Chapter 4: The City, Jail, and 636
Jumba started to walk toward the ship. "Figures that 636 escaped," Pleakley said. "Well, now that that Stitch-look alike is gone, we can all just go back to our normal lives, heh heh, heh... heh?" Jumba rolled his eyes at his companion, then turned around to his ship. He began to but froze in mid-step. His eyes popped open as he stole a glance at all that were looking at him. His eyes darted around, and then he raced as fast as he could to the ship. Nani, Pleakley, Lilo, Stitch, and Kila all looked at each other, shrugged, then headed back towards the house.
On Pleakley's home planet, a woman heard a small, yet distinct crash. She pulled off the yellow rubber gloves she had been wearing to wash the dishes and set them on the side of the sink. She cocked her head as she padded her way to the backdoor of her house with her three legs, opened the sliding door, and looked outside. A small puff of smoke rose from the outskirts of town. She shrugged, then went back inside and continued with the dishes.
636 coughed as she opened the glass dome above her head. She flipped out of the ship and landed on some rocks. She sniffed around, then said, "Tishba! Injiba cohta! Meega NALA—huh?" Something had hit her in the back. She reached to her back with her fourth arm and grabbed a nerf dart, pulling it off her back. She held the item close to her eyes, then scanned it. "Nerf dart." 636 growled, turning around, ready to pulverize the thing that had hit her with it.
But when she turned around, another dart magically appeared on her forehead. Her eyes peered up at the dart as she yanked it off. She looked around, but all she could see was rocks, grass, a mountain far off, and a green antenna sticking up from a rock. She sniffed, then grinned evilly. She got on all eights and crawled up to the green menace. She shot out her hand and grasped the green tentacle, tugging it upwards until the creature's feet weren't touching the ground. A small, Pleakley-like creature popped up, eye wincing with pain and a nerf dart gun in his hand. When it saw the creature, it screamed and, astonishingly, got out of 636's grasp. It leaped over the rock and sprinted towards the large grouping of houses that might be called a city yelling, "MOMMY!"
636 chuckled evilly to herself, then looked at the large amount of strangely shaped houses. They all looked like that one skinny, green creature's head that she had seen before she flew here. She blinked, then turned herself invisible. When invisible is said, it actually means that the color of 636's fur turns to whatever color reflected onto her from her surroundings from the spot that the on-looker is gazing upon her, making the observer totally oblivious to her presence. 636 sniffed the air, but only one scent came to mind...
Jumba raced into his ship and jumped into his chair. Sadly enough, the chair was a chair with wheels on the legs, so the chair took his momentum and crashed them both into the wall opposite the door. Four of his fingers were on the other side of the armrest; the side closest to the wall. Jumba screeched in pain as he grabbed his four fingers with his other hand and pulled his good hand into a fist, squeezing the crushed fingers. He held his mouth tightly shut so that he would not yell out was he was thinking right then.
Jumba slowly let go of his throbbing fingers, then flipped the 'on/off' switch on for the computer. It quickly charge up, and Jumba pulled himself and the chair over to the giant keyboard. He typed in "Experiment 636 Data Files." A picture of 636 came up onto the screen, along with a search box at the top and many categories at the bottom. Although most of the categories were empty, one labeled "DNA used to make Experiment 636" was not. Jumba clicked on it, and it opened up a humungous list of creatures of every type. Jumba slowly began to look through all of them. But it was a LONG list.
636's eyes narrowed as she followed the scent over to one of the bizarrely-shaped houses. She dashed behind a rock as a lady wearing yellow rubber gloves came out of the house holding a big pan of lasagna. 636 licked her lips as the lady set it down in the middle of a round marble table with a flat marble bench and called out, "Dinner!" A girl and a boy came out of the house and dashed to the table, their napkins tucked into their shirts and forks and knives in their hands.
