Chapter 5
New Lives Born
ElectricCircuslover: Okay, I'm quite happy with myself that I updated so quickly. Since I've been having trouble with my asthma and I got mad at two of my friends (nobody on the internet) I had some down time to work on this story. It was going to make this chapter longer, but I decided to stop on page 22 only because I'm making my chapters too long and I'm pretty sure you guys need some air. Yeah, the reason why I'm doing so much writing is because instead of working on two character's lives, I have to work on three different lives. Stitch and Angel, Sandy, and Carmon. Soooo…I have to try and give them all equal time. However, this chapter isn't quite the case. I did more of Sandy than anyone else (at least in my opinion) however, something important happens in Carmon and the Pelekai and Petals household so I think that kinda balances that out.
By the way thanks Kitten630 for telling me the manager's name. It's been sooooo long since I've seen a Lilo and Stitch episode. Almost a year or two TT
I would also like to thank chickenlover for understanding too. I worry all the time (and my brain and skull as fused together so my interpretation is a bit off) I appreciate that alot.
I think this is a pretty decent chapter. Now, I won't be working on the next chapter for quite awhile because I owe a friend on Deviantart a story. So I want to concentrate on all my imagination and writing on that. He did me a drawing in return for a story, so I'm going to give him a story (in order for him to submit the drawing I have to submit him his story and I like it that way. I'm dedicated to fairness and patience, those one of my strong beliefs).
Do enjoy!
"I can't believe Sandy would go…" Stitch stopped talking as he noticed another slice in Angel's flesh, "That bastard! It wasn't Sandy at all! it's Shadow Stitch!" Stitch realized, trying to shake Angel up.
Her eyes opened up. She made an evil smile and grabbed Stitch's throat, "We meet again, brother. We should really stop meeting like this because I have better things to do than posses your fat cow of a wife. You're really fortunate that I don't want to be in the body, very fortunate indeed. But, I can at least give you a message; yes a message for my pathetic brother. I can't kill your beloved witch because she's carrying four lives, that would break the rules and I would love to keep my powers for the next victim on my list. When your bitch gives birth, it's over. I'll kill her and I'll move onto Lilo and everyone else. I'll make you last on my list so everyone around you can just die. Wouldn't that be fun?" Shadow Stitch squeezed harder, "Until then, I'll be waiting anxiously," he chuckled and the grip weakened considerably.
Angel fell on her side, crying from all the damage to her body.
"I can't keep doing this," Spring came out of nowhere, putting her ghostly paws on no particular wound and surrounding it in a blue light, making Angel scream in pain in the midst of this.
"Is everything alright?" Lilo wondered, poking her head in the doorway.
"Things will be alright, Lilo, but we need some towels to clean this mess," Spring assured.
"Will, do," she ran off.
"Will she be okay?" Stitch asked, not keeping is eye off Angel's cringing face.
"She'll be okay. Angel will be very weak due to the loss of so much blood, but everything will be 'A' okay. I checked on your kids too and they're going to do just fine," Spring noted, putting her hands on the outline of Coco's face.
"Hey, that's really cold!" Coco complained, shifting his body around.
"Well, I'm sorry. Some things are more important than your discomfort at this moment," Spring growled, making a rip on Angel's stomach go away.
"I totally didn't pay attention to him. Angel…Why? You know how much I distaste this. Why do you insist on eating the poor guy, I mean, he's got a life of his own too? And I would very much appreciate it if we didn't have an audience for your 'pain' problem," Stitch said soothingly, grabbing his mate's paw and stroked it.
Angel began to tear up, "I'm sorry to you both. I didn't mean to do it, it kinda just happened that way. When I see or smell chocolate, I just feel extreme desire to eat it."
"But, Angel, he's not the real thing. Coco only smells like chocolate because of his genetic make-up, it's not the real thing."
"Actually, Stitch, my fur IS made out of chocolate. It's the real deal, but you don't see me eating it," Coco noted.
"Hey, lunch, I'm trying to help you out here. Don't go and fill her head with more reasons to put you in there," Stitch said sternly.
"Um, sorry. Um , yeah, I taste bad, no good, fake chocolate, I make people fat," Coco went along with Stitch, who just shook his head with disbelief.
"How long has he been in there?" Stitch complained.
"Since this afternoon, I pretty sure his fur and pajamas pants have been digested and turned to milk by now," Angel sat up, getting some help from Stitch.
"Poor guy even lost his pants. Well, this is getting ridiculous Angel. You know how mad this makes me?"
"The kind of mad that makes you want to hit me?" Angel began to tear up even more.
"Now, you know better. It just frustrates me very much. I really don't want to be the guy known to have an out of control bugee bu. I'm pretty sure our kids don't want to have a 'Coco Munchie' for a mother, right?" Stitch hugged her.
(Coco rolls his eyes at the 'Coco Munchie' part)
"I don't want them paying for my chocolate crave. I promised Coco earlier, I would stop and I'm going to make you the same promise. I'll never do it again," Angel promised, rubbing her cheeks against Stitch's.
"So far all the wounds are gone. I feel so weak for doing this. You are so lucky to have a person like me. You don't realize how lucky you are," Spring fell on her back, feeling tired and weak.
"And I'll always be thankful for your help, Spring. I wouldn't be here without you," Angel thanked her, breaking from her hug with Stitch.
"I have those towels. Sorry it took long, had a hard time getting them," Lilo cam running in with a small stack.
"Thanks very much, Lilo, it's very much appreciated, "Angel thanked, beginning to get some of the blue blood off her.
