I know I said I'd have the next chpt up soon, but when I went to upload it, I discovered that my other story, The Stitch Files, had mysteriously disappeared, along with some other stories, cause the number of pgs for LS stories, which used to be 15, was down to 13.
When I logged into my account, it wouldn't let me submit any chpts cause it had been 'locked' for some reason, so please don't h8 me.
Nightw2 - I'm sorry, but glad you liked it! And ur welcome.
nukerjsr - Sorry and thanks.
Absh - Sorry, lol, thanks.
terrifel - Sorry! You'll see.
Yaarp16 - I'm really sorry! Please forgive me! Thanks for telling me bout Slick, and don't worry, ur review wasn't a flame. I like Angel too, but I'm not really a Angel/Stitch fan. She'll be there to help Lilo and Stitch, cause she's Stitch's closest cousin, but Lilo will always be Stitch's best friend. I just wantto thank you for going to the effort of telling me about all those eps, and once again, I apoligise. ;-)
Breta Taylor - I'm sorry, and thanks.
Finding Jumba and Pleakley
Lilo listened while Stitch explained to Angel why he had been gone for so many years. She looked at him in the rear-view mirror, and he looked at her and smiled.
"Then meega and Lilo got home to find that chewbechecka had attacked house. Meega helped move jal wadis, then meega and Lilo went to bed."
Angel started at Stitch, her eye's wide, deeply engrossed in what he was telling her.
Lilo laughed silently at the sight, then turned her attention to the card with Jumba and Pleakley's address on it, which the man had given her.
She made a mental note to herself to ask Jumba or Pleakley just who exactly the person was.
After a few more minutes of pulling over the car, and asking people on the sidewalks if they knewwhere exactly 'Skelt drive' was, she eventually found the drive and looked among the small houses along the side.
"Gaba number, Lilo?"
"Umm…" she picked up the card. "Number six-hundred and sixty-two."
"Okeytaka. Angel?"
"Ih?"
"Youga lucha outikki nahi, meega isa lucha hagata, okeytaka?"
"Ih, Stitch."
Lilo looked in the rear-view mirror again and noticed that Stitch seemed to be jumpy. Angel however, had her head practically out of the window.
"ANGEL!"
She jumped and hit her head on the roof.
"Oooo…Ih, Lilo?"
"Keep your head inside of the window!"
"Oh, okeytaka, soka."
Lilo shook her head, and looked up to notice a house she hadn't noticed yet. It was dark, and had a lot of trees surrounding it, so nobody could see into it.
"Stitch, can you see the number on the letterbox?"
"Naga, hold on."
There was a little clicking noise as he switched on his binocular vision.
"Isa number…" he gasped.
"What? What number is it?"
"Isa number khalifaud-hali neh khalifaud-huzziah!"
"YES, we FOUND THEM!"
Lilo turned around, and laughed.
"Oh, how I missed your good vision, Stitch."
"Really?"
"Yes. Everyone out, let's go."
Angel and Stitch both climbed out of the backseat when Lilo opened the door for them, and then she locked up the car.
The three proceeded through the gates and up to the front door, which seemed to have a lot of metal bits and pieces around it.
"Lucha, Stitch, camhikaki!"
"Ooo."
Stitch climbed up to where Angel had pointed, and found the doorbell.
"Oooo…"
Stitch seemed to stay in a frozen position for a fair few seconds.
"Stitch, you're supposed to ring the doorbell, not stare at it."
He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in and looked at her.
"Oh...Stitch was…remembering."
"Remembering what?"
"Ih, gaba?"
"Turo. Jumba house had same doorbell."
Angel tapped her chin in wonder.
"Ih, meega remember that camhikaki."
"So this defiantly must be them. No other house would have a doorbell like that."
"Ih!"
"Press it."
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Michael awoke to something blurry tapping his shoulder.
"Ohhhh…where am I?"
"Hey, Gantu, he's awake!"
"Already? Hmm, mustn't have hit him hard enough with the blaster."
"Congratulations!"
"For what?"