636 cocked her head as she watched the mom selflessly serve the two younglings. "Blech," she said, turning around. But when she turned around, there was a tall Pleakley-creature behind her. "Why, hello. And what might you be?" the guy asked. 636 growled at him, but he just clasped his hands beside his head and said, "Aww, aren't you the sweetest thing?" he picked her up under her first set of arms and—
636 bit him. His eye bulged into a watermelon as he grabbed his arm and started to wail. She grinned evilly, but turned invisible and slowly backed away as the Pleakley ran off into the woods. She shrugged and walked away, still camouflaged.
She found a road and walked onto the side of it, turning visible again. It was a very busy road. Then she got an idea.
Hopping into the middle of the road, 636 picked up a car. She growled as she swung it around and smashed it into other cars. She threw the car far into the woods, then stuck her hind legs into her mouth and rolled into a ball, smashing into cars and flinging them to kingdom come. She leaped into the air and landed on a car. Unfortunately, there was a TV van there, and they had cameras. She didn't want to be on TV. Not yet, anyways.
She leaped onto the van, but it was too late. There were ships that read 'Police' on the side flying all over the area she was in. She growled, a yellow haze forming around her and electricity zapping through it. She threw it out towards all that surrounded her, but the police put up their shields and the wave of light and electricity whooshed past them. Then one of them on a loud-speaker said, "Give up or... else!" 636 just grinned evilly.
She pulled one of the aliens out of its car and held its neck. The police sent out a strange signal that 636 didn't recognize. Then, all at once, a strange gas fell from their ships and surrounded 636. She dropped the alien and blacked out.
Jumba, coming to the end of the list, sighed. Nothing so far was wrong with what he had put in 636. The very last ingredient to 636's DNA was Ox. Jumba cried out as he slammed his fists on the keyboard. "WHAAAHAHAT WENT—" Something popped onto the screen. Jumba read it aloud. "Secret ingredient located. DNA of Experiment 626 added when... OHH! STUPID, STUPID ME!" Jumba hit himself on forehead with the palm of his hand, then started typing stuff into the computer.
636 woke up in a containment cell much like the ones on Gantu's former ship. She shook her head, growling in anger. Two giant automatic blasters followed her every move. She rolled her eyes, then spat into the holes of each of them. The spit became sticky, and it plugged them up. They tried to shoot her, but the gunk inside the guns backed up, and they started to beep and blink red.
Unfortunately, the alien that was guarding her cell, looking much like the one that had guarded 626's cell, casually walked out of sight behind a wall. The blasters stopped blinking and blipping, powering down. He walked back into sight and picked up his walkie-talkie, saying into it, "We've got a couple of backed up blasters in here. Replacement blasters are needed -- ones with spit-proof fire holes."
636 growled, spitting in the alien's face. He growled, wiping the spit off his face. He held the walkie-talkie in front of his face once again and said, "I also need a one of those danger-proof suits..." 636 started to shake in anger, but the guard looked at her and held the walkie-talkie up to his mouth, ready to give another order. 636 settled down, seeming to be content with herself.
A couple minutes later, a guard came in with the things that were requested of him. 636 closed her eyes, appearing to be asleep. The guard set up the new blasters and gave the other alien guard his new suit. The guard left, and the guard that was guarding her stepped behind the wall. Now was the time.
636 sent out a blast of electricity, shorting out the containment cell that had been holding her in place. She fell to the floor silently, but the blasters detected her. She dashed to the back of one of the blasters, and the other blaster destroyed it. She flipped to the other side of the room and reprogrammed the still-working blaster, dodging the shots from it. It shook around for a moment, then repositioned itself towards the alien walking out from behind the wall. The alien screamed in terror as the blaster shot a stream of lava toward the alien and sheered a hole in the wall. She laughed evilly, then silently slinked out of the room though the hole, camouflaging herself to appear invisible.
An alarm sounded, and doors upon doors opened all down the hallway. Guards marched rapidly out of them and towards her. She just leaped onto the ceiling as most of the guards passed her and ran out the door, surrounding the jail. Some of the guards stayed inside, searching through the whole place looking for her. She just rolled her eyes and walked out of the jail, unnoticed by the world.