Karen and Stitch
By Sapadu
Notes: Dear God! It SPAWNS! This is during the summer when Jacky was working there.
Disclaimer: Bite me.
Episode I
In which Jaky invents a game and Mac gets into a Pickle
Jaky showed up the next day, just as she promised, wearing a short, flared red dress. And not a second too late, as Frankie was having a hard enough time as it was, trying to argue Duchess down to have a breakfast with the rest of the 'commoners'. Jaky took up Duchess on her demand to be served her breakfast, specially, in bed, and took up a tray of toast, eggs, tea, and breakfast rolls to the haughty imaginary friend.
As breakfast came to a close, Mac arrived at the house, where he and Bloo promptly found themselves BORED! Jaky was washing the sheets for imaginary friends' beds outside in the sun, while Franky was sweeping floors.
"So... anyone have any ideas?" Bloo finally asked, sitting down on the ground with everyone. Karen had made 'tea'(juice) and was inviting other imaginary friends to come over and join, but so far, only Stitch and a few puffball imaginary friends had come over. Eduardo, Wilt, and CoCo were also bored, sticking faithfully with Bloo and Mac.
"Well... if you want, I could make up a game or something..." Jaky offered, climbing a ladder to reach the highest clothes line that was strung between a tree and the house. Everyone blinked at her.
"What kind of a game did you have in mind?" Mac asked standing up and walking over to her. Jaky dried her hands on a dirty, but dry, towel.
"We-e-e-e-ell..." Jaky blinked at the imaginary friends, as though surveying what she had to work with, before she smiled, "We could play laundry marathon!" Jaky said, finally. Everyone blinked, looking oblivious.
"WHAT? You mean do CHORES? As a GAME?" Bloo asked, incredulously. Jaky's smile faded.
"Well... not exactly CHORES... but it is a game..." Jaky shifted her weight. Bloo was about to protest again, but Mac interrupted him.
"Hold it, Bloo- let's hear her out. What IS laundry marathon?" Mac asked. Jaky smiled and gestured them all over to a laundry basket full of dirty linens.
"Okay, lets have CoCo and Eduardo over at the laundry basket. What you guys do is throw me dirty sheets to wash. If you guys want to join in with the washing, that's fine. Okay?" Jaky asked, directing the two over to the basket.
"Coco!" Coco said.
"Sí." Agreed Eduardo.
"Now, Wilt? I want you to be standing next to them, with Bloo. When I'm done washing a sheet, I'll hold it up in the air, at which point, you throw Bloo at the sheet, like you would a baseball, and aim him so that when he goes flying, he goes toward the clothes drying line. Got that?" Jaky explained. Wilt smiled.
"Sure thing- it'll be a piece of cake!" Wilt agreed. Bloo had other ideas.
"WHOA! WAIT! HOLD EVERYTHING! When did we decide that I would get thrown like a baseball? When did I agree to this?" Bloo demanded. Jaky wilted.
"Come on, Bloo! It'll be fun. Please?" Mac pleaded. Bloo looked unimpressed.
"Well... Bloo, what you would, in theory, do, was put the sheet on the clothes line, then run back here as fast as you could, before CoCo and Eduardo threw more laundry at me. And Mac would time it." Jaky looked rather dejected. Mac blinked.
"What would I time with? I don't have a watch." He finally asked, while Bloo looked pleased- he wouldn't have to be thrown through the air. CoCo, however, was getting so excited about the game that she started clucking.
"Coco, coco coco coco co-CO!" And an egg popped out of nowhere, opening up to reveal a stopwatch. Mac cheered and Bloo's jaw dropped.
"ALRIGHT! Let's play!" Mac rushed over to pick up the stopwatch as CoCo kicked away the eggshells. Bloo crossed his arms, and everyone groaned.
"Oh... Come on, Bloo! Please?" Wilt begged, bending his knees so he was kneeling. He was still taller than Bloo.
"Coco coco coco, coco!" Added CoCo, scolding. Eduardo's lower lip trembled like he was about to cry.
"Sí. Por favor, Señor Bloo. Play with us!" Eduardo asked, tears starting to trickle down the fangs protruding from his mouth. Mac, fed up with it, finally ushered everyone away from Bloo.
"You know, guys, it's okay. We can find someone else to play with us, since Bloo's too CHICKEN to play." Mac said, deliberately making sure Bloo heard him. Bloo's eyes went wide.
"CHICKEN? CHICKEN? IS THAT WHAT I AM? WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU!" Bloo burst, outraged, stomping back towards the group, "Wilt, pick me up. I'll show you guys chicken! I'll put every sheet of laundry on the highest line you can string up!" Bloo boasted, as Wilt bent to pick him up. Everyone got into postion to play as Mac held up his watch.
