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More wonderment...

Chapter 11: More Arguements!

Pleakley

I slammed my magazine shut and glared at Jumba. He was sitting across the table from me, arms folded, and looking into the living room at Cosmo and Rhanee. The two 'Genius Creations' as he calls them, were arguing...again. And I was sick of it!

"Hey! Get off my side of da couch, 399!"

"I'm kinda stuck to you Cosmo, so thats why I'm on 'your' side of the couch!"

I glared at Jumba, and he slowly turned his head to look at me. Probably because he could feel the venom in my glare.

He sighed. "Am not wanting to hear it Pleakley. " he grumbled, waving his hand. "Am knowing what you are going to say."

I inwardly. Trust Jumba to know what I was going to say. He knows I hate it when he creates his little monsters, and with him being an Evil Genius and such, you neer know what he'll do next.

"JUMBA! 399'S TOUCHIN' ME!!"

Jumba put his head in his hands and sighed. "What are you wanting Jumba to be doing about it?"

"Oh, I dunno. Maybe...UNSTICK US!!"

I hid my smile behind my hand as Jumba glared at his creation. I could tell that Cosmo was starting to frustrate him. I leant across the table and peered into the living room. Cosmo was sitting on the lounge with his ears flattened back against his head, glaring at Jumba. I have to say he looks insane when he does that.

I frowned as he turned his angry glare on me. "Hey Pleakers. Tell Mr. Evil Genius to unstick us before I take his lab coats for a ride in the blender!"

Rolling my eye, I sat back down. Cosmo did have a point though. I know how annoying it is to be stuck to someone. After all...I was stuck to Jumba when Link was actvated, and it was not fun. I glanced at Jumba. He was leaning back in his chair with his arms folded and a thoughtful expression on his face.

I swallowed nervously. "Uhh...Jumba?"

"Mmmm?"

"I'm...I'm just wondering. How long will it take for you to fix your Magnet Reverse?"

The quelta Quanian slowly turned his head to glare at me angrily. "Oh, yes Pleakley. Be siding with 631."

I shook my head. "No! I'm not siding with anyone. I'm just--"

"Just siding with Jumba's creation! How nice." Jumba waved his hands in the air. "Jumba's Little One Eyed One is siding with his sarcastic experiment!"

I frowned. "I am NOT! All I wanna know is how long it'll take you to fix your invention!" I was suddenly on my feet and leaning across the table. "I'm just sick of Cosmo complaining, and you sitting around doing nothing about it!"

Jumba blinked stupidly. I think he was shocked by my sudden angry outburst. He narrowed his eyes at me. "So now the truth is coming out." he said, his voice dangerously low. He stood up sharply, knocking his chair to the floor, and stormed towards the door. He paused with his hand on the handle and turned to me, still frowning. "Am knowing now that whatever Jumba is doing is never good enough." he flung the door open and stomped out of the room, leaving he staring at the doorframe with a guilty feeling forming in the pit of my stomach

"Nice move Noodle Boy!" Cosmo called from the living room. "Keep dat up, and ya might get da message across."

I frowned, picking up my magazine and chucking it at him.

"Oww! Dat got ne in da head, ya loser!"

W00T

Poor Jumba. Pleakley can be a little bit mean sometimes...