This chapter is a long one, at least this is what I think. Chapter 9 is done, but is short, and working on chapter 10. I think chapter 9 will answer alot of questions... I think it will...

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Chapter 8

Sarcasm Increases

The sun was rising to the sky as it was shining down upon the land, the sun's light began to shine over 625's eyes, as he was about to wake up from his new ''bed''. He put his hand over his eyes to shield himself from the sunlight. This was not the perfect day for him. He dug his face into the blankets and pillows to try to hide his eyes from the sunlight, without succession. He didn't want to wake up, knowing that he's going to have another day of boredom, arguments, and nobody to talk to, leaving him in silence, which he could not stand.

His arm slipped out from under his covers and hung over the couch, as he sighed. He didn't want anybody to bother him, knowing that marie was still angry at him, there was nobody he could turn to know. Half awake, the little sandwich maker opened his eyes, his face still covered by his warm sheets. He heard footsteps coming from the stairwell, he knew it was Marie, ready for hula class. 625 didn't bother to say a word, in fact he still didn't reveal his face from the covers.

Marie walked to the living room, finding 625 still curled up under his sheets, in an uncomfortable position. The silence was broken.

'' 625? Are you still sleeping?'', Marie said, gently and calmly.

No reply, except 625 dug his face deeper into his covers. Marie pulled the covers off of 625, showing him laying flat on his belly and his legs dangling off of the edge of the couch, and the same with one arm. His face well buried under the pillow.

'' Come on 625. I'm gonna be late for hula class'', Marie whined.

She shook 625 on his side, but 625 didn't budge. Just a low growl was heard. She knew he was still angry at her, but she had to take 625 to hula class with him. She began to wiggle her fingers beside 625's neck. 625 snickered.

'' Knock it off!'', 625 snapped, showing his angry face from his pillow.

'' Come on. I have to go to hula class'', Marie sighed.

'' You don't even want me around.''

'' I need you to come with me to hula class. Peg needs to do some errands, so you can't stay home alone.''

'' Why not? Gantu used to let me stay at his ship alone.''

'' But is this Gantu's ship?''

'' ... No.''

'' So you need to come. I'm already in my hula skirt.''

'' Aww, I don't wanna!''

'' Well to bad! You have to.''

625 groaned and got up off of the couch, glaring at the floor, before looking at Marie.

'' Make a sandwich so you don't get hungry, and lets get going'', Marie suggested.

'' Nope. I'm not very hungry.''

'' Then come on!''

Marie grabbed 625's arm and dragged him outside. They began to walk down the sidewalk to hula class. 625 groaned at this walk.

'' What is with you? You've been so angry lately'', Marie asked, hoping to get a reply from him.

625 scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest,'' It's nothing.''

'' If it's nothing, then why are you this upset?''

'' I dunno.''

'' You're keeping secrets again.''

'' No I am not!''

'' Yes you are. Sometimes I don't understand you.''

Nobody understands me, not even myself, 625 thought.

They met up with Lilo who was walking to hula class too, now crossing the street using the crosswalk, but something was missing...

'' Hi Lilo! Hey, where's Stitch?'', Marie asked.

'' Oh Stitch and Sparky decided to spend a day at the beach to play a game of volleyball with Yin, Yang, Richter, and Cannonball. 625, it's not too late to go and play a game with them'', Lilo said.

625 really thought about it, was it really worth it? Well at least he didn't have to be alone and all lonely,'' Fine, I'll go. You two go to hula class. I'll just go... to the beach.''

'' Hope you have fun, 625. How about I'll meet you at our house after class, for lunch okay?'', marie said, gently patting the golden furred sandwich maker on the head.

625 sighed,'' Yeah sure...''

Then he turned away and walked towards the beach, which wasn't too far away.

'' What's wrong with him?'', Lilo asked.

Marie sighed,'' I have no idea, but I punched him yesterday... I think he's angry at me for doing that.''

'' Why'd you punch him?''

'' 625 said a few things, he was wisecracking again.''

'' What he say?''

'' Alot of things...''

Lilo didn't want to know what the subject was,'' Oh... well here's hula class...''

They saw the sandy pathway leading to a school, and sitting by the stairway, were four familiar faces. Myrtle and her gang of jerks. Lilo and marie sighed, as they began walking towards the stairway, now both sandwiched between the girls. Myrtle got up from her spot and walked in front of marie.

'' I'm still angry at your freakishly yellow mutt for calling me...''

Marie interrupted,'' Yeah yeah, I know...''

