Experiment 343
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"Agent Sam, come in! Sceeeee!" whispered Paul into his radio, doing the radio static sound.
"Agent Sam here." He whispered back, centimetres away from Paul. "The juice supply is running low. Need to get back to base for more."
"Roger."
"Naw, it's me, Sam."
"No! You're supposed to say 'Roger' when you've finished talking!"
"Oh, sorry!" Then they ran back to the house, grabbing the cups on the windowsill. Paul stopped for a second, grinned wickedly and splashed his juice at Sam's face. Sam dodged, the juice splattering on the wall.
And a small round ball with the number 343 as well.
The ball was wedged in a tiny crack in the wall, but as soon as the juice touched it, it started glowing and expanding. The two boys jumped back as a glowing sphere rolled off the wall and onto the floor.
The sphere disappeared, replaced by a long, thin, white, scaly creature that looked like a cobra. It opened its black eyes and looked at them, two short antennae on top of its head. Two fangs poked out from its top lip, and on its 3ft long back were three small spines. It opened its mouth and hissed at them, coiling itself up.
"Hey, cool!" yelled Sam, bending down to look at it. "I always wanted a snake!" He reached forward and grabbed it behind its head at the top of its jaw. The snake hissed/snarled as he grabbed it, then suddenly, its head contracted, almost paper-thin, slipping out of the boy's grip.
Its head re-formed and it slithered away quickly. The boys reached for it, but each time, the snake contracted the part they grabbed. At a last grab, the snake's whole body flattened, allowing it to slip under the fence…
"001, what am I saying before(?)" asked a dazed Jumba, sitting up and rubbing his head. "Never, EVER mix Francium nitrate and Hydrochloric Acid!" He shouted this at 001, AKA, Alpha. Alpha was just a bundle of mis-matched body parts, now a charred bundle of mis-matched body parts. (For a full description, see 'Experiment 001')
001 stood where he had been when the explosion occurred, hands cupped around air, the equipment turned to ashes, a dazed look on his face. He blinked, coughed, and then grinned, looking round at the damage. The room looked like a bomb had exploded, which was close enough. A few seconds later, two people came through the remains of the door.
One was a small Hawaiian girl dressed in a flowery dress, black hair and dark eyes. This was Lilo. The other figure was more alien, considering he was one. Stitch was 3ft tall aprox, blue fur, large ears, large eyes, sharp claws, large mouth and a 'different' personality.
"He mixed the wrong chemicals again, huh?" asked Lilo, helping Jumba to his feet. Stitch walked up to Alpha and gave him a high five.
"Chuchucha rrango!" he congratulated, grinning widely. Jumba frowned at him.
"I thought you were saying he would not be destroying anything in my lab?!?" growled Jumba, walking to him and hitting him up-side the head.
"De menee poso…" he snarled, rubbing his head. Jumba hit him again. Suddenly; BEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBE!!!!!!! A siren rang out from the rubble. Jumba brushed aside the rubble and opened the experiment finder
"Aha! Is experiment 343; Reconnaissance! He has been designed to get into anywhere and retrieve information." Chuckled Jumba, turning to the three. "You two had better be getting out there with the finding and catching, yes?"
"Alright then." said Lilo, taking hold of the computer and walking out, Stitch following her. Alpha followed, but Jumba stopped him by stepping on his tail.
"Oh, no, my little destructive one." he smirked, holding a dust-pan and brush. "You make the mess; you clean up." Alpha growled reluctantly and started on it.
"I don't think we have the right equipment for snake-catching, do we?" Lilo asked, running down the front steps.
"Amagasha." Stitch snorted, scrabbling after her. "Bah Nanana Machuga!"
"Have you read his specs?" she asked, climbing into the dune-buggy. "He's very tricky and slippery to catch. We need better equipment."
"Experiment 343, activated." Said the computer on Gantu's ship, opening up. "Primary function: Reconnaissance."
"Hey Blubber-butt." Said 625 from the T.V. screen, munching on a beetroot and kipper sandwich. "The experiment- catching- thingy's beeping."
"You could've answered it, you know." Growled Gantu, stopping the beeping by pressing the button.
