Chapter 5: A New Family

A picture of 636, drawn like the one of 626 when Jumba had figured out about glitching Stitch, popped up. It didn't look anything like the way Stitch looked, though. This experiment had two small ears on the top of its head, two eyes, and an evil grin like no other. Two short fangs protruded from its lips. It was colored mainly light blue, but instead of light blue patches of fur like Jumba had seen 636 have earlier, it had black patches. Also, it had three arms and two legs, but they had black, arrow-like patches on them resembling the ones on Bonnie's, or 149's arms and legs. She also had two long tails, one black and one blue with black and blue spikes on both of them.

Jumba looked down to the keyboard to type in one last, and very vital, combination. But before he could press enter, he had to scratch a large itch on the back of his neck. Then he pressed enter with the same hand he had itched with. The picture of that strange experiment grayed out, and a picture of what 636 actually looked like, a six-armed, four-spiked, winged-Stitch, gray-scaled in. Jumba nodded his head and sighed, knowing he had fixed the computer's outdated data. But how would he fix his little creation?

Jumba's large screen suddenly switched to a video transmission with the Grand Councilwoman. "Doctor Jumba," she said, putting a hand to her head and sighing, "I have just gotten a report from Blinkley's planet that an experiment of yours has gotten on their planet and escaped from jail... Of course, we will supply you with a ride, as we found your ship on his planet also."

"PLEAKLEY'S PLANET! HOW THE BLORZNARG DID SHE GET THERE!" Jumba screamed, starting to spaz out. "Doctor Jumba, get a hold of yourself! We need you and any members of your... oh, what do you call it? Olama?... to accompany you on your journey to Pleakley's planet and retrieve Experiment 636," the Grand Councilwoman said. Jumba put a hand on his face.

"636 will not come easily... She has everything that 626 has times 5 and more... but if I had hair-growing formula, a capture container made with pure glutonium, and a blaster the size of a watermelon..."

"All of these things are granted, but I am just wondering... I know what the container and blaster are for, but what about hair-growing formula?"

Jumba grinned like an idiot. "I ran out."

A large explosion just outside of the jail on Pleakley's planet scattered many of the guards and sent them running to safety inside the building. A gas pipe, which had been right next to a furnace, had mysteriously broken and, of course, made a large explosion. An evil giggle could be heard from a large patch of bushes, and half of the rest of the guards ran inside the building also, screaming, "TALKING BUSHES! THEY'RE ALIIIIIVE!" 636 just rolled her eyes and stalked off, still invisible. A lovely aroma filled 636's nostrils, and she closed her eyes and followed the scent.

WHAM!

636 rammed into the shop door and quickly opened her eyes. "Questa chaga..." she said in Tantalog, meaning 'stupid door'. She opened the door and crawled inside, dodging the many three-footed aliens clambering around her. She blinked, looking at herself. "Look at yourself, you look like a monster! You have to blend in..." she said to herself, getting an idea. Looking down at her four extra arms, she retracted them. She also retracted her fluffy wings and four spikes into her back. Lastly, her antennae disappeared into her head, and she turned visible. Much to her dismay, many small Pleakley-like children ran over to her and started to push and pull her arms, yank on her ears, and jam their little fingers into her stomach.

"Oh, it's so cute!"

"It looks like that creature that Wendy sent us a picture of!"

"Mama, can we keep him?"

636 growled, ready to blast the little creatures to kingdom come, when a large blast came for her and she had to flip onto the ceiling. "YUUUUAAARRRGG!" came a yell sounding strangely familiar.

"Jumba, you missed!" came a high-pitched noise.

"Yeah, ih!" came a voice sounding much too much like hers.

The door barged open as Pleakley crashed through the door, a little girl and her alien friend giggling. Pleakley tumbled head first onto the floor, sliding up to 636. 636 held up her foot and stopped Pleakley by putting her foot on his head. She set her foot back on the floor as Pleakley looked up.

"WWWWUUUUAAAAAHHHHH!" Pleakley screamed, scampering back and up against the wall as he watched 636, frozen there with an evil grin plastered onto her face. "What are you doing here, one-eyed one?" 636 stated with perfect pronunciation although she had Stitch's voice. Pleakley's eye darted around, and in one swift move, he yanked open the door and dashed out, yelling and screaming his head off. 636 rolled her eyes, holding out a hand. Pleakley stopped right where he was and was lifted off the ground by an invisible force.

Stitch and Lilo gasped, stepping back. Lilo grabbed Stitch as Jumba also took a step back. Pleakley was transferred into the coffee shop and pulled toward 636 until his face was an inch from hers.

"Boo."