She froze for a second... Freakishly yellow mutt! 625 isn't a freak!

Marie was now angry at Myrtle for insulting her friend, now turning to her confidently, she said,'' Well it isn't too late for halloween isn't it?''

Myrtle's jaw dropped,'' What, you're agreeing with your sandwich eating creep?''

'' As 625 said to you a few days ago... That face of yours would be good for horror movies, you can get the part as Frankenstein... or Dracula!''

Then Lilo agreed, just like the tone of Myrtle's annoying friends,'' YEAH!''

Then they both laughed. Myrtle groaned and walked back to the place she was sitting, now really angry at marie and the yellow sandwich maker that Marie considered as a friend.

Meanwhile...

625 was at the beach, now the hot sand was burning his feet. He chose to ignore it, as he saw the sparkling ocean not too far from him, and seagulls cawing while flying above him. Then he heard familiar voices.

'' Magata!''

That voice was all too familiar, it was Stitch. 625 walked a little further and saw Stitch with his cousins all playing a game of volleyball. Stitch, Sparky, Yin on one team, and Yang, Richter, and Cannonball on the other team. It was even. 625 growled in dissatisfaction. Then Stitch stopped the game when he saw 625 appear.

'' Aggaba!'', Stitch shouted.

The game now paused he ran up to 625,'' Aloha cousin.''

'' Hi 626. The little girl told me that you guys were here, with your cousins'', 625 said.

'' Ih! Oh...'', Stitch froze looking back at the cousins that were waiting for the game to begin again.

'' Oh I see... all the teammates are even... Oh well I understand...'', then a sad 625 walked away, but Stitch stopped him from leaving.

'' Look cuz! I'm sorry I came... I'll just go...''

625 said those words... I'm sorry... Stitch realized that. Maybe there was some good in him, despite what Marie said. He was declining properly.

'' 625!''

'' I'm leaving! What else do you want?''

'' Scorekeeper!''

'' You want me to be the scorekeeper?'', then 625 sighed,'' Fine.''

Oh wow, an exiting job that I cannot wait to do, 625 thought sarcastically.

he sat down on a nearby rock, not far from the game and Stitch handed him a small notebook and a pen to keep track of the score. 625 tallied the scores, which was a very boring job. The noise in the background was drowned out by his low growling stomach, now wishing he ate a breakfast sandwich before he left. Now putting his hand upon his empty belly, he was too distracted to be the scorekeeper.

He put down the notebook and saw a picnic basket, sitting on another rock,'' I hope there's an edible sandwich in there.''

Jumping of the rock while the cousins were distracted while playing the game, he approached the picnic basket and swiped it, now investigating what kind of edible treats were contained inside. He pulled out a few things and they seemed good enough for him to eat.

'' Ooh, a peanut butter and honey sandwich!'', 625 said, happily, who was now taking more sandwiches out of the basket, and listing them out,'' Pastrami sandwich, grilled cheese and pepperoni, strawberry jam sandwich, ham and cheese sandwich, and a peanut butter and fluff sandwich. Oh, I haven't had one of those in a long time!''

Then he bit into the peanut butter and fluff sandwich, and taking the other five sandwiches with him to the rock he was sitting on. As soon as he was finished with that sandwich, he moved on to the next, as his gluttony got the best of him. He was keeping score as he was enjoying his sandwich treats that he found.

He finished eating all of the sandwiches in a matter of ten minutes. He kept track of the scorekeeping, now letting out a yawn, as a full stomach usually made him very sleepy, he'd usually take a nap after a meal. Now the drowsy sandwich maker, used his arm to support his head, in order to keep himself awake, as he laid on his belly. His eyes threatened to collapse, as sleep was taking control of him. He let out another yawn. Now curling his arms to support his head, 625's eyes were now halfway open, now closing very slowly and then reopening, fighting himself to stay awake.

This wasn't a good spot for him to sleep, looking at the empty picnic basket that was halfway buried the soft sand, 625 crawled off the rock he was sitting on, and collapsed on the sand, as he was limp and tired, now halfway asleep, in front of the picnic basket.

Stitch hit the beachball and scored a point for his team, now looking if 625's keeping score. He didn't see anybody on the rock, only the notebook he handed his sandwich making cuz, now its pages flipping due to the gentle breeze. Stitch began to hear soft snoring as he perked up his ears. Turning to the side of the rock, he saw 625, snoozing on the beach, in front of the picnic basket.

Stitch picked up his basket, and saw that there was no sandwiches in them, now suspecting that 625 ate them. Why did he have to eat them all?

