OCC: Now for the second half of the third day of the interview attempt, if your still interested... Sorry for the very, very long delay. I'll try to make up for it.
Lilo and Stitch sat in the living room looking almost too innocent for my liking. Jumba was hovering in the back carefully watching my every move. I found it a little disheartening while I tried to get my recorder to start running. Accidentally I kept pressing the eject button with my shaking fingers extending the tense moments. Finally I had it all ready, "OK, I'm set."
""Bout time," Stitch grumbled glancing at a watch on his wrist. I realized that my own wrist was absent of my watch, I decided not to bother confronting him. I knew that from experience. "Now I'll-"
The kitchen door opened and a light greenish figure in a bright pink apron and black hair came through. "Guys, I've got some great-" the figure saw me and froze. After nervously scanning me over with 'her' one eye, she asked, "Who is this?" in a high voice.
Jumba sighed, "This is Max Sterling, some reporter," he turned to me, "and Mr. Sterling this is 'Aunt' Pleakley'."
Pleakley, obviously caught by the mention of reporter, stuttered, "P…p…pleased to meet y…you. Ur…cookie?" he said holding out a plate of seemingly normal cookies.
I hesitated a moment, but took one, I had skipped breakfast that morning. "Yeah, thanks," I said biting off a large chunk into my mouth. Then I saw Lilo shaking her head and the smile on Stitch's face. My jaw closed on the cookie, there a crackling sound, the tastes of sour, spice and bland hit at the same time. "Bathroom?" I choked out as calmly as possible.
Jumba, who seemed to have expected the reaction, pointed behind him. I ran out of the room.
O O O
"So, how'd you like it?" Pleakley asked hopefully, as I returned to my seat.
"Ur…interesting," I muttered the part lie. The taste was going to be stuck in my mouth for a week. I wondered what the heck he'd put in the concoction.
Jumba walked towards the kitchen door, "Come on Pleakley…I need your help in the labor…I mean laundry room."
"Laundry?" Pleakley directing his eye up in thought, "No, actually I think we jus- ack!" He was cut off by Jumba's paw around his neck, in a small strangled voice he continued, "Oh yes, the laundry, I'll help." Jumba released him and stalked out of sight into the kitchen followed slowly by Pleakley who was still trying to catch his breath.
I watched the swinging kitchen door, "Wonder what they've been up to?" I muttered under my breath.
"Uncle Jumba's been working on various experiments of 'intergalactic importance' in the back shed, but he says I'm not aloud to say anything about it."
"What? Experiments?" I said, caught off guard by the information.
"Yeah, cool stuff, like a Plasma destroyer, and a Sonic Shatter Bomb, and a Molecular Jumbat…" Stitch had covered Lilo's mouth, "Ya didn't hear dat, OK?" he hissed. I nodded quickly, his look causing a shiver up my spine.
My lungs took a deep breath, I decided to finally get to the interview, before anything else interrupted it, "OK, thank you so much for taking your time to let me ask you a few candid questions in a professional style."
"Oh brother," Stitch groaned, I guess that line was a little too flourished. I reached to press 'record' on the small tape recorder, I pressed air instead, the recorder was gone. I swore I had left it there before… I shot a look at Stitch, he hadn't moved, he still had a bored expression, but there was something glowing behind those eyes. I shook my head, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it may have just fell on the floor. "Just a sec," I said dropping from my seat to search below.
Amazingly it was just underneath the coffee table in front of me, I let off a sigh of relief as I grabbed the recorder. The relief suddenly disappeared as I got back into my seat and noticed that one of my interview subjects was missing. "Where's Stitch?"
Lilo gave an innocent shrug. A sharp bang from the rear of the house cut through my confusion. A few moments later, Stitch appeared at the living room entrance by the stairs. "Oh, Stitch, I was just…" I begun getting up from my seat.
"Sorry Maxie, I must go," Stitch announced with a mock salute. Before I could respond, he had turned and thumped up the stairs. I stood in shocked confusion as I watched him go.
"What the…" I started, I was cut off on again by pounding feet that shook the floor, Jumba appeared at the entrance, his clothes dark and smoldering, looking quiet enraged.
"Where is he?" Jumba growled. Wordlessly I pointed towards the stairs. Jumba clenched his fist, twisted around, and pounded up the stairs, yelling "Stitch, wait til I get my hands on you…"
As soon as Jumba went out of sight, Pleakey appeared, his wig letting off a small flame. Before he could ask I pointed to the stairs, "Thanks," he gasped, then he too quickly padded up the stairs.
It was then that the sounds of crashing furniture, and muffled yells came from the ceiling.