Angel sighed, "This isn't going to work as well as intended to be, I'm going to take a bath. The sheets, blankets, and my pillow will have to go in the washing machine to get cleaned too. This leaves us with nothing but your pillow, Stitch," Angel complained.
"I could share a blanket for tonight," Lilo offered.
"We would enjoy that. Now, would like to have my spare nightgown and take a nice bubble bath," Angel smiled, trying to get off of the bed with the assistance of Stitch.
"Here Angel, I'll help you," Stitch quickly went to the dresser next to the door, opened the bottom drawer, grabbing what she wanted.
"It's okay Stitch. I can do it," She said softly, being picked up and carried off by her mate.
"Anything to help my, Angel," Stitch happily said, leaving the room with her.
"Is it just me, or did I see the shape of Coco on Angel's stomach?" Lilo wondered.
"Unfortunately for Coco, yep, he's in there," Spring sighed.
"Poor guy," Lilo shook her head.
(In the jungle)
Sandy kept crying, all the love she had towards Stitch finally deteriorated into nothing. Her dreams, crushed to a pulp and the words Stitch said really hurt inside. What was even worse is he thought he inflicted harm onto Angel. Sandy knew she hated Angel, but seeing her get mauled like that made her sick inside, too much guilt weighing down on her conscious. She cried and cried so more, hoping someone would make her feel better.
"Who am I trying to persuade? I'm alone now. My future went down the tubes along with my hopes and dreams. I guess I'm a failure at love too. I have no home, no food, I've lost the respect of the ones that loved me, I'm doomed. D-O-O-M-E-D! It's all over for me. Bye, bye future. I should just hang myself with what little dignity I have left," Sandy cried into her paws.
She heard a twig snap and was wrapped up in a net. Sandy didn't bother to struggle as she was put in the capsule. She didn't feel the need to even try any more.
"Ha-ha! I finally got you. You're going to fetch me a pretty paycheck," Gantu said triumphantly.
"Go ahead. I don't care, my life's over anyway," Sandy sadly said, keeping her head lowered.
"Hmm, no nasty comments? No trouble or shaking fists of rage? This must be my lucky day!" Gantu said joyfully, putting her capsule on his back.
He ran off before his nemesis found him, continuing down the dark jungle, nearly tripping and falling on some logs in the process. Gantu finally made it to his ship.
"I finally caught a useful experiment for Dr. Hamsterviel. Maybe I'll get a bonus for this one being extra useful," Gantu told 625, who just sat on a chair looking watching the television.
"And I suppose this one makes the toilet back up or maybe it spreads mold on food," six-two-five laughed, turning his chair to Gantu.
His smile quickly turned into a deeply worried look as he the experiment in the capsule look so glum, while Gantu put her on the teleporter.
"Ha, you wish. This one can teleport, lift one thousand times its own weight, turn in invisible, and fire twenty different types of weaponry from its paws. I'm glad to have caught it again," Gantu laughed, ready to press the button.
"NOOOO!" six-two-five bellowed, actually getting off of the chair and ran over to Sandy, pushing her capsule out of the way.
"What was that for! This experiment is money, funds we are lacking at the moment! I'm going to send that Experiment whether you like it or not six-two-five," Gantu growled.
"No you ain't chief. I've got nobody to love me but you. This experiment means a lot to me and I'm not going to let you just send her away from me. Have you ever stopped to think that I have feelings too. I'm in love and there is nothing you can say or do to make me change my feelings towards her," six-two-five teared up, unleashing his feelings for the first time.
Sandy was taken aback from what she heard. She began to feel that maybe it wasn't all over. Maybe a new beginning, a new future, a new heart to have with hers. Though, she still felt bad what Stitch had told her, but what this yellow Experiment said made her change her outlook. Maybe this Experiment is what she was after, not Stitch. It didn't matter, because she felt happy again. Sandy teleported next to six-two-five and gave him a hug along with a deep kiss, which was returned the yellow sandwich maker.
"So much for this paycheck," Gantu stormed to his room, leaving the two lovebirds alone.
"I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I was mean and inconsiderate, but I learned the error of my ways and I'm glad to have you love me," Sandy apologized, giving him another kiss with tears flowing from her eyes.
"Well…I'm glad to have met you. I couldn't deny it any longer. I'm in love with you and I hope you feel the same way towards me," his eyes met hers.
"I do and I'm willing to stay with you all the way to the end. By the way, I never got your name," Sandy wondered.
"I'm Experiment six-two-five. I've got all the powers of Stitch, but I don't like to use them. I spend all my time making sandwiches. My personal favorite would be a Rueben sandwich, only because I love the classics, well, when it comes to sandwiches that is. I suppose you're Experiment six-two-two that was mentioned earlier on the Experiment Indicator? " six-two-five pointed at the machine that once housed all the experiment pods at one time. (I still don't know what the darn thing is called, but this seems to be the closest thing to a name I can get)
"That stupid machine is still around? I thought it would break after I threw a brick at it. I warned Jumba that I wasn't going into that thing, but that fat oaf snuck a sleeping pill in my breakfast. Cheap trick in my opinion. Anyways, yes I'm Experiment six-two-two but I was named Sandy by Stitch, who told me the real reason he named me that way was because I remind him of you. But you know what? I don't care, because I'm glad to have found a person that appreciates me and besides, seeing you is like seeing a reflection of myself, only altered in many ways, and I can deal with that. And since you don't have a name for yourself, I'm naming you Rueben, because this reminds me of a classic love scene from a movie, and besides, you said that Rueben was a classic and you're a class 'A' classic. I suppose Sandwich would be a last name you would want too," Sandy chuckled.
