Author's Note: This chapter didn't turn out as well as I had planned, even with all the tweaking I gave it. So, this is what you're stutck with...
"Two mangoes, four papayas, and twenty-three pineapples. Here you go, Lilo." Mrs. Hasegawa clucked as she handed the heavy brown bags to Lilo, whom promptly gave them to Stitch. "My, but you have such a large o'hana..."
"Thank you Mrs. Hasegawa!" Lilo chirped as she and Stitch headed for home. Stitch, grumbling about always being the bagboy, suddenly spotted a figure crossing through an alleyway that looked quite like-
"Angel!" He cried, dropping the bags and running towards his beloved. He was almost there...he would get to see her again....
Wham! Stitch suddenly found himself on his back on the dirty alley ground. Just who do you think you are, some trog who likes to go around attacking females?! Stitch groaned as he looked up, and he noticed something extremely odd. It was his bushi bu, but not at the same time. This 'Angel' was a light purple with darker purple underside, nose, insides of her ears, and tiger stripes all along her body. Stitch also noticed that she had silver, pupiless eyes.
"Stitch? Are you okay?" called Lilo from the mouth of the alleyway. "Next time, please try not to drop the-OH!" She spotted the not-Angel standing over Stitch. "It's Angel..."
"No, it's Myka, an' I wanna know what you mean by chargin' 'er like that." A girl roughly Lilo's age (and size) appeared from around the corner. She had shoulder-length, stringy brown hair that was covered by a blue newspaper-boy's cap, and cynical blue eyes. She walked over to Stitch and nudged him with her foot. Lilo noticed that her shoes were about to fall off her feet. Stitch leapt up and growled, only to find himself on his back again.
"Well," said Lilo, "we'll tell you why we thought that was Angel if you tell us why you have another experiment."
Tessa, she's right! The not-Angel's eyes widened. I know him! He's 6-2-6! She rounded on Lilo. How did you some upon him? Why isn't he destroying everything in sight right now? Lilo dazedly realized that the not-Angel's mouth hadn't opened once during this entire meeting.
"I think you better follow me..."
A strange sight greeted Lilo as she opened the front door. Jumba was leaning over a boy who had incredibly spiky hair who seemed to be asleep on the couch. Pleakly and- Sparky?- were hopping around the living room, clearly agitated. Lilo looked back over at the boy and realized that he must have been electrocuted by Sparky. "What happened?" She asked, closing the door behind Stitch, the new girl, and the not-Angel.
"Erm, Little Girl, it seems that-" He broke off as he saw the not-Angel. "Ah! Is being experiement 6-1-1! What are you doing here?"
I could ask you the same question, Jumba. The not-Angel replied. She turned and saw Sparky still dancing around the room. I know you! You're....you're.... Sparky stopped his impromptu jig and looked at the not-Angel.
"Sparky."
Ummm.....
"2-2-1."
Yes! Now I remember you! You're the one who-
"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!" yelled Lilo and the new girl in unison. They looked at each other in surprise. Suddenly, to add to the chaos, the boy on the couch began to cough and wake up. Sparky froze and stared at him, until giving a little squeaking sound and hiding behind Lilo.
"Woah...." the boy stood up and began to cough some more. His hand automatically went up to flatten his hair and he felt the stiff, spikiness of it. His eyes widened as he looked around at all the aliens. "Ummm, okay, where do I go from here?"
"Hi! I'm Lilo, this is Stitch, my Uncle Jumba and my Aunt Pleaky! Aloha, um, what's your name?"
"My names Skip, and if these guys are related to you then I'm a toad." Lilo looked wildly at the girl next to her. No one had ever seen through the Story before!
"He's got ya there, kid. By the way, my name's Tessa and this is Myka." She gestured to the not-Angel beside her.
"Yes, yes. Already be knowing 6-1-1, heheh." Jumba gave his little evil laugh.
Pleakly's eye suddenly grew almost as large as his head. "6-1-1? Isn't that the...the....the ultimate super-weapon?!" The green noodle-like alien fell into a dead faint and everyone just looked at the prone figure lying on the rug. Skip, who had sometime during all this managed to flatten his hair back down, suddenly bolted for the open door, but the not-Angel, Myka, 6-1-1, stopped him before he could reach it. Skip found himself lying on his stomach just inches from the door. "Awwww maaaan!"
" 'Ey, if I've gotta hang around with all this weirdness, then so do you." Tessa walked over and sat on the couch. Myka shut the door and left with Stitch guarding it to sit next to her friend. "Okay, first o' all, can you please tell me about all this stuff goin' on? Myka seems t' know about it, but she won't tell me."
That's just because my programing won't allow it! You tell her, Jumba! Myka crossed her arms over her chest. Jumba stroked his chin in a thoughtful manner.
"Ah yes, am remembering now. Designed experiments to, in case of discovery, not to be able to tell about lab, other experiments, or evil genius scientist creator. Ingenuis, no?"
"Well anyway," said Lilo, "I'll tell you since you got an experiement. But what about him?" She cocked a thumb at Skip, who was still lying on the floor.
" 'E's okay. Go on, I'm interested!" So Lilo told the story of Stitch's escape, his landing on Earth, and his realization of o'hana. Then she told them about discovering the other experiments, Sparky's hydration, their journey to space, and enede with the experiment pods being all around the island. "Who's Sparky?"
Sparky had crawled behind a chair that Skip had decided to sit on. The boy looked under his chair and saw the yellow experiment.
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
Skip leaped off the chair as Sparky jumped up, knocking the chair over. Skip ran and hid behind Jumba. "That thing's got it in for me, I swear! He attacked me in the lighthouse! Ruthlessly! Without provoction!"
"Who, Sparky? He wouldn't hurt a fly. Right Jumba?" The little Hawaiian girl went over and hugged the trembling experiment, which seemed to calm him a bit.
"Yes, was flaw of 2-2-1. Would only shock other shock-proof experiments. Cannot even bite, with flat herbivore teeth." Jumba patted Sparky on the head.
Tessa looked down at her watch. "Well we've gotta go! See ya around!" She leapt off the couch to find her way blocked by Lilo.
"You've still got to tell us how you found that experiement!"
"Found a purple pod, dropped a water bottle on it, poof there's Myka!" Tessa pushed Lilo aside and Myka tossed Stitch to the side as the girl threw open the door and ran for town, with her experiment friend hard on her heels. Lilo stood up, brushing herself off.
"That was weird...hey, Jumba, what exactly does 6-1-1 do? You didn't seem exactly worried about her. And why did she look like," Lilo glanced at Stitch, "you-know-who?"
"Ah, 6-1-1 is being telekinetic. Can be moving things with mind. Perfect evil genius all-powerful experiment, with one problem. Would not be doing evil! Bah!" The large, round alien flopped down on the couch in a bad mood. "As for appearance, 6-1-1 and 6-2-4 follow the same genetic code as 5-0-4." He threw a glare at Skip. "Don't you be having somewhere to be going?!"
"Umm, right...." Skip ran out the door and dissapeared from sight. Stitch, Lilo, and Sparky all flopped down on the floor with a huge sigh. Lilo looked up at Jumba.
"Now what?"