"Yeah, could've, should've, would've, didn't." he said, biting his sandwich again. "(Three, two,-)"
"GANTU!!" yelled Hamsterviel from the computer screen, glaring at the big fish guy.
"Gerbil's ahead of schedule." Said 625, looking at the time.
"Dr Hamsterviel, I know what you're going to say." Said Gantu, holding his hand up. "And you don't need to."
"That takes the fun out of it." Said Hamsterviel. "GET OUT THERE AND CAPTURE THAT EXPERIMENT, YOU USELESS LUMP OF FAT, BLUBBER AND LACK OF BRAIN CELLS!!" The screen went black. Gantu growled, strapping an experiment container on his back.
343 slithered out from the bushes, looking for places to go into. Places that looked secret.
He spied a large building on small stilts on the other side of the street. He slithered quickly across. He slithered under the house, looking for a way in. He saw a long, thin crack in the 'ceiling'. He flattened himself out and pushed his head through it.
The room was wide, tall and seemed to be made out of wood. 343 slithered in, looking for secrets to learn. He saw an open doorway, light spilling into the hall. He pulled the rest of himself through the gap, re-formed, then slid to the door.
Inside, he saw a man with his back to him, standing by a table. The light was coming from a lamp on the desk, aimed at whatever the man was working on. 343 slithered into the room, eager to find out. He saw the man's coat on a chair with an ID badge attached to it. 343 examined it carefully.
'M-moe…' he thought, straining to read the different language. 'Moe-s-ses. Moses. H-hula Sc- Sc- School Tea-cher.'
"This going to be the best yet…" the man muttered, working with a pencil on a piece of paper. 343 perked up, grinning. Finally! Secrets! 343 slowly sneaked up to the table leg, wrapping himself round it, slithering up it. He flattened his head and squeezed it between the wall and the table. When he got through, he eagerly looked at the plans.
"This Dance routine'll knock 'em dead at the Hula contest!" The guy laughed, sketching some more.
'…Dance Routine?' thought 343, bemused. 'Dance routine? What kind of secret is that?!?' He hissed out loud in frustration, and then froze. 'Oh Blitznack…' he thought simply.
"Wha-? SNAKE!!!" Moses yelled, jumping backwards in alarm. 343 quickly pulled himself back under the table and down the table-leg.
'Escape, escape,-' thought 343 desperately, looking round. He saw a partly opened window and quickly glided over to it.
"No you don't!" said Moses, slamming the window shut. "The only place you're going is the animal centre!" 343 carried on regardless, flattening his body to fit under the frame of the window to Moses' surprise. "(How in the-?)" He asked himself, watching as the snake landed on the floor and glided away.
'Not today, Tubby!' laugh-hissed 343, turning back to him and sticking his forked tongue out.
"Now, if I were a snake that could get into anywhere, where would I be?" Lilo wondered, sat with the computer on her lap, looking out of the dune-buggy window. They had stopped temporarily for Stitch to get some snake-catching equipment.
Stitch came out of the store, wielding a large butterfly-net with one hand, goo-gun in another, experiment capsule in another, dressed in full safari get-up. (Including the flat cap safari-goers always seem to wear.)
"Mesa Ready!" he grinned, waving the net about.
"I think the get-up is a bit much." Lilo commented.
"Eh. Taga bu cheeba." He shrugged, jumping back into the driver seat.
"Yeah, but there's getting into character, and there's getting into character." Lilo said, pointing at the screen. It showed a wire drawing of a cobra with three quills sticking out the back of it. "This is our target. I've thought of a few places he might be."
"Ih." Stitch said, not paying attention.
"Stitch!" Lilo said angrily, knocking him on the helmet with her hand. "This one's a tricky one, and full out brawn isn't going to help much."
"Psch, Tara Nigata." He snorted, starting up the buggy.
"Well, it might work for you, but I'm not saving your Patookie if you mess up now." Lilo said, watching the store stream away behind them as they sped off.
343 opened his eyes, hissing sleepily. He lifted his head up off the warm rock, yawning.
