Chapter 2: The Creation of Experiment 636

Jumba woke up to a flick on his nose. He slowed opened his eyes to see tufts of green fur in front of his face. He closed them again, but the green blob flicked him again. He grabbed Kila and squeezed her tight.

"You failure experiment you, you stay out of my sleep!" He dropped Kila on the bed, then rolled onto the floor. He had his day clothes on. He stood up and trudged into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. He sighed, then grabbed a tub of butter. He reached in the cabinet and took out some crackers. Just as he was about to sit down and eat, Stitch leaped onto the table and stole his food. "Hey! You get back here you little pot banger!" Jumba yelled, shaking his fist.

Pleakley, sitting down with a leg over another leg and reading the newspaper, didn't even look up. Jumba sighed, then slumped into his chair. Pleakley crumpled up the newspaper and threw it at Jumba's face. Heaven knows if he did it on purpose or not, but still...

Jumba grabbed Pleakley by the waist again. He narrowed his eyes, staring into the terrified face of Pleakley. He dropped Pleakley onto the chair, then trudged out of the room. He was suddenly bombarded by a ton of water balloons.

Lilo looked over to Stitch. "Stitch! I need more water balloons!" Stitch grabbed some and tossed them over to Lilo, Lilo dropping one and catching the rest. It spilled on her shirt, but she didn't mind. She threw another one just as Jumba opened his mouth to say something, and it popped in his mouth.

He spit out the rubbed, then yelled at them, "WHAT IS THIS! HAVEN'T YOU TORTURED ME LONG ENOUGH! IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR EVIL GENIOUS CREATOR!" he yelled, the last questions directed at 626. Jumba picked up Stitch and threw him into the wall. He opened the door and, just as he was about to shut it, yelled, "YOU'LL REGRET THIS!"

He dashed out of the house and toward the ship, Stitch following. Stitch jumped out of the bushes and landed on Jumba, knocking him over. He punched Jumba in the face, but Jumba kicked him off and into a tree, conking him unconscious. Jumba sighed, then ran up to his ship and sealed the door shut.

He dashed over to his computer and started typing things in. A computer shelf opened itself up, revealing many thousands of choises of DNA. He pressed a button, and a piece of fur emerged. He picked it up with great care and placed it in a computer "hand." The computer drew the hand in, and it said, "DNA of Invisible Crabing Dwarfmister added. Jumba grinned evily.

Jumba started dashing around, and he many pieces of fur into the computer, but only one strand of hair for each, since the computer was so sensitive. "DNA of Watermangling Booger Beast added. DNA of Chatter-Blang Annoyer added. DNA of Clawing Clangranger added. DNA of Red-winged Fluff Trimmer added..." Jumba grinned evily at all his work. His evil experiment was coming along just nicely...

A few hours later, Jumba slid back into his chair, exhausted. He was almost done adding all the DNA he needed. He blinked as something moved behind him. He turned around, but he didn't see anything... Oh well. He turned back around. He looked down. A pencil came rolling toward him. Jumba squinted at it. "What the—" Stitch suddenly jumped out from somewhere and tackled Jumba.

Jumba rolled on his back, groaning. "How did you get in here?" Jumba half-yelled, half-asked. Stitch just grinned. Then he punched Jumba and threw him across the room. Jumba yelped as he flew into the wall and landed on the ground. He groaned, then yelled, "DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Stitch was poking a stuffed animal that was beside the computer. Jumba rushed over and picked up the animal, then threw it across the room and onto a cushy couch. "If you EVER touch that again..." Stitch walked over and held a finger over the animal, or whatever it was.

"Don't..."

Stitch moved his hand closer.

"Don't even think about it..."

Stitch scooted toward it.

"Don't...!"

Stitch grinned, then poked it. Then again. And again. And again. And again...

Jumba lunged toward Stitch, but Stitch easily jumped out of the way. Jumba narrowed his eyes, then grabbed Stitch's fur. He held Stitch in place, and Stitch yelped. Stitch couldn't get away now. Jumba smiled evily. He picked Stitch up, opened the door, and tossed Stitch out. "AND STAY OUT!" Jumba yelled, pressing the "close" button for the door triumphedly.

Jumba walked over to the closet and put a hand to his chin. "Hmm... a HA!" He pressed a button and grabbed a small ball of fur from the stick-out tray in the closet and set it in the computer hand. Jumba smiled. "I'll need a lot of DNA from THAT animal..." The computer hand pulled in the ball of fur and stated, "DNA of Ox added." Jumba smiled. "THAT will make her ever stronger than 626..."

Jumba looked around on the keyboard, then held his finger over the "OK" button. Should I really do this? he thought. All of the rude, annoying, sleep-depriving things that happened to him this morning and afternoon rolled through his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed down on the button. "Experiment 636 in creation. 1,000,000 things left to be done in creation of Experiment 636. 999,999 left to be done. 999,998 left. 999,997 left."

Jumba got bored after about the first five minutes of excitement and walked off to his sound-proof room in the ship and picked up Nala Kweesta Magazine. He opened its cover and started to read it.

About five hours later, he finally set down the magazine and walked into the main room. "5 left. 4 left. 3 left. 2 left. 1 left. No things left to be done in the creation of Experiment 636. Experiment 636 is ready." A side of the wall opened, and a glass dome with a large and thick base rolled in. It was set on the floor, and a blue experiment was curled up in a ball, steam rolling off of the blue fur. Jumba opened his mouth. "Ah!" he said, smiling a bit as the blue experiment unrolled. Its dark blue fur, light blue stomach fur, six arms, almost-black claws, two antennae, four spikes, fluffy blue wings, black eyes, blue ears with pink insides, and feet with ball-like claws were all combined into one experiment, looking just like...

"WHAT THE BLORGZNARK!" Jumba yelled, pacing around and around the experiment casing. "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!" he yelled. 636 leaped at the glass, clawing and trying to break it. It shot laser vision, hoping to blast through the glass, but the laser just bounced off the glass and onto its patooki. It yelped, then started snarling and pressing on the glass. "THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?"