"Thanks Sandy, that means a lot to me. But why have a last name? I mean, it's not like we're going to have anything special happen, so why need it?" Rueben shrugged.
"Well, I'm thinking ahead," Sandy blushed, clasping her paws together.
"Oh my…" he blushed.
Sandy chuckled, "Yep, I would like to have kids and I'm sure the school system would like it if they had full names, along with the parents. Don't worry, Rueben Sandwich, we can plan much later," Sandy said with a sly smile.
"How about tonight, Sandy Sandwich?" Rueben chuckled, talking in a sly voice.
"How about we get to know each other first. Don't want to just jump into the climax of the story without reading the beginning, right?" Sandy smiled.
"I guess you're right, Mrs. Sandwich," Rueben hugged her, embracing another kiss.
(At the Surf Shack)
Carmen was really enjoying herself. The only jobs she really had was putting a particular fruit into the blender and mix it with the tiny ice fragments in the large cup, after it was all mixed and shook up by Richter, which she delivered them to a particular table outside to Richter's paying experiment customers.
Even though it was late out, she didn't see Chopsuey anywhere in the crowd of cousins. Though, she did meet quite a few cute experiments, but majority of them were accompanied by their pregnant bugee bu's. Even though she got nasty looks from them earlier today, Carmen got a lot of smiles from them now, accepting her as a friend and not a male stealing woman.
"Can I take a five minute break?" Carmen asked the busy Richter.
"Sure. Thanks to you, everything is running smoothly. Go ahead, you've earned it," Richter smiled, nodding his head 'yes.'
She left the fruit drink pub and found an empty table around the back, setting all four of her elbows on the table and looked up at the stars that hovered around the full moon.
"Well, maybe he won't come tonight because he's busy with something important? Or maybe he doesn't feel like coming up here tonight?" She sighed, looking up at the big moon.
She waited and waited, giving up on waiting after waiting quite awhile. Carmen hopped off of the chair, but her upper right paw was seized by a very large paw.
"Hello, baby. Remember me? The one who was beaten by your friend? Well, I forgive you," Kixx said slyly, groping her rear.
"Don't touch me!" She slapped his face.
He growled and slapped her back, making her cry. Immediately after he did that, someone rammed him into the table, beating Kixx's face in with his four green thin arms.
"So you like to hit women, huh? Don't like being hit, huh, Kixx?" A green skinny version of Stitch with a yellow Mohawk, snarled while punching his face in.
"I-I-I didn't mean too," Kixx struggled, spitting up yellow blood.
"Lie to me again, and I'll rip your balls off and put them in a fast food sack. I didn't soften up like, Stitch, so I WILL do it! Do I make myself clear or do I have to feed you another one of my fists" The experiment snarled again, giving him another punch to the face.
"Um-" Kixx began to talk, but was cut off when the experiment stomped on his groin.
"'Um' ain't good enough. Continue this path I'll make sure you'll never have to worry about YOUR sex drive. I'll make sure that the only thing you'll have left is a wooden stick to replace it. So cut the crap and give me a better answer than 'um' because I have a very nasty temperament on my shoulders," he snarled deeper.
"Okay Chopsuey. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again as long as I live. I give, I surrender, I apologize for everything!" Kixx cried out.
"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to her!" Chopsuey grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and forced to him to face a teary Carmon.
"I'm sorry, baby-" Kixx tried to apologize, but was jabbed in the back with another fist.
"Say it in more civilized way," Chopsuey growled.
"Ma'am I'm sorry I hit you. I was nasty, rude, and above all, I was a senseless male trying to prove his dominance over the opposite sex. I will never treat you like that again," Kixx apologized and was thrown to the ground.
"Good job, Kixx. Now, if I so much catch you with another female Experiment against her will or hear another report, I'll burn down your home with you in it. Capiche? " Chopsuey warned, getting a dirty look from Kixx.
"Do you want me to gauge out those eyes because that CAN be arranged?" Chopsuey growled, walking up the muscular purple Experiment, who just backed away in fear.
"No, Chops. I just have something in my eyes that's all," Kixx smiled nervously.
"BEAT IT!" Chopsuey commanded, which made the purple experiment run in fear.
"Thank you so very much!" Carmon grabbed Chopsuey in a hug and cried into his chest.
Chopsuey sighed, "It's not a problem, ma'am. He was watching you for awhile from the window on the left side of the fruit bars So, I figured he was up to no good," he returned the hug, patting her back.
It didn't take long until everyone in the shop began coming out of the shop to see what was all the commotion outside, only to see Carmon crying into Chopsuey's chest, both hugging each other.
"Nothing to see, people. I've got it under control," Chopsuey assured to the large crowed with worried eyes and silently gossiping voices in the midst of the crowd of Experiments.
They all walked off quietly, gossiping and whispering to one another as they all but, Richter, left.
"What went on out here?" Richter inquired, seeing yellow blood on the sand and table.
"Kixx decided to play macho and smack this woman across the face. So I beat him up and made him apologize to her for his actions. That's all," Chopsuey explained, keeping an angry face.
"I'm sorry, Carmon. I don't really know what to really say, but I apologize for not being there for you," Richter apologized.
"It wasn't your fault. It was unexpected, but I'm glad to have the man of my dreams have his arms around me," Carmon looked up at Chopsuey, who made a nervous smile on his blushing face.
"Well…I'll just leave you two alone then," Richter smiled and started going back to his business.