I turned to Lilo, who still sat on the couch, with a sweet neutral expression. I smiled, "Lilo?"
"Yes?"
"That happen often?"
"Just sometimes," she smiled.
I stood in thought another minute. "Tell Nani I'll try to do the interview tomorrow," I calmly explained.
She nodded, "Aloha Max!"
I tipped my hat, "Aloha to you too."
O O O
Causally I got back into the SUV, that shimmered it's flame shade in the sun that penetrated through the tropical trees. I leaned forward to peak at the bright modest home through the windshield. That was certainly an interesting visit, and amazingly nothing bad had happened to me…except the getting slammed by the door and my watch being stolen and Pleakley's cookies. On second thought, to rephrase, it wasn't as bad as the first two times.
I turned the key, the engine started, at least it seemed that Stitch hadn't had the time to destroy my rental this time. I backed the SUV out of the driveway, sighed, tomorrow, I'd do the interview. I wondered how many times I'd said that in the last few days.
I put the gear into drive, and started down the street.
After a loud series of metallic creaking and snapping and crashing, I slammed the brakes. Almost dreading to do so, I slowly moved my rearview mirror to look. The rear seats and the trunk hatch were lying on the road behind the SUV. I groaned as I fell back into my seat, a snap, the seat catapulted me forward into the steering wheel.
Then, a phone rang. On the passenger seat, a dark cell phone was placed. Grabbing it, I pressed a button and put it to ear. "Hello?"
"Hiya, Maxie," Stitch's cheerful voice greeted on the other end, "What'd think?"
I knew I was suppose to be mad, or annoyed, or bursting out in tears at that point, but strangely enough, I felt quiet calm, "Uh…ingenious set-up I'd say."
"Why thank ya, and oh yeah, insurance?" he inquired.
I rolled my eyes, "Yep, it's covered." (I actually had thought ahead that morning at the rental place)
There was the noise of Jumba's voice in the background, Stitch came back, "I go now, and one more thing."
"What?"
"The phone's Cobra's. Aloha Maxie! See ya soon" Stitch added with a chuckle.
I had to grin, "OK, tomorrow. Aloha."
OCC: Yep, Max still hasn't made the interview, but I shall soon upload some writings I've made about Max Sterling. Enjoy. Again, reviews, including flames, are welcome. Maybe, I should write up the final part, which I would throw our villian Gantu into the mix. Plus, what else could happen to Max's rentals. We shall see. :)
Lilo and Stitch sat in the living room looking almost too innocent for my liking. Jumba was hovering in the back carefully watching my every move. I found it a little disheartening while I tried to get my recorder to start running. Accidentally I kept pressing the eject button with my shaking fingers extending the tense moments. Finally I had it all ready, "OK, I'm set."
""Bout time," Stitch grumbled glancing at a watch on his wrist. I realized that my own wrist was absent of my watch, I decided not to bother confronting him. I knew that from experience. "Now I'll-"
The kitchen door opened and a light greenish figure in a bright pink apron and black hair came through. "Guys, I've got some great-" the figure saw me and froze. After nervously scanning me over with 'her' one eye, she asked, "Who is this?" in a high voice.
Jumba sighed, "This is Max Sterling, some reporter," he turned to me, "and Mr. Sterling this is 'Aunt' Pleakley'."
Pleakley, obviously caught by the mention of reporter, stuttered, "P…p…pleased to meet y…you. Ur…cookie?" he said holding out a plate of seemingly normal cookies.
I hesitated a moment, but took one, I had skipped breakfast that morning. "Yeah, thanks," I said biting off a large chunk into my mouth. Then I saw Lilo shaking her head and the smile on Stitch's face. My jaw closed on the cookie, there a crackling sound, the tastes of sour, spice and bland hit at the same time. "Bathroom?" I choked out as calmly as possible.
Jumba, who seemed to have expected the reaction, pointed behind him. I ran out of the room.
O O O
"So, how'd you like it?" Pleakley asked hopefully, as I returned to my seat.
"Ur…interesting," I muttered the part lie. The taste was going to be stuck in my mouth for a week. I wondered what the heck he'd put in the concoction.
Jumba walked towards the kitchen door, "Come on Pleakley…I need your help in the labor…I mean laundry room."
"Laundry?" Pleakley directing his eye up in thought, "No, actually I think we jus- ack!" He was cut off by Jumba's paw around his neck, in a small strangled voice he continued, "Oh yes, the laundry, I'll help." Jumba released him and stalked out of sight into the kitchen followed slowly by Pleakley who was still trying to catch his breath.
I watched the swinging kitchen door, "Wonder what they've been up to?" I muttered under my breath.