Stitch's cousins ran up to him wondering what he was looking at. Now speaking in their alien language, tantalog, to communicate.

'' 625 ate sandwiches, soka cousins'', Stitch said, now disappointed at his cousin's gluttonous ways.

'' Naga bootifa!'', Sparky said.

The other experiments agreed with Sparky. Stitch sighed, now wanting to stand up for 625, but couldn't since he's not sure if the other cousins would understand. He didn't say a word to defend 625.

'' Come cousins. Make more sandwiches?'', Stitch asked.

'' Ih!'', the other experiment agreed, now following Stitch to his house, leaving 625 snoozing on the beach all by himself.

Meanwhile...

Marie and Lilo finished their hula class and were heading out the door. Marie was in her normal clothes as so with Lilo.

'' I hope 625 is having fun with Stitch. I hope 625 arrives home soon, it's gonna rain'', Marie said.

'' He'll be fine Marie, if the rain comes most likely 625 is at my house, but we'll go to my house first'', Lilo suggested.

'' I can't, I have to clean my room, I was cutting pieces of colored paper for our scrapbook and now my room is a mess.''

'' Oh I understand. I hate it when Nani makes me clean up my room.''

Marie was at her house, but she didn't see 625 at the doorstep,'' Oh no... He must've forgot that he was supposed to come here!''

'' I'll check at my house, if he isn't there I'll give you a call.''

'' Thanks.''

Then the sky started to turn dark with ugly grey rain clouds rolling by, as moisture in the air came, and a clap of thunder could be heard, causing Marie to let out a small shriek.

'' I'll see you later, Lilo. Bye!'', Marie said, opening the door to her house.

Then as soon as those words left Marie's mouth a flash of lightning was seen as Lilo started to run to her house as fast as she could, then another clap of thunder could be heard, and not too far away a little sandwich maker began to feel raindrops fall upon his little rusty red nose. 625 blinked as he woke up now seeing the one beautiful blue sky, was now an ugly dark grey color as rain was now flooding the land in huge puddles.

625 stood up as another clap of lightning could be heard, now frightened by the terrifying weather. he saw that sand was stuck on his fur, and his eyes were very irritated due to beach sand in his eyes. Now barely able to open his eyes, he struggled to open them, despite the pain brought on by the sand in his eyes. Running he went past some trees now heading towards his house. His fur was wet and sandy, covered with sand and rainwater.

he was now getting past the wet streets and now was in front of his house standing in front of the porch, as a tickle under his nose began to come. He sneezed, then afterwards sniffled as he was beginning to have a runny nose from the cold of the weather. He was about to open the door to his house but he couldn't open the door. he was locked out.

He knew there was somebody in there, due to the fact that the living room light was on, which was a trademark welcome sign to this house. he was locked out, and since he was the family pet, he had to do what any household pet would do when they're locked out...

'' Awo!'', 625 howled, he coughed, as that hurt his throat,'' Open up!''

The he heard a voice,'' The dog door os open, enter through there!''

'' Marie open the door.''

'' Use the dog door.''

'' OPEN THE STUPID DOOR!''

Then the front door opened, as Marie let 625 come onside, but not with welcome arms.

'' Why do you think we have a dog door, so you could use it!'', Marie scolded.

'' What, and treat me like a freak-in animal?'', 625 said.

'' 625, put fifty cents in the swear jar.''

'' But I didn't say...''

'' Put it in the swear jar!''

625 growled, then mumbled,'' But I didn't say the swear part of it...''

Then he was about to spread his legs apart, but Marie scolded him in a stern voice,'' 625, don't shake yourself dry inside of the house.''

'' But...''

'' Don't!''

625 groaned, and mumbled,'' Meega nala qweesta...''

'' 625, put another fifty cents in the swear jar for saying an alien swear'', marie said.

'' Aww blitznak!''

'' And give yourself a bath, where were you?''

'' At the beach.''

'' Did you have fun there?''

'' What does it look... (ah-choo!)'', 625 was cut off by a sneeze.

'' I'm not sure if you had fun or not, you're wet and covered in sand.''

'' I didn't have fun.''

'' What did you do then?''

'' Be a lousy scorekeeper, and then I fell asleep.''

'' Okay, why don't you give yourself a bath hmm...''

625 was more then happy to take a bath this time,'' Fine, but I'd rather wash myself this time.''

'' Okay.''