"Hey! Don't leave me out here with her!" Chopsuey yelled, shaking one of his fists, who didn't get a reply, "Look, I'm very happy that you're happy and like me and such, but I'm not looking for a mate. So you're going to have to look for another man, because I'm not ready for love," Chopsuey told her sternly.
"Everyone is ready for love. You just need to believe in yourself, like I believe in you. I've been waiting to meet you all day. I've heard stories about you," Carmen broke off from the hug, wiping her tears away.
"So I got jealous and the girl I wanted to be with rejected me. So what? Having you in my life would be wasting your time because I have no real home, no money, and nobody even cares about me. I'm a flytrap, better run before you get trapped by my failure," Chopsuey lowered his ears and walked away from Carmon.
Carmon growled, grabbed him by the paw and pulled him into a hug, "Look, I understand you're heartbroken, I am too, but I'm more than willing to accept your love if you are willing to accept mine. I don't have much to offer, because I really don't have a home for myself too. A little money from helping Richter, but that's all. If we work together maybe we can build ourselves a home and a brand new life. You need all the love and hope you can get from what I've heard," she said soothingly.
"No. I'm not interested. I'm a waste of time to anyone including someone who is beautiful as you. Just give up on me," Chopsuey broke from the hug and began walking away.
Carmen started crying, watching him walk away from her, "I had hopes for you and now they're ruined. All I want is somebody to love, can't I have just that?" She cried into her paws.
Chopsuey stopped and turned around, seeing Carmon bawling into her paws.
He sighed and walked back to her, "Come on don't be like this. There are other guys out there that are more than capable of your love. I WOULD say 'yes' to having you be my girl, but I don't feel like I'm good enough to take care of anyone," Chopsuey calmly told her, ready to wrap her in a hug but couldn't muster up the guts to do so.
"You are the only one I want in my life. I tried Stitch, but he already has a bugee bu. So, the only one left to fill the hole in my heart is you. Please, give me a try, Chopsuey. I promise to love you and treat you with the respect you deserve. We can help each other make a better life than what we have been given. We could create ourselves a home for us, get a job so we can put food on the table, and have the life most of us are unable to get. Think about it, have you ever wondered what it would like to have a normal life? Have kids, a car, and maybe a family pet. I think about it all the time now," Carmen told him with tears streaming out, pouring all her heart into the words she told him.
Chopsuey stood there silently, thinking really hard and taking her words into consideration.
"Well…I guess I can give love one more try, bugee bu," he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously.
She tackled him to the ground and kissed all over his face, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise I'll love you to the day I die," she thanked him blissfully, still kissing all over his face.
"You're going to put me in an early grave if you don't give me some air to breath," Chopsuey blushed.
"Oh my. I'm sorry. You don't know how happy I am," she got off him, helping him up too.
"Well, next time love me like that in a more private place. You don't know how much our cousins gossip on this island. I really don't want to be known as the guy who got tackled and kissed to death by a female Experiment. I have a reputation and I would like to keep it in tacked," he smiled.
"I guess you're right. Hey, let's go in and get a few drinks. I'm the one supplying the fruit so you can get some free drinks from me," Carmon offered, wiping her tears off.
"I would enjoy that," Chopsuey smiled.
She smiled too and took him inside for a few fruit beverages.
(3 hours later)
"I feel so sick," Carmen complained, looking like she could puke at any moment, "I finally understand why Sandy doesn't like eating my fruit all the time. I'm going to hurl up my insides," Carmen collapsed onto Chopsuey's arms.
"Well, I'm not feeling too hot myself. I hope we can find a place to sleep tonight," Chopsuey woozily said, ready to collapse himself.
"You two can sleep in the back room for tonight. I don't mind at all, just don't touch my orange ball. That's my pride and joy and I would appreciate it if it wasn't puked on either," Richter warned, shaking another fruit drink for a customer.
"Thanks, Richter. Did I ever tell you that you're a real pal?" Chopsuey smiled, looking like a complete drunk.
"About every darn night before you crash on my property," Richter grumbled to himself.
Chopsuey carried Carmon to the back room, nearly tripping over his own two feet in the process. He grabbed some blankets off of a chair in the corner, a large green pillow with the orange ball sitting on top of it, and set them both on the floor with his lower arms. He set her down and covered her up, lying next to her when things were finally situated.
"I love you, Chopsuey," she kissed him.
"I love you too, Carmon," he returned the kiss.
(Back at the Pelekai and Petals household)
"When are you going to make some baby proofing devices? I don't want MY stuff ruined by the hands of a little, little monster," Pleakley complained, sewing together some baby clothes for the big day.
"When Jumba gets around to finishing extra long basement. Experiment two-four-eight and six-thirteen live here too now. Don't know why big bellied experiment won't move in with loud horned experiment's home, would be smart, but no, Experiments want to live here. Bunch of edible bovine meat substance to Jumba," Jumba complained, updating his computer and fixing up his memory.
"Warning! Warning! Creation of B-X is in progress!" His computer started flashing red with the 'WARNING' label in the middle of the screen.
"Whaaa! More B-X's? Which Experiments?" Jumba said in surprise, pressing the computer's buttons as fast as possible.
"Oh my, it's Experiments six-two-one and one-two-three. They're in the process of making some B-Xs. This is fantastic beyond words. To Jumba's surprise, I don't see Experiment six-two-one being so…How we say, affectionate. Who would've thought I would live to see the day Experiment six-two-one, how they say on this planet, get jiggity with it with another experiment. I could make a tear with how Jumba boy is proud of my Experiments," he said happily, ready to make a tear himself.
