Me: Hello! Hey, you can all thank Cweek for me bringing this out early! He filled in the other 17 reviews saying 'Continue'.

Anime: You should put a limit on.

Me: I did. He ignored it.

Anime: Oh.

Both: Next bit!

Oy! This Hawaii place is boring! Apart from the odd escaped experiment, nothing happens! After I found out the news about the pup a few weeks ago, I'm showing what Nani calls 'The classic signs'. I'm getting swings in mood, Throwing up now & again (I hate that part), eating weird things (Who knew Beetroot and Crab went so well together?) and, obviously, my stomach is swelling. It's the weirdest thing!

And of course Yaarp cares for me. You should have seen his face when Jumba told us! (Actually, I think I've got a film-clip of it… Wait a second… Nn-no. No I don't.) Noah's allowed him time off from work at the Hula-School.

Another bit of good news is that all my old friends have been found! 221, now called Sparky, lives in a light-house, 513, now called Richter, makes milkshakes, 323, now called Hunkahunka (Who thinks of these things?!?) was, unfortunately, captured by Gantu. 502, now called Yang, has hooked up with a female water experiment called Ying, and 297, now called Short-stuff, is giant-size and used as a thing called a 'Theme-park' ride.

You join me now sitting on the porch of Lilo & Stitch's house, hands on my stomach, bored stiff, with Jumba sitting on the steps, reading. I glance down at my stomach again, thinking. According to Jumba, it's a boy. He says he'll have a mix of our abilities.

Therefore, he can either Record and display images, like an overhead projector, or he'll be able to record sound and play it back. A bit like an experiment called Sample Jumba told us about. For me, I couldn't care less what he looks like or what he could do. He's my son, and that's enough! I glance up as Lilo & Stitch run out the door.

"Where're you going?" I ask, standing up. With difficulty.

"Experiment 162's out!" she yells, running down the steps. "We godda catch it before Gantu gets there!"

"OW!" says Jumba, rubbing his head. "Please do not be yelling in Evil Genius's ear! It is hurting very much!"

"Could I go to?" I ask, wagging my tail in anticipation.

"I would not be recommending it, 592." Says Jumba warily, standing up. "Experiment 162, if memory serves, is demolition ball. I would not be wanting to risk your safety."

"Aw, c'mon Jumba!" I plead. "I'll be fine! I've survived 555, 552, and anyway, I'm getting all… blubby sat here!"

"Blubby?"

"What? I made it up!"

"Well…" he says, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He's caving!

"And anyway, 6- Stitch is more than capable of holding him off, aren't you?" I ask, glancing at him.

"Ih!" he says, flexing his muscles. He sighs, rubbing his face.

"Alright, alright. You may go." Yes!! I jog down the steps with a smile down my face, stopping temporarily to hug the big idiot around the arm. (It's the only thing I can hug.)

"Thanks, Jumba!!" I say happily, running to catch up with Lilo & Stitch.

"You can record this as a triumphant victory for the good guys!" Lilo says happily, hugging me round the shoulders.

"Just- Don't drive too fast please." I say, hopping into the back seat and clipping in.

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"Try and catch me, will ya'?!" 162 yells, standing in the middle of the road while catapulting his tail at a solid brick wall. The wall shatters, broken brick pieces flying about.

He's about 3ft tall / long, bright red, minus around his black eyes and on the stomach we can see where he's a lighter shade, his ears are similar to Stitch's, but more ragged, he's got a wide head with a flat chin, two stumpy fore-arms only, three quills on his back and on the end of his tail, there's a large, amber ball-like object on the end of an organic spring.

He holds himself upside-down, leaning on his chin with his two arms just behind his head, like a head-stand gone wrong, his tail arching up and over the top of him. When he wants to fire, he just pulls back and throws his tail forward, the ball stretching out and smashing into whatever he wants it to smash into.

"This is bad." Lilo says worriedly, crouching behind the buggy with me and Stitch. "We can't get near enough to talk to him, never mind turn him to good…" The car clangs loudly as he hits it again, rocking it up on its wheels.

"Can't we find a way to distract it or something?" I ask, ducking slightly.

"He'll see us if we move." Lilo says, peering cautiously over the car. "Then we'll meet up with Whack's tail."

"Whack?" Stitch asks. Lilo nods at 162. "Okitaka." Stitch suddenly runs out from behind the buggy, standing on his head and waving his patookie at Whack. "Woo-hoo!" That's almost as bad as Meesa Nala Kweesta! He cartwheels to the right as the ball slams into the ground where he was a second ago.

"Is he always like that?" I ask Lilo.

"He must've had Java." She explains, moving past me to peer round the end of the buggy. "C'mon, let's go." She runs, crouching. I follow, watching Stitch perform various aerial flips, Whack catapulting his tail again and again. Just as we get round behind 162, he roars in frustration, changing tactic.

He clamps his fore-legs on the ground, his chin sinking a few inches into the tarmac. He then draws back his tail. Stitch lands, confused. We are too. Suddenly, he starts spinning his tail rapidly round in a circle, holding the ball tightly in himself.

"Oh no." Lilo says, backing away a few steps, and then dropping to the floor. Huh? Why-? Unexpectedly, 162 lets the ball swing out, slicing a large arc in the air in front of him.

Oh. No. I've calculated the radius of the circle he's formed. With no time to move, I watch as the ball swings round the back of him and straight a-

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"-ome she didn't m-ve?"

"Was re- tion for non fighti- ts to fr-ze in place. You s- never- go into batl-e li-e -ther expe-ments."

"Cam- ootik- ja Naga?"

"-not s-re, 61-. She- out for fe- d-ys, o- hour, not su-e."

"Ho- -'y thin- s-e'll t-e -t?"

Ohh… Too noisy…

"I h-nestly -ve no id-a."

What're they saying…?

"Poor thing. From w-t she's told us, she hasn't had a happy life."

Someone stroking my head fur. Nice and warm… But who's doing it?

"Hey! I thin- she's awake!"

Ooh. Loud. I open one eye, heavy with sleep. Bright light in my face. About 4 silhouettes.

"Are you feeling OK?"

"(What…?)" I ask, blinking away the fuzziness. The room focuses to be Jumba and Pleakly's room. The four silhouettes turn into Lilo, Jumba, 162 and 613. "(What the Blitznack happened?)" 613's cheeks have tear stains down them. …Huh? Why-?

"You got smashed by 162." Lilo explains, rubbing her hands together nervously. Nervously? I look over to 162. He's curled up in a corner, looking extremely sorry for himself, eyes averted.

"How bad is it?" I ask. They exchange a nervous look. Oh no. What is it?!?

"Now, 592, just be being calm." Jumba says, stroking my head again. "This is going to be terrible shock."

"What?!? Tell me!!" I say, starting to panic slightly.

"You are being fine, just bruises, but…" he sighs, gently waving a hand towards my stom-

Towards my stomach.

Naga.

Please… Naga

Not…

I move my hand slowly down, not looking, pleading it isn't-

My hand touches the bed beneath me.

"I…" Jumba says. "I cannot think of any comfort to be saying, 592…"

"(Mesa Isa Zanuka, Bushibu…)" says 613 quietly, his eyes filling up with tears again as he hugs me.

Naga.

"(Naga…)" I choke, tears only now forming.

"(I…)" Says 162 sorrowfully, ears down. "(I can't express… how… sorry I am… I can't see how you'll ever forgive me for this…)"

"(Naga…)" I whisper again, hugging 613 back. I put my head by his neck as tears roll down my face. Naga… I close my eyes and sob once onto his shoulder.

Naga

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