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"Slinky?" The partially bipedal alien spoke.
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"It's fun for a wonderful toy…" Alyssa, the little girl her father had called her, sang now.
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Stitch wrinkled his nose, licked over it to create a slick slather of saliva-mucus mix, then turned back to the project at claw. But, as he started over for the tools shelve on the aisle, a shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. Stitch grit his teeth and turned his undivided attention back to the little pin-thin hole of the plastic tan wall. He waited for a while, his liquid blue eyes following the up and down cha-cling- cha-clink of the silver wiry device.
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"Eh…" The martian hesitated as the suit-wearing father boxed the toy up and a ho-hum-looking, inventory-taking man started packing up the rest and placing them on the shelf.
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He hopped over the separated pathways easily and landed spottily behind a boxed wall of baby dolls. With the departing tone of voices being used and the small ring of the bronze-colored tinker bell hanging above the entrance, Stitch crossed the limited space behind all of the little girl's toys and then made his way over in what he considered a big discovery.
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How could a piece of springy tin bring so much joy to someone?
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"Hmm." Stitch considered it. He rubbed his chin and circled it a few times. There was not any real thing special about it; it was just a regular-looking piece of metal in a box carton.
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Still intrigued, Stitch picked it up and shook it. The piece of metal rattled inside. He let a small grin cross his face and shook it again. The rattling reminded him of his first and to Stitch the best Christmas he had ever had with his new family. He recalled the excited, lit –up expression on Lilo's face whenever she would open a present; her excited proclaims.
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Feeling a little bit teetered off from his original path, Stitch placed the box gently back on the shelf and brushed off his musty blue fur that he figured must have come from the very back of the doll boxes. He started back over the shelves and then was about to climb over the space between the boxes and plastic blockade when he realized something disturbing. The movable area inside of the packaged toys and the tan wall was without dust blemish.
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"Where is 626?" Jumba complained as he paced back and forth. He shook his head; leave it to his creation that couldn't choose a clear-cut path to follow to get distracted from his evil-geniusing. The large alien made a grunt of impatience and then headed on into town.
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People turned gawking eyes on the blue-furred creature as he raced down the dirt trail, if it was because they coveted his free-wheeling amusement at the simplistic toy or if they all just couldn't phantom how a dog could run upright Stitch didn't know, nor did he let himself care that much of what they thought. He scampered down another turn and was surprised to find the little girl Alyssa from before turning to go up into a story-tale, and four story-tall home. His ears swerved up in anticipation of this, and for the first time in the ten years since he had settled down with Angel, Stitch felt ready for a new adventure.
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To be continued…
AN: And yes, for anyone wondering, I am taking this story in an unusual direction. ;)