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(A/N: Remember. Cosmo a.k.a Experiment 631, can't say the sound "TH", so some words may look like other words: For example... Other looks like 'over', and such, and some words look really stupid.

If you have trouble, just ask me)

Chapter 2: Meetings.

Experiment 631

I jumped as I heard the yell, and when I looked in the direction it came from, my eyes landed on a one eyed hose with legs, a little girl in a red dress, and a creature that looked somewhat like me. Only blue...and much skinnier. I narrowed my eyes as Jumba walked into the room and stood next to the One eyed Hose.

"That, Pleakley, is Experiment 631."

The little girl 'wow'ed and the blue...dog, I think it was clapped its hands.

Jumba looked at me sternly...or what he thought was sternly. "631, this is Pleakley, Lilo and Stitch." he indicated to each of them in turn.

Stitch pointed at me. "Cousin!"

Huh? What is he on about? Jumba just told him my name. What was this 'Cousin' thing?' I shook my head. "Nah, I'm not Cousin. I'm 631."

Lilo giggled. No, because your an experiment like Stitch, you're one of his Cousins."

I noded, not really interested. Wow. A Cousin. Now I really do feel special. NOT!

The one eyed hose...I mean Pleakley...folded his arms. "What exactly are you designed for?"

I leant back in Jumba's swivel chair and put my arms behind my head. This lanky alien looked like he had the I.Q of a lettuce leaf, so I decided to have a litle fun. "I dunno...Burn stuff?"

"You mean you don't know what you were built for??"

I frowned. "Hey! Do I looklike an Encyclopedia to ya?!" That shut him up.

Stitch snickered behind his hand and I grinned, but I quickly wiped the smile from my face as Jumba spoke up and spoiled my fun. "631 is designed to be annoying peoples with his sarcastic comments and sarcastic voice."

I poked my tongue out at him, but he didn't see it. I know how to spell 'Jumba'. J-E-R-K! "631 is designed to nyah, nyah, nyah..." I mocked in a high squeaky voice.

Jumba glared at me and I grinned smugly. Again.

Ooohhh, I am a pain!

Stitch grinned. "Cousin!" he said, clapping his hands.

"yeah, yeah. I'm a Cousin. Big deal." I rolled my eyes and slid off my chair. I walked over to him and was about to say something when I nocited that everybody was staring at me. Great. It only took me 10 stinky years to figure out what they were all gawking at, and I looked down at myself, then at Stitch. Wow! Compared to him, there was a big...no, wait...massive difference between us.

I stood about three inches taller than him and my fur was a dark green. My chin, stomach, nose, eyepatches, claws on my feet, tips of my ears, palms of my hands and back markings were a fluro green.

My arms and legs were slightly thicker than Stitch's, and my fingers were short, stumpy and clawless. I have three long, thick strands of hair on my head that stick out over my face. I like it. It's very distinguishing, yet hard to describe. You actually have to see it to know what I'm talking about.

But what everyone noticed straight away, besides the colouring, was the size of our middles. Mine was huge! About four times bigger than Stitch's...or about that. Yes. I am very chubby.

I looked up to find Pleakley still gawking at me. I frowned. C'mon. There's tone more interesting things to look at besides me. Cracks in the wall...Bugs...Your own reflection. The list is endless.

Its not like I do any special tricks.

He's still staring!

Doesn't it get annoying when someone stares at you? I mean they just stand there and...stare! Staring. Staring like you're some mutant that's crawled out from under the sink. Well, that is how Pleakley is staring at me!

I frowned. "Hey! Hose boy! If ya had two eyes, ya'd be dangerous! Stop starin' at me!"

Pleakley's antenna drooped and he looked away. Finally! He's found something to look at other than me.

I grinned and turned to go back to my seat when Jumba picked me up by the ears and held me in front on his stupid face. I gulped. He was frowning. Not good. I don't know what's worse. Having one pair of eyes glaring at you, or two. I pick one!

Jumba tightened his grip on my ears. "Don't you ever be talking to My Little One Eyed One like that again!" he growled, pudhing his face in mine so that we were almost nose to nose.