Then 625 sent himself upstairs and to the bathroom to turn on the water to the tub. Putting his fingers through the running water to test the temperature of the water, hoping to get a relaxing hot water bath, like he deserved. The he jumped in, but then was interrupted my his friend.

'' 625 did you put a dollar in the swear jar?'', Marie asked, holding the jar in front of her, and inside was twenty-five cents due to a prior foul language incident from him.

625 jumped, then covered himself with the shower curtain,'' Marie, some privacy if you don't mind!''

'' Did you put a dollar inside the jar yet?''

Now very annoyed by a constant question just to get her to shut up, he put in his bar of soap in the jar.

'' You need the soap, and it is not a dollar.''

'' It's a dollar at the super market.''

'' After your bath, then you put a dollar in the jar, got it?''

'' Yes, boss Marie...''

Then Marie turned away out of the bathroom to give 625 some privacy so he could take a quick bath. 625 got a bottle of shampoo and began to lather it into his fur, as he lathered himself with the soapy contents from the bottle he could see sand come out from his scalp, and run down into the water below him. The water level was knee high for him.

Nicely warm as steam filled the room from the hot yet steamy water, and the little golden colored experiment continued to bathe himself alone.

Meanwhile...

Marie was putting the swear jar on her night-stand and looking down upon her mess of colored papers. Her scrapbook was sitting on her bed, all neatly made from all the hard work that Marie put into it. Marie needed a vacuum, as she was walking out of her room and into the hallway opening a closet door. Pulling out the vacuum, she dragged it and brought it to her bedroom and began cleaning up the tiny pieces of cut paper, and small shiny pieces of glitter.

It was so simple cleaning the mess that it only took about ten minutes until everything was done, the floor all clean, and no signs of any leftover scraps. It was perfect. There was only thing that wasn't perfect...

625 entered the room after finishing a quick bath, now entering the bedroom with a blue towel around his waist, and damp fur as drops of water dripped off of his fur and onto the clean carpet.

'' Okay 625, did or did you not put a dollar in the swear jar?'', Marie asked again.

'' I'm getting to it!'', 625 said, now really irritated by Marie's nonstop question.

He turned to his dresser and pulled out a comb, to brush his damp fur.

'' So when are you going to get to it?''

'' Right after I finish combing my fur.''

'' Uh-huh, right. Fortunately I know where your stash is.''

'' What!''

Marie went to the side of his dresser. There was a bookshelf to the side of the dresser, then she moved the bookshelf out of its place, revealing a small but 625-sized hole from the side of his dresser.

'' Oh blitznak...'', 625 muttered.

Inside that hole was most of 625's little trinkets, and little toys that he secretly enjoyed and kept to himself. Some squeak toys, his favorite stuffed sandwich plushie, some articles of sandwich recipes, a small blue pillow, and then sitting in the corner was a small blue box. That was his money safe.

'' I'll put a dollar in! Just please keep your mitts off my stuff'', 625 said, now reaching into his box and pulling out a dollar for the swear jar.

He put the box back in it's place and put the bookshelf back where it originally belonged, to cover up his no-longer-a-secret hiding place. He got up and put the dollar in the jar, frowning.

'' Happy now?'', He asked.

'' Now I am'', she answered.

'' How'd you know where my secret hiding place was anyway.''

'' I though you read my diary completely.''

'' I didn't read all of it. Just tell me how'd you find out?''

'' I was just going to my room to pick up a book then I saw you enter the room first and you didn't see me, so I decided to spy.''

'' I should've known.''

'' Well then now you know. I saw you just playing with your little sandwich plushie.''

Then Marie heard 625 mutter some alien words.

'' What you say?''

'' Nothing. I'm going to bed...''

'' Are you going to sleep downstairs on the couch again?''

'' Yes. Why?''

'' You should go back to your own bed.''

'' No.''

'' 625, I'm s-...''

Then 625 walked off before Marie could apologize,'' Stubborn little sandwich maker''.

Then 625 walked downstairs and could hear Peg watching the t.v. He crawled up onto the couch and under his covers which were still there. Peg saw 625 laying down and she brought his head to her lap. The lights were off and the televisions volume was low, perfect time for an experiment to rest. Peg looked at 625, then began to scratch his head gently. 625 sighed in delight, as the gentle scratching was something he's never had in weeks.

625's eyes were halfway open again, but with no signs of irritation in his black orbs, that were his eyes. He yawned as he allowed Peg to scratch his head as it was very relaxing and calming him down, closing his eyes he hoped to get a good night's sleep, just like his short nap on the beach.

TBC...

R&R