'Why're all the reptile experiments so sleepy…?' he asked himself, moving his tail round to rub his eyes. 'It wastes good spying time…' He started to drift off again when he heard a loud grinding noise to the side of him. He looked round slowly, still tired. A red dune buggy screeched to a halt, clipping a blue car, then side-slamming into a palm tree.
"Serves you right for driving so carelessly…" said the passenger, glancing at the driver. The driver, 343 recognised as 626, held a coconut in his hand, rubbing his head. 343 guessed what happened.
'He always did have a hard head…' 343 thought, sliding away from them. Unfortunately, 626 spotted him.
"Ookata!" he yelled, jabbing a finger at 343.
"Great! Now, what we do is-!" she started, but Stitch jumped out and away before she got any further. "Stitch!" she yelled at him. "(Aliens…)" she muttered, rubbing the side of her head. She didn't know what the action meant, but she'd seen Nani do it repeatedly.
"Taga Natay!" Stitch yelled, chasing after 343. 343 continued slithering away. Stitch reached him, slamming an experiment container over the length of him. "Goocha!" He grinned, holding the container up to his eye level. 343 stared and hissed;
"Aga Boocha!" Stitch raised an eyebrow. 'Let me out?' Yeah, like that would work! 343 'shrugged' and said "Aka Chooka." He then contracted his whole body, squeezing between the lid and the container and dropping onto the grass. He then re-formed, slithering away.
"Naga!" Stitch yelled, grabbing at him again. 343 growled again, contracting his body again.
"Meega o-itume!" 343 demanded, turning to face Stitch. Stitch shook his head, growling. "Okitaka." He sighed, holding up his tail. It flatten paper thin with glass sharp edges. 343 grinned evilly.
"Blitznack…" gulped Stitch, backing off slightly. 343 sliced at him. Stitch jumped back, a large rip in his safari-get-up. He was bullet proof, but not cut-proof! Then Lilo arrived on the scene.
"Stitch! You godda come up with plans to catch experiments like Origami!" she frowned, indicating to 343.
"Origami?!" 343 and Stitch said in unison.
"Yeah, Paper-thin." She said, looking slightly abashed for their criticism. "Why? What's up with it?" she added, looking to 343.
"…Mega? Naga." He said, shaking his head.
"Now, are you gonna come quietly?" she asked, folding her arms. He brought the blade to his chin, brushing his jaw thoughtfully.
"Mmm… Naga." He smirked, turning and quickly slithering away. He turned back and added "Nagah cheeta coota!!!" Stitch was going to pounce again when Lilo stopped him.
"He thinks he's smarter than us just because he can get in and out of anywhere." She surmised, stroking her chin. "I think I know a way to outsmart him…"
"Dratted Earth foliage!" growled Gantu, pushing aside a palm tree. "It should all be- OW!" The tree he'd pushed down had sprung back up and smashed him in the face. "It should all be burnt to the ground! Now, where the Blitznack is that experiment?"
His question was answered when 343 slithered across the path in front of him, oblivious. He watched him cross, blinked, then reached out and grabbed him. 343 hissed in surprise, looking round at the big Dummy.
"Well… That was easy…" Gantu said, scratching his head in puzzlement with his free hand. 343 raised an eyebrow, and then contracted himself, dropping to the floor.
"Hey-! Get back here!" He yelled, grabbing at it as it fell. It contracted out of his hands, laughing at him. Again he grabbed, again contract. Grab, contract, grab, contract, grab, contract.
"Slippery little-! Will you-? Stop doing-! Get back here!" he said finally, trying to grab at him as he slithered round his arm. 343 moved onto his shoulder, cackling. Gantu span on the spot, reaching back for him. 343 slid round his back and onto his leg, almost dying with laughter.
Unfortunately, Gantu wasn't Pleakly when it came to contortionism, so, as he was trying to reach for him, he overbalanced, trapping himself under himself. Somehow. 343 slithered off, howling with laughter. Gantu sat up groggily, holding his head. He focused in time to see 343 slip away.
"Get back here, you reptilian trog!" he demanded, standing up and waving his fist at him. "No-one makes a Gantu out of Captain Fool!! Argh!! You know what I mean!!"
"Alright, you got the plan?" Lilo asked, rolling up the piece of paper.
