Now, on the other side of this, Lilo and Stitch might have never found out about 471 if not for that Jumba decided to spend the day organizing experiment files, by ability this time. Lilo decided to help, or at least watch. Stitch soon joined her, and Jumba's job was spiced up by constant questions about experiments that they hadn't reformed yet, and even some they had. After sorting Topper, they came across a certain number that ignited Lilo's flammable curiosity.
"Number 471? What does that one do?"
"471….." mused Jumba, his many eyes closing in thought. "Is failed experiment. Supposed to create multicolored lights to blind others. In fact, light does nothing but be annoying and wake people up."
"Why would you need 471 if Topper already lights up?"
"Little girl makes good point. Experiment 471 specifically designed to ruin sight, not just be nuisance. Also, 471 is selective about where light comes from. Sometimes is ears, sometimes is fingers, sometimes is even coming from nose. Since failed in original function, I be giving 471 advanced language capabilities, so actually be doing something useful.
"Cool."
Jumba continued to sort the experiment profile, then suddenly turned around to face the departing Lilo and Stitch.
"I was for getting to tell little girl something. I had created program for telling whether or not experiments active, but it was lost in computer until I decide to organize."
"Really? What does it say about 471?"
"It says 'Active'."
Nani grabbed Lilo and Stitch by the shoulders as they attempted to run out the door.
"Where are you two going?" she asked, eying them suspiciously.
"To catch an experiment," replied Lilo, trying to wriggle out of her older sister's grasp.
"Not so fast," still holding firmly on the two shoulders in her hands. "What does this one do?"
"Nothing," answered Stitch.
"Nothing?"
"Nope," explained Lilo. "She's broken."
"Are you sure?" Nani was still wary.
"Sure!" Lilo and Stitch chimed, and in a flash they were out the door.
Gantu had just come back from a long morning of experiment hunting tired, sore, and more than a little annoyed about coming home empty handed. Stumbling over something in his way, he found 625 making a sandwich. No surprises there.
"I didn't find experiment 471," he grumbled, flopping down in a chair.
"Well I wouldn't think so," remarked 625, indicating something behind him. "You nearly squashed her back there."
Turning around, he saw a small experiment sitting on the floor, rubbing her vibrantly colored head.
"Here," said 625, tossing 471 the sandwich he had just finished. "Catch."
"Thanks," she replied, taking a bite. "No wonder you ate these all the time. They're good." Spotting Gantu reaching for the capsule on his back, beams of light shot out of 471's back.
"Wait!" she cried. "We had a deal!"
Gantu stopped, mid-reach.
"Deal? What deal?" he asked, a look of puzzlement on his face.
"A deal I made with her," 625 interjected.
"But-Dr. Hamsterveil-"
"Wouldn't want a failed experiment," finished 471, licking the last bit of bread from her fingers.
"What do you mean 'failed'?"
"As in I can't do anything except be a living nightlight."
"Dr. Hamsterveil isn't afraid of the dark, is he?" asked 625 from behind them.
"I hope not," replied 471. "That might ruin his image."
"Now," said Lilo, slinking through the thick underbrush, "if I were a failed experiment, where would I go?" Stitch shrugged.
"I don't either!" moaned Lilo, leaning against a nearby tree. "This is going nowhere."
"Ih."
"Maybe we should ask Jumba where she went. He'd know, right?" Stitch shrugged again.
"Ugh! I guess we'd better go home. Maybe something will happen tomorrow."
Eventually, 471 got her way. Allowed to stay (but with some limitations), she was careful to listen to everything the guys had to say about life on Earth. She was especially interested in the little girl and reformed experiment they spoke of, but every time she asked about them, she was answered with warnings and advice on how to avoid the two. She wondered why such a big guy like Gantu was scared of such a little girl. Later in the day, 471 was bored of all the horror stories.
"I'm going exploring!" she shouted over her shoulder as she exited the ship.
"Be careful," her companions chorused from the kitchen.
"Why should I?" she replied. "They probably don't even know I exist."
Lilo and Stitch ance again had begun the search. Jumba's advice was little help, as he had instructed them to look near large bodies of water. Gee, thought Lilo. That helps. Still, when they heard the sound of a waterfall nearby, they instinctively followed the sound. Suddenly, Stitch's ears detected footsteps and a rustling.
"Cousin," he whispered to Lilo, extending his extra arms, spikes, and antennae.
Coming into a small clearing, 471 was shocked to see the blue, four- armed experiment and young black-haired girl she'd been told so much about. Barely registering the leaping Stitch, she was instantly ablaze with neon light before falling to the ground in a faint.