"GO!" Mac started the watch and Eduardo threw Jaky the first sheet. Jaky snatched it out of thin air and started to scrub it with abandon in the washtub. Bubbles foamed over and floated into the air. CoCo grabbed a bubble in her beak and swallowed it, causing her to erupt with hiccups, bubbles spurting out with little pops.
"Get ready, Bloo." Wilt warned him. Bloo didn't answer- he was trying not to whimper, having doubts about this idea of his. Jaky pulled the sheet out of the tub and waved it in the air. Wilt raised his hand and threw Bloo at the sheet as hard as he could. Bloo hit the sheet and went flying towards the clothesline. Everyone heard Bloo screaming.
In the distance, everyone saw Bloo hit the line, the sheet staying on as a blue lump fell to the ground. For a second, everyon was worried Bloo was hurt, before they saw something come running at them that sounded remarkably like Bloo.
"THAT WAS SO COOL! DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!" Bloo shouted, looking postively overjoyed. Eduardo and CoCo threw more sheets and Wilt tossed Bloo after the cleaned ones. CoCo got so excited when the first line got full that she laid an egg with a skateboard in it. Bloo started taking that so that he could get back faster and the record went lower. Karen and her tea party guests all sat a safe distance away, politely commenting on how wonderful 'The Game' was. Except Stitch, who had found a foam #1 hand in another of CoCo's eggs and was waving it around, madly.
Everyone went faster and faster, down to the last sheet, but Mac was getting RATHER excited and dancing around, Wilt accidentally grabbed him instead of Bloo and threw him at the last sheet. Everyone heard Mac shouting as he went flying, over the line and out over the backyard of the Foster home.
"Mac!" Bloo gasped, and grabbed his skateboard, rushing after him at the heels of Jaky. When it was plain they wouldn't reach Mac in time, Jaky grabbed Bloo, hopped onto his skateboard and kicked at the ground with a vengance, her longer legs moving them faster.
"Okay, Bloo, get ready." She shouted.
"READY FOR WHAT?" Bloo demanded as Jaky shifted him into one of her arms.
"I'm going to throw you at Mac- see if you can get him into a tree or something." Jaky explained over the rushing wind. Bloo curled himself into a ball and got ready to be thrown.
"Alrighty then... Here it GOES!" Jaky threw Bloo into the air as hard as she could, sending him straight for Mac. Bloo, appropriately, formed a superhero stance, aiming for the edge of the sheet. He grabbed the corners all together and held them tight, grabbing Mac under the arms and the sheet puffed up to form a parachute, which floated the two of them safely down to Jaky, whom was waiting to catch them.
Somewhere over by the doll table, all of the imaginary friends who were having tea clapped and cheered. Stitch, having consumed too much sugar, was racing in circles around Jaky's ankles. Jaky, however, could not hold up Mac and Bloo together without loosing her balance, so Stitch caught the three of them in time, using one hand to hold them in place on top of his head while he crawled back towards the others with his other three legs.
"Mac! I am SO sorry about that, pal! I wasn't looking! I didn't realize it was you, and not Bloo!" Wilt exclaimed, apologetically. Eduardo was too busy biting his nails to say anything and CoCo was running around screeching 'Coco, coco cococococococo!'
Stitch irritatedly dropped Jaky onto the ground and dusted his paws off.
Jaky saved the sheet from getting dirty again while Mac and Bloo got off of her stomach. When she stood up, Karen came over with a plate of cookies.
"STITCH! GUESS WHAT KAREN FOUND OUT!" She said, excitedly, as Stitched turned his head towards her, his ears twitching.
"KAREN FOUND OUT THAT MR. BLOO IS A HERO!" Karen said, happily, and offering Bloo a cookie. Everyone blinked before Bloo slyly grinned and put a hand to his chest.
"Ye-e-e-e-ea-a-a-a-ah... That's right! I'm a hero!" Bloo agreed, puffing himself up, proudly. Mac smacked his head.
"Congratulations, Bloo! You saved Mac!" Jaky said, twisting the sheet in her hands. Then, over the intercom, they all heard Mr. Harriman's voice.
"Miss Jaky. Miss Jaky. Please report to the front hall. Miss Jaky. Please report to the front hall." Jaky blinked at the intercom before handing the sheet to Wilt.
"Wilt, could you hang this up for me, please?" She asked, and as Wilt said sure, she ran off towards the house, "Good game everyone." She called over her shoulder before reaching the porch.
The silence was only broken by Bloo munching on his cookie, until Mac gave Bloo a hug.
"Thanks, Bloo." He said, smiling. Bloo's cheeks went purple.
"Aw, shucks." He muttered.
Episode II
In which Jaky has a clash with Duchess
Jaky stifled a yawn as she entered the doors and walked into the house. In the foyer, Mr. Harriman was waiting, holding what looked like a breakfast tray, with Duchess.