"Uncle Jumba's been working on various experiments of 'intergalactic importance' in the back shed, but he says I'm not aloud to say anything about it."
"What? Experiments?" I said, caught off guard by the information.
"Yeah, cool stuff, like a Plasma destroyer, and a Sonic Shatter Bomb, and a Molecular Jumbat…" Stitch had covered Lilo's mouth, "Ya didn't hear dat, OK?" he hissed. I nodded quickly, his look causing a shiver up my spine.
My lungs took a deep breath, I decided to finally get to the interview, before anything else interrupted it, "OK, thank you so much for taking your time to let me ask you a few candid questions in a professional style."
"Oh brother," Stitch groaned, I guess that line was a little too flourished. I reached to press 'record' on the small tape recorder, I pressed air instead, the recorder was gone. I swore I had left it there before… I shot a look at Stitch, he hadn't moved, he still had a bored expression, but there was something glowing behind those eyes. I shook my head, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it may have just fell on the floor. "Just a sec," I said dropping from my seat to search below.
Amazingly it was just underneath the coffee table in front of me, I let off a sigh of relief as I grabbed the recorder. The relief suddenly disappeared as I got back into my seat and noticed that one of my interview subjects was missing. "Where's Stitch?"
Lilo gave an innocent shrug. A sharp bang from the rear of the house cut through my confusion. A few moments later, Stitch appeared at the living room entrance by the stairs. "Oh, Stitch, I was just…" I begun getting up from my seat.
"Sorry Maxie, I must go," Stitch announced with a mock salute. Before I could respond, he had turned and thumped up the stairs. I stood in shocked confusion as I watched him go.
"What the…" I started, I was cut off on again by pounding feet that shook the floor, Jumba appeared at the entrance, his clothes dark and smoldering, looking quiet enraged.
"Where is he?" Jumba growled. Wordlessly I pointed towards the stairs. Jumba clenched his fist, twisted around, and pounded up the stairs, yelling "Stitch, wait til I get my hands on you…"
As soon as Jumba went out of sight, Pleakey appeared, his wig letting off a small flame. Before he could ask I pointed to the stairs, "Thanks," he gasped, then he too quickly padded up the stairs.
It was then that the sounds of crashing furniture, and muffled yells came from the ceiling.
I turned to Lilo, who still sat on the couch, with a sweet neutral expression. I smiled, "Lilo?"
"Yes?"
"That happen often?"
"Just sometimes," she smiled.
I stood in thought another minute. "Tell Nani I'll try to do the interview tomorrow," I calmly explained.
She nodded, "Aloha Max!"
I tipped my hat, "Aloha to you too."
O O O
Causally I got back into the SUV, that shimmered it's flame shade in the sun that penetrated through the tropical trees. I leaned forward to peak at the bright modest home through the windshield. That was certainly an interesting visit, and amazingly nothing bad had happened to me…except the getting slammed by the door and my watch being stolen and Pleakley's cookies. On second thought, to rephrase, it wasn't as bad as the first two times.
I turned the key, the engine started, at least it seemed that Stitch hadn't had the time to destroy my rental this time. I backed the SUV out of the driveway, sighed, tomorrow, I'd do the interview. I wondered how many times I'd said that in the last few days.
I put the gear into drive, and started down the street.
After a loud series of metallic creaking and snapping and crashing, I slammed the brakes. Almost dreading to do so, I slowly moved my rearview mirror to look. The rear seats and the trunk hatch were lying on the road behind the SUV. I groaned as I fell back into my seat, a snap, the seat catapulted me forward into the steering wheel.
Then, a phone rang. On the passenger seat, a dark cell phone was placed. Grabbing it, I pressed a button and put it to ear. "Hello?"
"Hiya, Maxie," Stitch's cheerful voice greeted on the other end, "What'd think?"
I knew I was suppose to be mad, or annoyed, or bursting out in tears at that point, but strangely enough, I felt quiet calm, "Uh…ingenious set-up I'd say."
"Why thank ya, and oh yeah, insurance?" he inquired.
I rolled my eyes, "Yep, it's covered." (I actually had thought ahead that morning at the rental place)
There was the noise of Jumba's voice in the background, Stitch came back, "I go now, and one more thing."
"What?"
"The phone's Cobra's. Aloha Maxie! See ya soon" Stitch added with a chuckle.
I had to grin, "OK, tomorrow. Aloha."
OCC: Yep, Max still hasn't made the interview, but I shall soon upload some writings I've made about Max Sterling. Enjoy. Again, reviews, including flames, are welcome. Maybe, I should write up the final part, which I would throw our villian Gantu into the mix. Plus, what else could happen to Max's rentals. We shall see. :)
