Author's Note: Okay, what I'll do is this: Since I have four days off from school in front of me, I'll have a short chapter a day. During regular school time I'll have longer chapters and update them less frequently. Also (amazingly enough) I am not good at all with Stitch's language, so I'll be writing in English and you can use your creative little minds to pretend I'm writing in Kweltikwanian.
Rain pelted the Hawaiian forest. Every animal was hidden form the torrent in various dens, nests,and burrows.
All exept for one.
The frog blinked its eyes against the rain. He never moved, not even when a (to the frog, enormous) figure stumbled past and fell into a gaping hole quickly filling with watering mud.
And I thought Hawaii was paradise. Well, way to go me! The young boy pulled himself from the quagmire and flopped onto the muddy earth. He noticed a frog staring at him and grumbled, "Go away, fat ugly thing, or I'll eat your stupid legs." The frog answered with a "Ribbet."
"Yeah, shows how much you know," the boy replied while struggling to stand up. He finally had to unshoulder his pack and did a sort of push-up to get off the ground. He snatched the pack up before the frog could hop into it. He wouldn't put it past the creepy little animal to do such a thing.
Wait. If the frog could get into his pack, that meant-
"Oh man!" The boy whined as everything slipped out of his half-open packsack. "Well if that isn't the stupid cherry on the stupid sundae." Now he was without supplies, lost in the total darkness. No, not total darkness. Faintly up ahead he saw a light. It would pass over the forest, then dissapear, then come back. It took the boy a minute to figure out he was looking at a lighthouse. Smirking, the boy headed towards the old lighthouse- to his mind, his newest place of refuge.
Sparky felt drained. Hell, he was drained. He had given the lighthouse more electricity than normal; the storm made it extra-hard to see out there, and Sparky would hate it if a ship crashed and people died because he was too lazy to give a good amount of electricity to the revolving bulb.
I'm going to go see Jumba tomorrow for certain. Unless there's fog. Blitznag, there better not be fog. Feeling his strength being sapped away, the little yellow expiriment knew he would have to stop soon.
He didn't know just how soon.
A faint knocking startled Sparky so much that he stopped powering the lighthouse. A million thoughts flashed through his mind. It's probably Stitch and the little girl. They're the only ones who know I'm here. But then again it could be a stranger seeking shelter. Should I let them in? What would they do? And finally, Did I lock the door?
Squeaking hinges answered his question. A "Hello? Anyone in here?" greeted his ears. The expiriment chewed on his lip. Now what? He could here the person coming up the stairs. What should he do? He quickly gathered his thoughts as the door swung open.
He struck.