"Ih." Stitch nodded, glancing at his cousins around the table. There was 502, who had come for their usual Saturday Poker game and decided to join in, 523, who they asked to come, and 619, who was on vacation from Tiki-torch lighting.
"Nyah!" Said 502.
"Ih!" Said 523.
"Rah!" Said 619. (The 'yes's are different because there are accents on Turo.)
"Good. Now, as long as we stick to it, Origami hasn't got a chance. Let's get that Reptile!!"
Origami slithered out of the shrub, still laughing about the trick he pulled on the big Dummy. He looked up ahead and spied Lilo with Stitch.
'Hello, it's that human girl…' he thought, sliding forward, contracting himself. 'What's she up to?'
"Okay Stitch!" she said loudly, watching Origami out of the corner of her eye. "Quick! Take these secret plans to Jumba!" She handed Stitch a piece of paper.
"Okitaka!" he said just as loudly, taking it. He turned and ran off, the paper in his mouth.
'Hello, hello?' he thought, sliding after him. 'What plans are these?' He sped up, shooting past Lilo.
"(Got him…)" she whispered, punching her palm.
'Why'd he have to be so fast?!?' Origami thought, breathing heavily while chasing Stitch. Stitch whizzed through the town, over the buildings and across the roads, 343 only just keeping up.
"(Good.)" Stitch whispered to himself, keeping an eye on 343. He clambered off the building and down an alley. However, as he ran down it, 619, positioned above, shot a rain of Plasma balls at the following 343. He yelped, slithering down the alley in a hurry, wanting to get away from the rain of fire.
Stitch scampered out of the alley, turned a 180 and jumped onto the wall of the building as 343 shot out into the trap. 502 had been heating up the ground at the end of it, turning the ground to Lava, minus one small patch. 343 yelped in pain, skidding onto the roasting part and then slithering to the un-heated piece.
Finally, 523, positioned behind 502, breathed in, then shot a stream of freezing air at 343. It hit him, freezing him in place. 343 tried to flatten, but he realised he couldn't move! They'd got him!
"Great job, you guys!" congratulated Lilo, running down the alley. "Y'see Stitch?" she said, looking at him. "Not just brute strength gets the job done."
"Ih." he said, tapping the icy block with his claw. 343 glared at them through the ice. Suddenly, five shots were heard, and five, bag-like objects slammed into Lilo, Stitch, 502, 523 and 619, knocking them away. Only their heads stuck out of the top, unable to move.
"I see you've done my job for me!" said a gloating voice, a giant three-fingered hand picking up 343's icy prison.
"Let go of him, ya' big Dummy!" yelled Lilo, shaking about in her trap.
"Don't even bother trying to escape." Gantu said, putting the block into an experiment container. "They've been designed so that not even 343 could escape. Anyway, thanks for the Trog! Alloy-ha!" he laughed, stomping away. But not before 619 sent a plasma ball at his Patookie. He yelped, holding his behind, running off.
"Splodyhead? Can you and Stitch get these things off?" Lilo asked. 619 shot a plasma ball at his case and Stitch tried to rip his off but to no avail. Then 523 had an idea. He breathed in, then blew a freezing mist at 502's case, freezing it solid. 502 got the idea, and then started heating his up.
It shattered, freeing him. They did the same for the others and in no time at all, they were all free. Stitch looked to where Gantu had gone, then looked to Lilo.
"It's probably too late." She sighed. "Origami's probably gone to Hamsterviel by now…" Stitch's ears drooped. Yet another cousin lost. "But don't worry, we'll get him back sooner or later…"
"Havin' a little trouble there, Tuna-breath?" 625 asked, swallowing his Pineapple-pickle sandwich as he watched Gantu chase the de-frosted 343.
"This wretched Trog won't hold still!" yelled Gantu, grabbing at 343's tail. "Aha! Ow!" He yelled, letting go suddenly, and then quickly sucking his thumb.
"What happened now?" 625 asked, 343 slithering next to him.
"I got a paper-cut…" he said, his voice muffled by his sliced thumb.
"Good one, buddy." Said 625, high-five-ing 343 by the tail. "Ow!" he yelled, sucking his finger.
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