

"Schizophrenia." Tria said, getting confused looks.

"Okay then.... while we're on the subject..." Mediator said, trailing off at what she saw coming towards them. It was 635 racing at top speed, ignoring the pod that read 611 that was lying on the ground.

At the house, Mr. Jameson was looking back and forth between Keoni and everyone else, trying to decide what to do. Keoni had opted to stay as he was for reasons that didn't make alot of sense, and everyone else was saying to let him.

"Fine. But this does mean no Sunday Brunches." He said, giving in to pressure. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go file some papers at the police station."

"Whew. For a moment there I thought I wouldn't get out of the brunches." Keoni said.

"So this is all to just avoid eating omelets?" Nani said skeptically.

"No, but I do hate eggs.... and besides, how many people get to spit liquid fire at some whale alien named Big Dummy?" he said, a slight hint of sarcasm with the last part of the sentence.

"You know, you're acting more...talkative...than normal." Lilo said, pointing out the obvious.

"I should be getting back to work." Cobra said, getting in his car. "I'll keep in touch." And with that, he drove off.

Back at Gantu's ship, a very smug looking Gantu sat in his chair as Hamsterveil discussed 'business plans' with his 'new' partner.

"Honestly, how can he think that she would do better than me? She doesn't even know how to use her powers!" 625 said, jealous that a beta was outdoing him.

"SILENCE! Beta 003 is a better choice than you or that incompetent fish face of a minion because she is more respectful and isn't a loser! Plus now that she no longer has to have an education, she can be working for me! Hahahahaha!" Hamsterveil said.

"You know, I'm actually more happy like this. And you are saying that it is Lilo and her weirdo dog's fault I'm like this now though?" Myrtle, or Beta 003 as she was now known, said.

"Yes. I am needing you to be capturing experiments for me and preventing them from getting them. Plus you can be exacting any revenge you want!" Hamsterveil said.

"So when do I start then?"

"As soon as you are ready." As usual, evil sounding laughter filled the area. "Curse these hairballs!"

Back at the beach, no one other than Mediator could believe what they were hearing. 'Whoa, hold up. You're saying you want to go with us now? I thought you were supposed to be pure evil or something!' Syler said, being his usual sarcastic and skeptical self.

"I just told you: Jumba made a mistake. And I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do now or anything. I figured you all could help." 635 said.

"But how do we know you are being truthful?" Tria suddenly spoke up.

"I let you escape, didn't I? If I was as evil as everyone claims, you'd be with Hamsterveil right now." He countered.

"We'll have to talk to Lilo about it...but yeah, you can come." Mediator said after some careful thought. "No one is all bad after all. Unless you count that President guy that's on TV all the time."

Okay, that's the 22nd chapter. Not to be mean or anything, but that thing about the president is honestly my honest opinion. But I won't go into that. Anywho, here's the experiment bio for 635, who is crucial for this story.

Experiment 635 is a psychic experiment that has a large capacity for physical combat as well. He has all the powers of Stitch and Syler as well as 1 unknown power of his own. Standing, he's about 2 feet 3 inches, only slightly taller than Stitch, shorter than Lilo's hologram. He has dark gray fur, but he can change its colors at will. Also, he has, when all limbs are extended, 1 pair of arms, 1 pair of antenna, 4 spines, and 2 medium sized draconic wings that have silver scales between the fingers. He is supposedly pure evil but due to a flaw in his programming and the incident with the rock, it is coming to light that he isn't.

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