"Great, more little monsters on this island. Just what this planet needs," Pleakley complained to himself, obviously not enjoying the news.
"Hash pash, you'll enjoy the new little tikeling Experiments. You could have date plays, make more gaudy apparel, and practice taking care of floral plant life in back yard," Jumba chuckled, turning to his one eyed friend.
"That's what you think. I see fighting, wining, my stuff breaking, clawing on priceless fabric, drooling, spitting, chewing, and fire, lot of fire. It'll be like a small riot in this house," Pleakley raised his arms in frustration.
"One eyed noodle, should lay off caffeinated beverages. Tiny brain can't handle logical thinking when consuming caffeine," Jumba laughed.
Pleakley just glared at him and went back to his sewing.
"What's the commotion?" Stitch walked in, a little wet from his bath with Angel.
"Experiments one-two-three and six-two-one are making B-Xs. Oh, and Pleakley's complaining about future with your off-springs," Jumba noted.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES! One down, one more to go. This is so great to hear. This means that only Sandy will bug me and I can easily handle that. I'm so happy I could dance," Stitch cried out in happiness, attempting to moon walk out of the room (which he's doing pretty poorly I must add) and ended up falling down the short set of stairs, "I'm okay!" He called out.
Jumba chuckled to himself, "I see Experiment six-two-six is enthralled by the news too. I imagine Experiment six-two-four would feel the same way, too. Just imagine how much fun homestead will be with Experiment off-springs," he smiled to himself, going back to typing and updating his experiment files.
Pleakley just shook his head in dismay.
Stitch casually walked down the hallway to his room, putting on a happy smile after the news he was just informed off. He walked into his room, closed the door, letting the darkness with the exception of the light emitting from the TV, fill the room.
Angel sat on the bed, eating sandwich bags with grape jelly sandwiches inside the bags for Coco to eat.
"Okay, Coco, dinners coming your way. Just have to wait for awhile to receive it," Angel insured, seeing a 'thumbs up' outline on her belly.
"What are you watchin'?" Stitch asked, hopping on the bed and sat with his beloved Angel.
"Some movie called, 'Independence Day.' I find it insulting in my opinion, but hey, I don't see anything else interesting to watch. We have over two hundred channels, and not one damn thing to watch," Angel crossed her arms, wrapping her antennae around another sandwich bag with a sandwich inside it.
"Don't worry, Angel, there's bound to be something better on TV. Can I have the remote?" Stitch asked, putting the small light blue covers on his legs.
"I don't care. Anything's better than this movie," Angel handed the TV remote to Stitch, eating another sandwich.
Stitch started flipping some channels, naming off some shows with each click. After several channels, Angel had him stop at on the food channel.
Stitch sighed as they explained everything from how to make the chocolate, to dipping various foods, and how to decorate fancy foods chocolate.
Angel began to drool as she watched the television.
"Do you know what, Stitch?" Angel faced her mate, who looked completely bored.
"What, Angel?" Stitch sighed.
"You could sound a little bit more enthused," Angel complained, crossing her arms.
"What do you want me to know, buttercup," Stitch smiled.
"Thanks. Anyway, I was thinking of making chocolate chip cookies tomorrow. I've got the ingredients in the cupboards and those eggs could be used. How does that sound to you?"
"I don't know, Angel. You moving around in the kitchen makes me a little nervous. I don't want to sound rude or anything, but you've been quite clumsy these past few weeks. Kinda nerve wracking to me that's all."
Angel lowered her ears, "…Well, who said I had to be alone? I could have you or someone else help me."
Stitch smiled, "I would like to help. Lilo's taking Spring to Hula School again, so I'm free until she gets out from school. I would be more than happy to help."
"You're so sweet," she smiled, kissing him.
He returned the kiss, giving her a hug in the process.
"Can I have a little ro-mmmmm" Coco was cut off when Angel fell on Stitch, still keeping the kiss.
"Angel, he's really struggling. This really feels awkward for me," Stitch struggled to say the words, feeling Coco move around on his stomach.
Angel growled and showed her teeth.
"I didn't say anything," Stitch said nervously, sounding panicky.
(A few hours later)
Angel was asleep with a big smile on her face. Unfortunately for Stitch, he didn't have that same smile.
"You had to go on and give her that hug in the midst of that kiss. Now I have sandwich all over me. I hope you're pleased with yourself," Coco complained.
Stitch sighed, "I'm sorry. It just happened. Sorry for the experience again. I had no intentions on going down that route," he apologized.
"Well, 'sorry' ain't going to give me a dinner. It's hers now. I'm hungry man, you gotta get her to eat something because I sure am not going to eat this mess," Coco complained, still able to see some of his outline on the light blue blanket.
"I'm afraid if I wake her up it might happen again. I don't know, Angel's unpredictable. I guess-"
"No I'll eat what I can. I don't want THAT again. Just keep her asleep and please roll her over on her side or something when she's lying on top of me. It's bad enough I don't have enough room and I get kicked by your kids in the midst of my problem. I would deeply appreciate that," Coco interrupted.
"Sure thing, pal. Now, Angel's really winded me so I'm going to bed," Stitch turned off the TV letting the darkness control the whole room.
He covered himself up and laid his head down on his pillow he shared with Angel, and faced the opened closet. Angel grabbed him in a hugged and pulled him close, drooling on the back of head.
"Hey Stitch. Whatever happened to the little thing we call 'room'? I'm seriously lacking it," Coco complained.
"She's got me in a hug. Hey, it could get worse. I couldn't count how many times she's slept on top of me or on my back in a hug form," Stitch complained back.