Pleakley began to shriek as 636 dropped him onto the ground. He sprinted out of the shop and pushed past Jumba, Lilo, and Stitch, disappearing around the corner. Although Pleakley could not be seen, his screeching voice could still be heard for a very long time. Lilo and Stitch exchanged glances after Pleakley passed them, then turned back to 636.

636 took a step forward. The three companions took a step back. Repeat about five times.

636 rolled her eyes. "You are all so predictable..." she said. Jumba blinked, stepping forward, gun and container behind his back but pretending that his hands were just clasp together. "I do not think so, little Stitch-like one," he said.

"Oh yeah? Well, Jumba, you've got a watermelon-sized blaster and capture container made of pure glutonium behind your back. You also have 'hair-in-a-can' in your front right pocket," 636 stated.

Jumba's eyes bugged out. "HOW DID—I mean, how do you know that?"

636 grinned evilly. "I have my sources... and there's a round cylindrical bulge in your pants. What else would it be besides 'hair-in-a-can'?" Jumba shrugged and nodded his head, agreeing. "Buuut, did you expect... THIS?" he said, shooting the blaster straight at 636's head. She just spread her wings and shot herself into the sky, hovering above their heads. "Yup! Sayonara, suckers!" was the last thing she said before retracting her wings and diving into the weave of dome-shaped houses, Jumba swearing in Quelta Quese and shooting the blaster at her.

Experiment 636 let out one last laugh before diving into an empty house shaped like Pleakley's head. She dropped onto the floor and retracted her wings. She stuck her nose into the air and took in a whiff, then grinned evilly as she darted over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "Heaven!" she exclaimed, diving into the fridge and scarfing down anything she touched, including the racks.

"Nice job, Jumba... you let her get away!" Lilo exclaimed. Stitch nodded his head and agreed in Tantalog.

"Is not my fault! I programmed her to be able to dodge enemy attack with!" Jumba shouted back.

"Plus you have bad aim..." Lilo said, Stitch agreeing once more. Jumba sighed, putting a hand on his face.

"Meega has better aim than yoga," Stitch stated.

Jumba narrowed his four eyes, then said, "That may be true, but you would just shoot me in patooki."

Stitch giggled evilly. "Hey Stitch! I just got an idea! You can sniff Experiment 636 out with your amazing... sniffing skills!" Lilo exclaimed. Stitch bobbed his head up and down vigorously, then stuck his nose into the air and took in a whiff. Stitch snapped his pointing arm at a 38 degree angle from the street on which they were standing, then stuck his hind legs into his mouth and began to roll through the foliage in a straight line, Lilo and Jumba dashing after him.

Experiment 636 was lying on the couch when she heard the door handle rattle. She crawled under the couch and watched the floor from upside down, claws holding onto the bottom of the couch. Her ears pressed against the floor while she moved her head about and saw two little green aliens, the boy and girl she had seen earlier, along with a big mama alien with a large lasagna stain on the bottom of her orange dress. She pressed herself against the wall as the girl alien sat on the couch and wiggled her three feet back and forth, flipping on the TV. Tan, wooden shoes were on her feet with heels, a tan leather strap riding across the top of her feet.

"Lizzy! Turn off the TV and come finish your homework!" yelled her mother. "Fiiiiine," she said, sliding off the couch and onto the floor. One of her feet came down upon 636's ear, which had been sticking out a small bit. She bit her lip and tried not to yelp as her cheeks filled up with a scream. She finally let out her breath as she heel lifted off her ear and stomped over to the kitchen.

"You too, Matt!" she yelled, and the alien boy turned from the staircase and also marched into the kitchen. "All homework does is make you totally and completely bored for hours on end! It's not like we even pay attention to what it's supposed to be teaching us!" he yelled when in the kitchen. 636 let out a quiet, yet still very evil laugh as she crawled out from under the couch and padded over to the kitchen. The two children immediately snapped their heads up and looked upon 636.

"Ooh, look mommy! A puppy!"

"Can we keep 'er? PLEASE?" they both exclaimed.

This will be fun... she said, grinning evilly as the two children leaped down from their chairs and bombarded her with hugs, scratching her on the head and behind her ears. She sat down and closed her eyes, a good smile easing its way onto her face as they scratched behind her right ear. Her foot began to tap the ground instinctively as they continued.

"Well..."

"Please, Mommy?" Lizzy pleaded.

"Yeah, come on Mom! It looks awesome! I mean, it has BLUE FUR!" Matt exclaimed. As 636 looked up to Matt and Lizzy, she noticed that Matt looked a couple years older than Lizzy.

Mom sighed, then said in a grim tone, "You can keep her."