Kalil grinned at Gantu as the boat reached the Forbidden Island. A vacation! That meant no fighting, no Jumba, nothing but rest and relaxation. He jumped off the boat and grabbed the cooler. "Hey, Big Guy, you sure you can fish?" Kalil was worried about Gantu trying ANYTHING that involved waiting.
"Of course. How hard can it be?" Three hours later, Gantu was starting to get steamed. He was about to throw the fishing rod into the water when Kalil popped up with a sandwich in hand. The two friends grinned at each other and ate. Gantu growled around the sandwich, "I didn't want fish to begin with."
"Glad to hear that. The only fish I want is the kind I can get out of a can."
"We should have done this sooner."
"Point taken. Would have saved us a lot of trouble. FYI, that mustard that you buy…stinks."
"Mustard?"
"Yeah, you know, that yellow stuff."
"Ah."
"Way to spicy for my tastes."
"I never knew."
"Any way…what are you going to do about her?"
"Capture her."
"How are you going to pull that off?"
"I need to figure out her strengths and weaknesses. Jumba could not have made her completely perfect."
"True." The two fell silent for a moment. Kalil then asked, "What if there was a distraction? Some one to draw her fire away from you?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if I could distract her? I mean, I'm the last one they'd expect to fight."
"She certainly would not expect it."
"We could use this week and do a little training, you know, to get me in shape." Gantu and Kalil spent the next week 'training' by simply racing each other along the shore. Gantu was now certain that Kalil had been holding back. His speed was that of Stitch and so was his strength. After a week's time, Kalil was certain that he was ready to try and go up against Kelly.