"Don't remind me. Well, I guess this means bed time for me too. By the way, those sandwiches were good, even the ones that were smeared against my face," Coco said sarcastically while yawning.
Stitch sighed and closed his eyes.
(Morning time at the Surf Shack)
"Oh my head. What happened last night?" Chopsuey woke up, having a killer headache.
Carmen had a paw on his chest and her face on his cheek, smiling really big.
"You and Carmen tied the knot last night. I even had to close up shop early because of the noise you two made," Richter chuckled, sitting on the chair with his orange ball on his lap.
Chopsuey's eyes went big and he sat up, laying Carmon's head on the pillow while do so.
"No…We couldn't of…It was only the first night. We were too sick to do 'that.' Please tell me we were dreaming really loudly. Or both of us were complaining on how our stomachs hurt in our sleep. Please tell me a different story," Chopsuey pleaded.
"I'm sorry to say it, but you two made-love in this backroom. You should be happy, Chopsuey. You're going to be a father now, going to have that life you always talked about in the past," Richter smiled at the panicking green, skinny look-alike of Stitch.
"That was when I was in love with Angel and got my heart broken instead. Don't get me wrong, I love Carmen too. I think she's a great person, but…How in the hell am I going to take care of her and kids when I can't even take care of myself. I don't even have a functioning home or money. I just ruined both of our lives," he started crying into his paws.
Richter growled, set his ball on the chair, hopped off, and began smacking him repeatedly, "Stop sounding like a fool. You have to man-up. The o'hana is more than willing to help you out. Stop treating yourself like some ordinary space-garbage and grab a hold of reality," Richter put his hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face Carmen, who still kept her smile in her sleep, "What do you see in her?"
"I see love, commitment, and a desire for a future," Chopsuey sighed.
"Good. She picked you over everyone else because she sees something in you. You know how much she talked about you yesterday? Just to say it lightly, most of the day. She felt you needed some love and somebody to help you out anyway possible. I agree with her, you do need somebody to help you out, because your attitude about yourself stinks to high heaven. Now, I'm thinking about expanding my business, make my own shop for days and nights. I'm willing to pay one of you for your services to the business. Since you're expecting kids now, I can't have both of you because somebody has to stay and look after the kids, whether you or Carmon. But, I'm more than willing to pay regardless. But you've got to help yourselves before I'm willing to go and do that," Richter offered, turning Chopsuey back to Richter's face.
Chopsuey paused for a few minutes, wiping his tears away and sniffled, "You know what? You right, Richter. I've been unfair to myself, and I'm starting to do the same to Carmen. I'll…I'll ask around for help, even Jumba, too. I mean, the o'hana built Angel her 'Heavenly Sweets' shop then maybe they can help us build a home. Heck, I'll contribute to the construction, too," he smiled.
Richter made a big smile and playfully hit his upper right arm, "That's the spirit. That's what I want to hear from you. I'm going to take the day off from Mr. Wong so I can ask around for some help. I don't mind doing this for you because you two need all the help you can get, but think about my offer. Have you two talk about it. I would be overjoyed to have either one of you help me. I mean, you could be my bouncer or Carmen could supply the fruit. Or maybe, when you guys get your home, you could bring her fruit over for mixing. I don't mind at all. I would love to know the answer."
Chopsuey smiled, "We'll talk about it. I'm sure both of us would be happy to work for you. By the way, thanks, Richter. I feel I owe you something for helping me feel better," he shook Richter's paw.
"Seeing her happy and having you feel much better about yourself is more rewarding than money itself. Well…I'm going to scat, now. Got a project to work on, " Richter smiled, breaking the handshake.
"I'm going to have to start, too. This means I've got to wake her up, too," Chopsuey grinned.
Richter chuckled, "Well good luck," he said, giving him a big man hug before walking away.
'How am I going to tell her what we did last night? "Hello, Carmen. Did you know that I basically knocked you up?" I don't know if she's going to kill me or kiss me to death. Either way, we've got to get things situated fast. Who knows how long it'll take before she shows the symptoms or when she gives birth. I don't know anything about this stuff. Why am I thinking this? I'm supposed to wake her up, not play twenty questions in my head,' Chopsuey shook his head.
"Wake up, Carmen. Come on, wake up," he shook her.
She yawned and stretched out, "Good morning, Chopsuey. How come we're up so early?"
"I decided to look for a place to call home early. I just talk to Richter, and well, we're going to have help from the o'hana," Chopsuey helped her up and began folding the covers, tossing them at a corner.
"That's wonderful to hear. I'm ready to start when you are," she yawned again.
"Let's get going, then," he smiled, taking her hand in his.
(Gantu's Ship)
"Sandy, I want to have a sandwich for breakfast. I thought we worked this out last night in bed?" Rueben complained, picking at his scrambled eggs like a child.
"Sandwiches may be great to eat, but eating them all the time is a waste of money. I've made you those scrambled eggs, I suggest you eat them," Sandy growled, sitting on the same chair Rueben sat on while eating her plate of scrambled eggs.
"Can't I at least stick my eggs between two pieces of bread? I'm not used to eating things plain."
Sandy sighed, "For a man, you complain just as much as a woman, and that's sad, even for me," Sandy grumbled.
"Is that a 'yes'?" Rueben wondered.
"Go ahead. But, I would love to see you try and stick two pieces of bread on lasagna tonight."
Rueben groaned, not totally happy with the idea as he grabbed his loaf of bread off of the counter.
