Ok, I want to thank the Great Red Dragon for being the first to review my story. I'm so happy! You're an inspiration to me! And so this chapter is for you. It's longer and hopefully more descriptive.

See if you can spot the three experiments from the show in here. Don't worry, it's not that hard.

Jumba stood over the injured experiment, its blood staining the padded blue bench it lay upon. He had put 499 under anaesthetic to ease his pain and was scanning the open wounds, checking the extent of the damage. He picked out a crystal shard that had been lodged in between the bones in the spine, examining it underneath a microscope.

"Pure glactican diamond," he commented, placing it carefully inside a plastic container, locking it inside a mounted cabinet. He delicately lifted 499 up and laid him in a healing capsule, closing the plastic lid and setting it for four hours. The evil scientist picked up a thin jacket and collected a small stun gun. The health capsule started to beep, signalling it had warmed up, and the computer controlled lasers went to work, slowly stitched and weaving together new skin on top of the deep cuts.

"177. Keep eye on 499. I have experiment to capture." Jumba ordered in a broad Russian accent, putting on the jacket and leaving the infirmary slamming the door behind him.

Jumba stormed down the corridor, experiments scattering from his heavy feet. They could tell he was definitely not in a mood to mess him about. When he came to a t-junction he leaned against the wall trying to decide which way to go. The lab was gigantic. He would never be able to find Kale by himself.

"458!" he bellowed. Shortly after, a small red experiment came scampering up to Jumba. It closely resembled an ant eater, with a long, thin snout and a shiny black round nose stuck out on the end. It acknowledged its master with a honk sound.

"458, I need your help with something," Jumba knelt down to the creatures level, placing a hand on his tiny head. 458 quivered at the touch.

"I need you to help locate 605. Can you do that for me?" The experiment nodded his head eagerly. He stood up on his hind legs and began sniffing the air with his large nose. He trotted up to the left turn and checked back to Jumba, beckoning him to follow. They set off through the maze of the lab.

Kale blinked. Everything was blurry in front of him, and the last thing he could remember was going to eat lunch. As he tried to stand up, he realised that his legs were trapped, and pain ripped through his right leg when he tensed the muscles in it. Turning round he saw that 604 was also with him, and that they were caved in by a large amount of folders. Scrabbling at the floor, trying to free himself from their grasp, he noticed the faded blood on the edges of his claws, and everything returned to him.

"Oh god, I gotta get out," he gasped, finally pushing enough of the folders off of him to escape, sliding forward and biting his tongue to keep himself from screaming from the pain of his leg. Kale limped forward and lightly batted 604 on the head. He groggily lifted his eyelids and shook his head from side to side, as if shaking himself dry.

"604, come on you have to get free. We don't even know how long we've been here for." 604 easily shifted the rubble away and rolled over, lying flat on his stomach. He breathed in deeply as if thinking of what was to happen next.

"I don't think it really matters how long it's been." He replied flatly. "I thought you didn't want to go back anyway." He tilted his head back so he could look straight at Kale. He shifted back around to upright position.

"What's wrong with your leg? You've not broken it have you?" Kale glanced down at it. There appeared to be nothing strange about t from the outside, but he was holding it up, keeping his weight of it. He felt rotten. Nothing seemed to be going right today.

"I think it's broke," he sniffled. "I can't put it down, feels like someone's shoved a metal spear through it. No matter." He attempted a fake smile.

"Well you can't get back out in the state you're in now can you? I'm going to have to get Jumba soon you know." Kale stood, thinking through what was going to happen now. Jumba was bound to shout, and Kale would probably be dehydrated. Tears started to fall but he quickly wiped them away. 604 weakly lifted himself up from the cracked shelf and started searching through the pile of fallen folders. Kale tilted his head in curiosity.

"What are you searching for?" he questioned, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his leg and now in his head. 604 chucked a few of the folders over his head, and was scratching at the bits of concrete that had come loose with the shelf's supports. He dived into the pile, and came up a little later, bottom first, dragging a shiny folder in his mouth.

"We didn't just go through all that for nothing. I wanna know what's so special about this folder." He sat down and placed it in front of him. Kale hobbled over and sat beside him. The folder gleamed a bright gold and was covered with holographs of an unknown language. As 604 picked it up, a jingle noise came from inside. The two experiments pricked their ears and turned to look at one another.

"What was that?" wondered 604, automatically intrigued. He shook it about a bit more but the file stayed silent.

