Lilo
& Stitch Go To Japan
Chapter
Three: The Girl
"Wake
up!"
"Go
wake someone else up…"
"Everyone
else is awake! We need to leave the plane now!
"We're
on a plane? Where is being house? Am I blowing it up again?"
Suddenly
it all came back to him.
"OK…"
Jumba
got up clumsily. The pilot continued to stare at him.
"Now,
where are we being again?"
"Japan."
That
is being right… Jap's Pan…
"Ah,
is good to be being in fresh air again!"
Jumba
stretched his arms.
"So,
where is little one-eyed one taking us to stay?"
"Don't
worry, a taxi will be here in about half an hour… meanwhile,
there's a park over there…"
Lilo
ran on ahead, looking for Stitch, who had mysteriously disappeared
after landing.
"Oomph!"
Lilo
had run into someone. A girl.
Memo to self: keep one's eyes ahead of
ones body…
She
brushed herself off.
"Aloha…"
"Er…
ohayoo gozaimasu."
The
girl held out her hand. Lilo shook it.
She
looked the girl over. She had long brown hair and large turquoise
eyes. She had donned a scarlet t-shirt, a short white dress and a
funny bird-beak necklace.
"Sorry
'bout that… have you seen my… er… blue furred ectoplasmic
detection dog?"
"Yeah,
he went that way. Hope you find him… Well… sayonara…"
"See
ya 'round!"
Lilo
ran off in the direction the girl had pointed in.
As
she walked, she thought she heard a voice coming from the girl's
backpack. But she shook it off as a delusion of her paranoid mind.
"Stiiiitch!
Where are you?"
Lilo
spotted a hot-dog stand.
Hmm…
I wonder…
She
went round the back. Stitch was sucking up the mustard.
"Stitch…"
"Er…
hot-dog?"
Just
then, Nani called across the park.
"Lilo!
The taxi's here!"
"…and
then a zombie grabbed him!"
Nani
sighed. Why was it her that was cursed with this burden?
OK,
so Lilo was OK. But then there was Mr Destructo, AKA Stitch. Who knew
how much money he'd cost them in Japan…
And,
of cause, there's Jumba. No, it's not just the food, but
his wacky inventions as well! They should come with a slip saying
Guaranteed to put a hole in your wall or your money back!
And
of cause, there was Pleakly. Honolulu was bad enough, but Japan was
supposed to be the fashion capital of the world!
Oh
well. Maybe Pleakly had learned to cut back on the extravagant (read:
expensive) stuff. Maybe Jumba had learned to cut back on the evil
evilness. Maybe Stitch was less destructive.
And
maybe I should have paid insurance…
"OK,
here we are! That'll be 200 yen."
"200?
Isn't that a bit much?"
"No,
Nani, 200 yen is roughly equivalent to a dollar over in the US."
Pleakly
smiled and gave the taxi driver a few leafy-green banknotes.
"Er…
Pleakly, how did you know that?"
"I
read the travel brochure! It's fascinating…"
They
walked up the steps into the hotel.
"Did
you know that though its true name is Japanese, this neighbourhood is
nicknamed after it's elementary school, which surprisingly has an
English name? If only I could remember what it was… anyway, this
suburb is one of the most English-speaking areas in Japan!"
"I'm
sure it's fascinating," replied Nani.