A/N: First chapter of the new year. Meep.
Lilo
& Stitch Go To Japan
Chapter 6: Magic and Mystery
"Oooo…"
"What
is it this time?" breathed 419.
"Another
magic box!"
"Congratulations,
you've found the fridge."
Pleakly
stared at her with a look of disbelieving defiance.
"But…
I ate all the raviolis last night… and they re-appeared!"
"OK,
I'm not even going to bother… Jumba?"
Jumba
took his head out of a box of a box of jumbo-sized mini-corndogs.
"What?"
"Can
you please tell Pleakly that this is not, as he claims, a
magic box!"
"Of
cause it is not being."
419
sighed.
"Thank
you…"
"It
is being food materialiser!"
"What?"
"We
have those on ship! They are creating food out of proton molecules…
er, 419… why are you banging head against wall?"
"Oh
my GOODNESS!"
"It's
terrible!"
"It's
horrible!"
"It's…"
"OK,
yo, I get it!"
426
slowly stumbled out of Jumba's room.
"What
happened…"
"Well,
thanks to my older sister, I got the bottom bunk…"
"And
what's wrong with that?" asked Lilo. "I got the bottom bunk in
my room…"
"Y'all
don't understand… Jumba was in the middle."
"Ouch…"
"Ooo…"
"That
gotta hurt!"
"So…
is there any particular reason you're all standing around?"
Everyone
turned his or her head. 419 was walking down the hall, head down, PDA
in hand.
"By
the way, Jumba, I found your handheld…"
She
looked up and met with the stares of most of her extended family
(excepting Jumba, who was at this moment getting more mini-corndogs.)
"Er…
OK… where's Jumba…"
A
small gleam appeared in Stitch's eye. 419 didn't like the look of
it, nor the look 426 was giving her at the moment.
"Um…
I'll just… go now…"
She
quickly slipped into the kitchen and double-locked the door.
"Hey,
419... why are you in so much rushing?"
"Can't
talk... must run... er, Jumba, you don't want to open that door..."
"Why
not?"
"Well..."
Jumba
opened the door.
And
through rushed 626, followed closely by Pleakly (trying to catch
626), 426 (trying to catch 419), Lilo (trying to catch Stitch and
a 'northern banshee', whatever that was), and Nani (trying to
catch Lilo).
"Um...
that's why."
"Get
her!" shouted 426.
"Get
him!" yelled Lilo.
"Get
back here right this instant!" exclaimed Nani.
"Get
out of my kitchen!" cried... some guy dressed in white.
"Who
are you?"
The
chief chef had arrived on the scene to see his kitchen – his
beautiful, marvellous, spotless kitchen - being ravaged and ransacked
by three dogs, a young girl, a teenager, a hat stand, and a hippo.
"I
am the head chef of this hotel. Out! Now!"
"And
next time you want a snack, wait for lunch!"
The
chef slammed the door behind him and wiped his brow. Sure, it was bad
enough when those 'ducks' ate all the ice-cream last week,
but now what was he to say? That aliens ate all the jumbo
mini-corndogs? Or maybe he was finally losing it. Where did he
put that resignation form?
Meanwhile,
about 2 km away, in an ordinary suburban house, an alarm clock rang.
And a hand blindly grouped for the 'snooze' button.
Now,
most hands are attached to arms, arms to shoulders, shoulders to
people, unless said hand, arm, shoulder or person was somehow
detached in a painful but no doubt humorous manner. This particular
hand, however, was attached to an arm, a shoulder, and a
person, and this person was named Sakura.
"Just
five more minutes..."
"Rise
and shine, sleepyhead," called a voice from the corridor. Sakura
instinctively ducked as two pillows came flying her way.
"C'mon,
squirt, up and at'em… It's only about 8:13..."
"8:13!"
The large mess that was her bedding fell in a heap on the floor, as
Sakura leaped (or rather, stumbled) out of bed, tripped over her
laundry basket and fell at her oniisan's feet. Only now did
she think to check the clock. It read 7:47.
"Tori!"
"Well,
it got you up, didn't it? Early to bed, early to rise..."
Sakura
groaned.