JOKER

On the prison asteroid…

"Glocknar, gackar!" Hamsterviel chanted. The prison cell slowly opened up, and soon Hamsterviel was on a platform.

"Contact Gantu." He said.

At Gantu's ship…

625 was busy making a sandwich and stuffing it into his mouth when he saw something. Gantu was working on something in his corridor. 625 peeked through the cracks of the doorway.

Gantu was using some sort of scientific instrument and mixing chemicals. Just then, Hamsterviel called. Gantu quickly finished mixing the chemicals, then stashed them in the drawer cupboards. The screen dropped down and Hamsterviel started talking to him.

"Gantu, you malevolent fish-faced doofus, why haven't you sent me a new experiment?" asked Hamsterviel. There was a strange red glow from the cupboard where Gantu stashed the pods, and 625 wondered what it could be.

"Actually, Hamsterviel, I was just getting ready to send you one." Said Gantu.

"Well, why are you waiting? Give it to me, give it to me!" Hamsterviel yelled.

Gantu reached into a cupboard, not the same one as he had stashed the chemicals, and pulled out an experiment pod. "I had to put up quite a fight for this one, but I finally managed to capture it." Gantu said.

625 read the numbers 513 on it. But, hadn't the earthquake maker already been repurposed by the little girl? This was very odd.

As Gantu went to the transporter to teleport it to the Prison asteroid, 625 snuck into Gantu's room. He checked the corridor and his eyes opened wide. More than 100 experiment pods, stashed away in the drawer.

625 held one, but then discovered it was dripping. 625 moved his fingers away, and they were blue, just like the pod. Gantu had painted the experiment pod!

625 gasped and slowly rubbed away the paint. The numbers read 707. He grabbed the pod and ran as he heard Gantu's footsteps coming.

'Gantu's been making phony experiments? But how? The big dummy wouldn't know a scientific chemical from weed-eater chemical.' 625 thought.

But that didn't change the fact that Gantu had been making them. 625 grabbed the phone and called the only person he knew who could get to the bottom of this. His cousin, Stitch.

As 625 frantically dialed the phone, he dropped the pod. 'Uh oh' 625 thought. The pod slowly rolled down through the ship, and 625 dropped the phone and tried to catch up with it. There had been a big rainstorm the night before and the ship had leaked. He just hoped it wouldn't land in one of the puddles.

Suddenly, 625 stopped dead in his tracks. An eerie glow lit up the room as 625 stared in terror. This was definitely not good.