I blinked. "Can I ask a question?"

Jumba glared at me. "What?"

"Since when has Pleakley been your Little One Eyed One?"

Jumba's mouth dropped open. Obviously, he wasn't expecting that question. I am such a pain.

I looked at Pleakley. He had an interested look on his face. I wonder what he's thinking?

Holding back a laugh, I turned back to my Oh So Genius Creator. His mouth was still hanging open. In all seriousness...I could stick my whole head in there! "Well?" I asked.

He blinked as if coming out of a trance. "Well what?"

I folded my arms. Is this guy stupid?! "Since when has Pleakers been your Little One Eyed One?"

"Don't call me 'Pleakers'!"

Jumba stared at me for a second, before frowning again. "Is not the point."

"Yes it is!"

"Besides, is not being your business!" he jabbed me in the chest as he said 'your'.

I frowned. "No, I'm just curious. How did he become Your Little One Eyed one?"

My creator glared at me. "Is none of your business 631!" he shook me by my ears.

Ow! Oww! OWWW! I swear, I'll sue him if my ears come off!

Below me, I heard Stitch say something, but I couldn't make it out. Partly because Jumba had my ears in his hand and was shaking me like the insane idiot that he was, but whatever he said, made Jumba stop.

I held my head and opened my eyes. Now I'll have to wait for my eyeballs to stop rolling around. i yelped when I saw Jumba's face. His eyebrow was raised, and he had a smug little grin on his face. "You are lucky that 626 is telling Jumba to stop shaking you."

I gulped.

"Otherwise Jumba wouldn't have stopped."

Slowly, I nodded, wincing as my ears twinged painfully.

Jumba narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on my ears. Again. Enough with my ears!! He chuckled when he saw me wince. Geez, he's evil. "Now, we are to be getting a few things right 631."

I rolled my eyes, hoping Jumba wouldn't see. He didn't.

"Firstly, you are to be listening to Jumba, Little Girl, Pleakley or 626."

I folded my arms angrily. I'd just been activated this morning and now I have rules!? Oh joy. I could think of a billion and one fun things to do besides folllow these stinky rules!

"Secondly. You are not to annoy Jumba."

Awww...My main targets gone. Oh well. I really don't know why he made that rule up. He knows I'm gonna break it!

"And thirdly..."

"Firdly I get to do what I want, when I want and not have to listen to you?"

Jumba frowned. "No. Thirdly, if you are going out anywhere on Island, you are to be having role of Little Girls dog like 626." he dropped me on the floor and I landed on my patooki.

Ouch! Luckily I'm practically indestructable...Or I hope I am. If I'm gonna live with someone whose gonna drop me every chance he gets, I wanna be indestructable!!

I watched as Jumba turned towards the door. "Jerk." I mettered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He spun around with his hands balled into fists. "What was that?!"

"Nutin;" I answered, grinning.

He glared at me.

I glared back

He glared some more before turnong ang opening the door. Finally, he's going! I won't have to spend anymore time in the same room as him. I climbed to my feet and winced. Who knew being dropped on your keister hurt so much!

As I headed back towards the swivel chair, Jumba poked his fat head into the room. "Remenber 631. You are being dog."

I scowled.

"And be getting out of Jumba's room!"

I clenched my fists angrily and stomped towards the door. As I passed Jumba, I flattened my ears back against my head and glared up at him.

He frowned. "Dog." he said firmly.

Growling words that I'm not allowed to repeat, I dropped forward into my hands and stalked down the stairs. Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk down stairs when your stomach practically drags on the floor!? Its very hard.

Jumba followed with a triumphant smirk. I hate his face!

I looked up as Stitch slid down the banister and landed next to me. "It's ok 631." he said smiling. "Is naga that bad being Lilo's dog."

I rolled my eyes. "Uhh, yeah. Opinions may vary.

Behind me, Jumba nudged me with his foot. Knowing what it meant, I hunched my shoulders angrily and frowned. "Woof."

He smiled, folding his arms. "Much better."

Awww...Poor 631.

He doesn't like Jumba.

Jumba doesn't like him.

Oh well.

I guess they're even!

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