Gantu, or more rather 627, stared at 625 confused.
"You finally managed to actually knock someone out when you hit em'!"
Gantu/627 growled.
Michael opened his eyes fully and looked around. He was in a huge bed, which was unlike any bed he had ever seen, and the experiment which had supposedly kidnapped him was standing a few feet away. A fattish, yellow, creature was standing next to him. It looked an awful like the other experiment and Stitch, so this was obviously another experiment.
"Where am I?"
The two experiments stared at him.
"Your in our ship. Blubber buns over then tried to kidnap you."
"Hey!"
"Well, it would've been easier for him to follow you instead of you carrying him back in a net. You would have saved yourself the embarrassment."
"I wasn't embarrassed!"
Michael looked at the yellow experiment.
"Who are you?"
"I'm 625. That's Gantu, in 627's body."
"Wait, did you just say in his body?"
"Yep, fish flanks over there used 355 over there to swap his body into 627's so he could beat my cuz."
"By cuz, do you mean 626? Or Stitch?"
"Yep."
Michael looked at Gantu, or more rather 627.
"Why'd you kidnap me?"
"I am taking my revenge on that little trog."
"Why? Why do you want me though?"
"First I am going to threaten the trog's family, which is you, and others who are close to him. When he finally finds me, I will easily overpower him and that little abomination will finally pay for all the misery he's caused me!"
"How long are you going to keep me here?"
"Long enough for him to realise that your gone."
"But my wife Lilo was supposed to pick me up from the hospital! She'll get worried!"
"Oh, don't you worry about that! I know just what will cheer you up!"
Gantu/627 sighed, and looked at 625, rolling his eyes. He left the room.
625 however, went across to a fridge and pulled out two sandwiches.
"Ham, or tuna?"
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"Pleakley, please to be answering door! I am working on top secret evil genius project!"
Pleakley, hearing Jumba's call, took off his oven mitts and sighed.
Jumba never answered the door. He always had some kind of excuse to get him out of it.
The doorbell rang again.
"Coming!"
Pleakley rushed into the bathroom and hurriedly put on his disguise, then he headed out to the front door and opened it.
A woman was standing there.
"Can I help yo-.."
He was cut of when a blue something knocked him to the ground.
"Pleakley!"
"Huh?" Pleakley sat up and rubbed his head. He gasped as he realised who had knocked him down.
"Stitch?"
Then suddenly, a pink experiment stepped out from behind the woman.
"Angel!"
"Ih!" came their replies.
Pleakley looked up at the woman.
"Remember me Pleakley? It's Lilo!"
"Lilo?" Pleakley thought for a moment, remembering. "LILO! YOU'RE BACK!Wow, you sure have grown. We thought we'd never see you again, especially the little monster! It's been so long."
"I know. Is Jumba here?"
"Yep, I'll go and get him. Boy will he be surprised."
"Pleakley?"
Pleakley turned around and looked down at Stitch.
"Stitch see Jumba first?"
Lilo and Angel understood why Stitch wanted to see his creator first, and let him past.
"Sure, little monster."
Pleakley led him through the house and down a small flight of metal stairs. When they came to the bottom, there was a large metal door. Pleakley pointed to a speaker on the side of the door, and Stitch understood almost instantly.
"I'll be out here."
"Ih, Pleakley."
Pleakley headed back up the stairs, and Stitch was left alone.
He put his ear against the metal and listened. He could hear movement on the inside, and every couple of seconds he could hear muttering.
Stitch climbed up the wall to the speaker and pushed the buzzer.
"What is it you are wanting Pleakley! I am being very busy at moment!" he could hear Jumba reply.
Stitch pressed the button again.
"Pleakley, are you wanting me to be coming out there?" Jumba was starting to get angry.
Stitch pressed the button a third time, and this time, he made a small noise into the speaker.
"Ok, I am being having enough. I am coming out there!"
Stitch jumped of the wall and landed in front of the door. He could hear loud footsteps approaching,then suddenly the lock on the door released and the door swung open.