"Don't give me your lip. You said before we went to bed, 'that I would sacrifice anything to make you feel right at home,' we'll I'm trying to save money because this is my new home. It's not like you're sacrificing your soul to me. It's only bread for crying out loud."
"A sandwich is like my soul. It's soft, warm, and it's willing to be-"
"Burnt to a crisp," Sandy told him angrily, having a fire ball on the tip of her nails.
"Okay, I'll be quiet and eat my scrambled sandwich," Rueben said in fear, putting his scrambled eggs between the two slices of bread and began eating it.
"Thank you very much," she made a cheerful smiled and kissed his cheek.
'What the heck?' Rueben thought, blushing as he ate his 'sandwich.'
"So, what's the agenda?" he asked her, eating his breakfast.
"Well, I was thinking on doing some exercising so I can keep myself in shape, walk around town so I can get to know some people and try to make more friends. I could also look around for my friend, Carmon and tell her the news. I wonder what she's doing right now. Probably trying to get Stitch. Well…no. She said she would give up on him and said she was after some other guy now. I never caught the name, but I hope she's safe anyway," Sandy ate the last of her eggs.
"I'm sure she's doing fine. Maybe she found her soul-mate by now or maybe another friend," Rueben rubbed her back.
"Thanks, Rueben. That means a lot to me. I'll tell you what. Do you like garlic bread?" Sandy hugged him.
"I do but I don't eat them often."
"Well, I'll make some garlic bread to go along with the lasagna for everyone. How about that?" Sandy smiled, breaking the hug.
Rueben smiled, "I would enjoy that, Sandy."
"Arranged. Now, are you done with your breakfast, or do you have to waste more bread on my scrambled eggs?" Sandy smirked.
"I'm done. I can't eat anymore," he pushed his plate over to Sandy.
"Well, there's only a little bit left. I'll eat it for you and then do the dishes. Could you do me a favor exercise with me? I would love to have an exercise partner," Sandy took his plate and ate the small bit of scrambled egg.
"Um…I guess that wouldn't hurt," Rueben shrugged.
"You're so sweet," she gave him a quick kiss and stacked the plates.
She took them to the sink, putting on an apron before cleaning the dishes.
Rueben just stared at her as she washed to dishes, staring at all her features that she had to offer to him. He made a dopey smile as he stared at her rear, seeing it sway back and forth as Sandy put the dishes she washed and dried into the dish strainer. He quickly looked away with a blushing face at the empty doorway, hoping that Sandy didn't notice.
She smiled and pretended not to notice. It wasn't hard to figure out that he was ogling her, and having him blushing the way he was made it even more obvious to her.
Sandy finished shortly, putting the apron on the counter and hopping off.
"Okay, I'm ready for some exercising," Sandy walked past Rueben and walked through the doorway.
Rueben fallowed her into next room.
"Perfect, now we need some music," she began to stretch her body.
"Let's see…I know Gantu keeps techno music in the computer database," Rueben walked past her, hopping on the red chair and started pressing a few buttons.
After pressing a few buttons, music started streaming from the oval monitor, having a randomization of background effects on the monitor like a media player.
"This sounds good. Great for the atmosphere," Sandy smiled, bending her back backwards to the point where she could put her paws on the floor, lifted her lower body up, and supported her who body with just her right arm, using her strength to push her up and down like a push up.
"Oh my, how am I going to do that?" Rueben complained, getting off of the chair, and walked in front of her.
"You don't have to do what I'm doing. Try doing a push-up or a sit-up," she offered, pausing a few seconds and then pushed herself back up.
He fumbled with his hands, looking at her nervously, "You promise you won't laugh at me?" Rueben asked, sounding really nervous.
"I promise I won't laugh," Sandy assured, giving him a loving smile.
"Okay. I'll try doing some push-ups then," he sweated a little, getting down on the ground and attempting to do a push-up.
He struggled to lower his body and struggled to get his body up, falling flat on his face in the end.
"Well…That was a good first try. Try again. I know you can do it," she encouraged, pushing her body up.
"Okay, Sandy. I'll try again," he got back to trying again.
He set his body up again and began lowering his body down. He struggled to keep up and was able to push his body up with a lot of effort, completing the push-up.
"Congratulations. Now, I'm willing to make you a deal," Sandy offered, keeping her body still as she let all her weight come down on her right arm.
"I'm all ears," he panted, keeping his body up.
"I'm figuring that you really want to have a little 'freedom' with me right? A little 'curiosity' about me filling your mind," she said slyly, forcing her body up in the air for a few seconds and landing on her left arm.
Rueben blushed and fell down again, "Um…Do I have to say anything? It's embarrassing for me…I don't really know how to reply, because I'm not used to a question like that."
"Okay. I was just trying to give you something to look forward to. A reward for putting an effort on doing something with me, even when you're not in shape to do it," Sandy kept her smile.
"…I…I…I didn't say 'no.' I would be more than overjoyed…just don't know how to say it…very shy and I admit it. I'm shy, right to the point," Rueben blushed deeper, trying to keep his eyes on Sandy's face only and nowhere higher (remember she's upside down).
"There's nothing to be shy about at all. I'm more than willing to satisfy your curiosity, because I can easily tell you're looking at me in that 'desired' way. You can't hide or deny it. Even as you stare at me now, you're trying not to look. I can tell by the shifting of your eyes," she giggled, letting her weight weigh down on her left arm.
He groaned, "Okay, I'm guilty as charged…What's the deal?"
"Well…Every push-up or sit-up you do, I'll give you ten minutes of 'play time.' This doesn't mean you're going to go all the way with me because we haven't gotten that far in our relationship just yet. I just want you to get some relief, because you look like you could crack at any moment or something," she offered, giggling girlishly.