"Miss Jaky, Mistress Duchess has complained to me about the breakfast you served her this morning." Mr. Harriman began. Duchess butted in.
"It was ter-r-r-rible! Ze eggs were yellow and r-r-runny on ze inside and coverd wiz disgustink brown unt r-r-r-red powder. Ze tost, black unt un-butter-r-red. Ze milk, spoiled unt brown, filled wiz lumps off sugar unt curds." Duchess continued on, exaggerating every detail of her 'terrible' breakfast and bemoaning her fate.
Frankie arrived at the scene to see what had happened.
"Well, Miss Jaky... what have you got to say for yourself?" Mr. Harriman demanded. Jaky blinked innocently up at him.
"But, sir, I just made her a royal breakfast. It's very common for REAL duchesses to eat their eggs, poached, garnished with cayanne pepper powder and other spice. That's why they have their toast burnt- so that they can dunk it into the egg yolk. And that wasn't milk- that was coffee." Jaky explained, slowly. Duchess stopped moaning for a moment.
"Coffee?" She questioned. Jaky nodded.
"The finest coffee, from Arabia. Tea from China and Japan. Curry and cumin from India. Why, I'll bet the dishes were made in Turkey!" Jaky said, though, of course, she was wrong about the dishes, "I made you a breakfast fit for a queen!" Frankie looked surprised at this. Duchess looked horrified.
"WHAT? Zis... Zis garbage is actually eaten by r-r-r-royalty?" She gasped. Jaky nodded and faked a rather appropriately distressed appearance.
"And I would gladly do it again, fixing special breakfast for you every morning, slave over a hot stove to cook the eggs and bacon just right and boil the coffee to perfection." Jaky went on, and as she turned her back on the two imaginary friends, peeked open an eye to see with her perefrial vision if they were buying it, "Unless, of course, you'd rather eat with the commoners." Jaky offered, straightening up and turning to look both of them in the eye. Duchess stuck her nose into the air with a small 'hmph' and walked away, muttering something about how the commoners 'weren't all that common, anyway'. Mr. Harriman hopped away. Frankie's jaw dropped.
"Jaky... you just got Duchess to stop complaining..." She said, shocked, before cheering and giving Jaky a big hug, "I LOVE YOU!" Jaky grinned.
"Hopefully, I'll find a way to make her stop complaining that her sheets are washed with all the other imaginary friend's sheets." Jaky explained, smiling quite evilly.
A few minutes later, as Jaky and Frankie were finishing with mopping the floors on the first level, Duchess called for Jaky, again.
"W-hat iz ze meanink of zeess? All my good lenins, wascht wiz ze other-r-rz? I weel not allow it!" Duchess fumed, shaking the sheets in Jacky's face. Jaky patiently took them and backed out of the room.
"Don't worry, Duchess. I'll wash these sheets and personally see to it that they're just like new." Jaky reassured her, and when the door slammed in Jaky's face, she snarled something impolite that would certainly NEVER be heard on Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends unless it was on, like, adult swim or something.
Outside, Jaky dumped hers and Frankie's buckets of dirty water from washing the floors into the washing tub. A few minutes later, Frankie and wilt came out with two more buckets of brown sludge.
"Observe!" Jaky said, gesturing towards the tub. Stitch rushed to find something like a rock and startch.
"Exhibit A: A tub full of filthy, dirty water from cleaning floors." Jaky intoned as everyone watched. She held out her armful of Duchess's laundry.
"Exhibit B: Duchess's linen sheets." Stitch came back with a box of REALLY old oatmeal, starch, bleach, and a pumice stone. Jaky extended the sheets with both her hands before releasing and letting them drop into the wash basin.
"Exhibit C: Duchess's linen in the dirty water. I shall now proceed to WASH them." Jaky mimed rolling up her sleeves, and started to scrub at the sheets. She added the oatmeal and startch, with made them turn an ugly muddy shade, when combined with the sludgy, filthy water she was washing them in. Jaky then added the bleach and wrung the sheets out before taking the bleach and the pumice and rubbing the bleach into the sheets against the side of the house. The dark shade faded until the sheets were a tanned color (and smelled terrible, too) Jaky poured a final cup of bleach into the sheets before wringing them out and hanging them on the line to dry.
Duchess came storming out to meet Jaky half an hour later.
"R-R-R-R-RUIN'D! All off zem! R-r-r-r-ruin'd!" She screamed. Jaky blinked innocently at her again.
"Madam Duchess, that's linen's natural color. If before, your sheets came back white, then whoever washed them didn't do it properly. Linen cloth is naturally brown and smelly like that." Jaky explained, but Duchess gave in with grace in the beginning this time.
"Oh, nevermind! Wasch zem wiz everyone elze'z- I donot care, anymoore!" And Duchess left, not seen nor heard again, until the next day.
End Chap 2
Dear God, what have I done?