"Pleakley, how many tim-..."
He stopped as he realised that Pleakley wasn't there. Sighing to himself, he turned around to shut the door, but froze when he thought he heard a small voice say Jumba. It had sounded a lot like 626's voice.
"Evil genius is having too many late nights. Must to be going to bed more early so will not be imagining things throughout next day," he muttered and started to head back into the lab.
"Jumba!"
Jumba froze. There was no mistaking that voice. He turned around and looked down. His eyes went wide when they came across Stitch.
"626?"
"Ih."
"626!"
Jumba reached down and scooped him up. "626, you have returned! Oh 626, Jumba has missed you very much! Tell me, why did you run away? Where were you being this the whole time? Jumba searched for you for many days and nights, but could not find you. Where were you being? Tell me! Tell me!"
"Ih, Ih, Stitch missed Jumba too. Meega soka."
Jumba placed a big hand on his head and ruffled his fur.
"Please to be promising Jumba that you will never be running away again, okey-dokey?"
"Ih. Meega promise."
Jumba carried him up the stairs and into a bedroom, where he sat down on a huge bed with Stitch in his lap.
He inspected his creation for any kind damage with one of his microscopic tools from inside his shirt.
"Hmm…left ear is needing to be fixed. All tears are also needing to be fixed."
Jumba could hear voices in the other room, but was too preoccupied with Stitch to bother going out.
"Please to be transforming for Jumba."
Stitch transformed himself and Jumba inspected his limbs for any damage or broken bones.
"Am pleased to be reporting that 626 is having no signs of internal damage! Jumba is very happy."
Stitch smiled up at his creator.
"So, tell me, my little one. Who else is being in our top secret, genetically modified tree covered, refuge station?"
Stitch laughed. "Lilo and Angel."
Jumba's eyes went wide.
"Little girl and experiment 624?"
"Ih."
Jumba stood up and carried Stitch out into the kitchen, where he found Pleakley talking to a woman with long, black hair.
"Little girl?"
"Jumba? Is that you?"
"Little girl! Where have you been being all this time?"
"Living with my husband Michael. He was the one who found Stitch."
"How come larg - err, little big girl has not been keeping in contact with Pleakley and myself?"
"Sorry Jumba, but we did not know where you two had gone."
"Is being ok. Jumba is just happy to be seeing you again. Especially 626."
Jumba looked down to Angel. "How have you been keeping yourself, 624?"
"Meega good."
"Is being excellent. Okey-dokey, now please to be explaining to myself and Pleakley big long story which is bound to be coming up."
"Ok."
Lilo began to tell Jumba what had happened after they had left. She told him how she had met and married Michael, and then how Michael had gone out to look for Stitch and found him.
She also explained about Nani and David; what had happened to them, and about how Gantu was starting to arise from the past.
"See, we didn't know what to do, so we decided to find you guys. Oh and by the way, we would have never found you if it hadn't been for that wonderful man in town."
"Man in town?"
"Yeah. He gave us a card with your address on it. He said he knew you two."
"Hmmm…" Jumba tapped his chin. "Ah, yes, am knowing wonderful man you are talking about. Is from CIA, works with Cobra Bubbles."
"Oh...ok." Lilo replied with an air of wonder.
"Well Pleakley, must to be start packing. Let's be beginning. Can little big girl and my evil genius creations please to be waiting little while?"
"Excuse me Jumba? Packing?"
"Yes. For to be helping little big girl and Ohana."
"Your gonna help us?"
"Of course! Please to be following Pleakley." The two of them left the room, Jumba having to push out a very annoyed-sounding Pleakley.
Lilo felt something buzz in her pocket. She reached in and pulled out her mobile.
'Michael.' Read the reminder, which had been set a few hours earlier.
Lilo gasped.
"Michael! I almost forgot about him!"
She began thinking about what she was going to do. "Gaba Lilo do?"
"I don't know…oh nooo…this is bad poi…"
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How was that? Was it bad? Was it good? Was it crap?
Let me know, and once again, sorry.