"You heard it too didn't you?" asked the pastel coloured experiment, who was looking confused. Kale confirmed the noise with a nod of his head, but even doing some like that made him dizzy, lights flying around in his sight. "Maybe that bump on the head did more than we thought," suggested 604. He turned the folder to open it, ut it appeared to be locked. The lock was only small, and silver in colour. Amazingly it hadn't rusted one bit. The keyhole was so miniature it looked impossible for a key to be able to fit it. The file was bound tight, so they couldn't even peek at its contents.

"God dammit." He cursed, chucking the folder away and crossing his arms in annoyance. "Stupid thing." He was just about to face Kale to complain a little more when he noticed that he was sat with his hands clutching his head. 604 supported him as he cried.

"Kale? Can you tell me what's wrong? What do you feel?" 604 licked him in concern.

"I'm not...sure." Kale replied through gritted teeth. "It just hurts...really bad." He whimpered in agony. 604 offered his arms in comfort, and Kale gladly took them.

458 cautiously moved through the lab, Jumba following close behind. The lights flicked on and off and the clamour of the other experiments had long faded, leaving only the sound of 458s claws against the floor and Jumba's stun gun in his pocket, hitting against his side. The scientist became more and more worried the farther they went. As they turned a corner, they were met with a dead end. Finder lowered himself to the ground and shuffled forward, sniffing at gaps in the wall. He recognised the scent, honked happily at Jumba and jumped back to him.

Jumba slowly lifted the stun gun and pointed it towards the wall. He turned to 458. "Are you sure that trail leads in there?" He motioned to the wall with the gun. 458 nodded his head and honked again, as if angry that Jumba would doubt him. "Ok, ok." He studied the wall for a moment and examined the biggest hole. He pulled from it a fibre of gold fur that had been snagged on the concrete. He patted 458 on the head.

"Well done. Now go back to main section of lab. Find 513, and bring him here. Hurry now." 458 saluted and dashed off. Jumba knelt down next to the wall and listened...

Kale opened his eyes, though they stung from so much crying. He couldn't see 604s face because he had curled up next to him, his back to Kales back, but from his steady breathing he appeared to be sound asleep. He noticed that his head ache had mostly subsided for now, apart from a few pangs now and then. He hoisted himself up, using the strength in his front legs and wandered back into the main room of the abandoned lab. He hadn't noticed much of it when he had accidentally found it before, as he was in such a state he had just wanted somewhere to hide.

It was a large dull room, with the metal walls rusting away, and the roof had collapsed in some places, revealing the pipes that pumped gas around the complex and carried the hot water to heat the various rooms. There was a single table, tall and strongly built, still covered in equipment, most outdated now. For whatever reason Jumba had had to leave this lab, it had been in a hurry.

Kale looked towards the entrance in which he had squeezed into this unknown location, his hole was still there but...Kale squinted harder...something appeared to be blocking it. He slunk closer.

Jumba attempted to peer through into the hidden room, but the lack of light and the small amount of room made it impossible to see past he end of the concrete. Not like he needed to. He knew what he would uncover.

458 skidded around the corner, 513 staying closely by him. Everyone seemed to be unnerved by this section which was out-of-bounds to most. Jumba motioned for him to come closer with a wave of his hand.

"513. I need you to knock down this wall, but just this wall. I don't want whole lab caving in." 518 nodded and waited for Jumba and 458 to move well out of the way. He raised his giant tail...

Kale was now stood right by the gap, breathing deeply, trying to stay calm. 604 crept in and spotted 605, running over to him.

"What are you -" The little experiment held his paw up to his friend's mouth.

"Ssshhh...Listen" he pointed to the wall. "I hear voices." They both pressed their ears against the wall.

The wall came tumbling down. The room shook with the force. Experiments at the other side of the lab cocked their heads in worry, confused as to what had just happened. Earthquakes never occurred in space.

Kale and 604 were lucky enough to be able to escape the falling boulders, running for cover in one of the open cages. Their hearts fluttered as the dust began to settle.

Jumba leapt through, stun gun at the ready, looking left and right, searching for the missing experiment.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are..."

Well there you go. I know Jumba may be a bit OOC here, but he is an evil scientist after all. Besides one of his experiments has just suddenly attacked another, he doesn't know what it will do next. So he's not being that drastic really.

Anyways the three "mystery" experiments were: 177 – Clip, 458 – Finder and 513 – Richter. See. They definitely weren't hard now were they?

Please R and R :D