Rueben blushed even deeper, "It's a deal!" he exclaimed blissfully, positioning his body immediately for another push-up.
He tried doing another push-up, struggling to lower his body and working even harder to raise his body up.
"Congrats. You earned yourself another ten minutes to the other ten you earned before," she congratulated, picking up speed on her handstand pushups
Rueben smiled at her and went for another one, trying even harder with each pushup he did.
Sandy bent her leg backwards, bending her back to the point where her feet were perfectly placed on the ground.
"I'm feeling good already," she took a deep breath and began doing some jumping jacks, "You're doing fantastic, Reuben," Sandy told him, seeing him push harder to get as much time with Sandy as he could.
"What's going on in here?" Gantu complained, walking into the room.
"We're doing some exercising," Sandy explained, still doing her jumping jacks
Gantu started laughing, "Oh, that's priceless. Six-two-five doing exercises?" he laughed harder.
"Shut up, big mouth!" Sandy snarled forming an ice ball on her finger tips of her right hand and threw it at Gantu.
He dodged the attack, having the ice ball freeze part of the wall.
" Hey! I was just having a laugh because six-two-five never does anything physical around here, but make sandwiches all day," Gantu growled.
"One: He's named Rueben Sandwich and I'm Sandy Sandwich. Too hard to figure it out? I'll beat it into your thick skull. Two: I asked him to exercise with me and he's doing fantastic, no matter what you say. So, keep your thoughts to yourself or I'll use your teeth as a necklace," Sandy walked up to the large alien, staring up at him with a hot glare from her eyes.
"Ha, are you trying to intimidate me, trog? You are no match against me," Gantu laughed.
Sandy grabbed his left foot and began bashing Gantu against the wall and floor, "You don't treat a woman with a diminutive size compared to you with no respect. Insult me again, you over grown Quaarz (it's a rancid fish with a puking problem on Planet Tarzock) and I'll teleport you into town without your clothes," she showered her teeth in front of his face while holding him by his shirt.
"No, Mrs. Sandwich. Disregard what I said about everything," Gantu shook his head.
"Thank you very much. Now, I'll be your friend if you want to be mine, but I will not help you with your job. Since it's your job and your only source of income, I won't interfere with it to my distaste of your occupation, but I will not help you no matter how many times you ask me. You treat Rueben and I with respect, we'll treat you with respect," Sandy offered, lowering his head.
(This sounds sloppy in my opinion.)
Gantu sighed, "Deal. I'm going to eat breakfast and watch some television. Do what you please," Gantu got onto his feet, looking bruised up pretty badly on most of his body.
He left to go into the kitchen and Sandy went back to her exercising.
"Whoa! You man-handled him. By the way, thanks for sticking up for me," Rueben thanked, getting a quick kiss from Sandy.
"Not a problem, bugee bu," she broke the kiss, "Now, let's get back to exercising," Sandy began doing some push-ups in front of her mate.
Rueben smiled and tried doing some more
(Pelekai and Petals household)
Angel sniffed her cooling stack of chocolate chip cookies on the plate at the table, dying to eat one as she sat at the table with Stitch.
Can I have one already? Normally you would eat something with chocolate in seconds, but yet, you're giving these cookies all the time in the world," Coco complained, crossing his arms.
Angel sighed, "You complain just as much as six-two-five did after…Well, I won't talk about it. Give these cookies some time, they're too hot to eat. I'll make sure you'll get yours, don't worry," Angel assured.
Coco sighed, "I'm sorry. I don't means to complain so much. It's just all frustrating in here, that's all. I'll be quiet."
Angel lowered her ears, "I understand you completely, Coco. You don't have to be quiet and restricted to just being a 'resident.' I'm more than willing to talk to you if you have something to say, or I'll do what I can to make it easier for you. Don't go and give everyone the silent treatment. People might think you're in a shut-down if you stay quiet all the time."
"Trust me. I'm not going to give anyone the silent treatment in here. I'm just tired that's all. I didn't get much sleep, so I'm a little irritable at the moment," Coco explained.
"You've got to tell me these things. I'll be more than happy to just lay down for a while so you can take a nap. I would imagine it would be hard to sleep with all the moving around I do."
"Ain't lying about that," Coco mumbled to himself quietly.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that."
"I said, 'I promise to ask more frequently,'" Coco lied.
"Thanks, Coco. That makes me feel a little better that you're comfortable. After all, it was my fault in the first place, so why should you get any problems at all? Also, I don't know if you were asleep or awake, but I asked Pleakley this morning if he would make you new pajama pants, since I digested yours."
"No, must've been asleep. I didn't wake up until I was splashed with the cereal you ate. But, thank a lot. I'm going to need clothes when I come out."
Angel blushed, "I'll make sure you're clothed and ready before you leave that bathroom," she assured, touching the cookie.
"Can we not talk about this? I just got done eating breakfast a few minutes ago," Stitch complained.
"Sorry, Stitch. Didn't mean to go into detail," Angel chuckled, finally able to grab a cookie.
She squealed and ate the defenseless cookie, "Ooh, that tastes beautiful. Can you get me a sandwich bag, Stitch?" Angel asked him.
"Sure, Angel," Stitch smiled, getting off the table and moving to the drawers.
"Thanks, Angel. I always liked your cooking. In fact it would be the highlight of my day when I get a good whiff of your wonderful food through the cracks of the floor (you know sometimes you smell food though your floor, but yet you have no holes or something). It's even better when Lilo gives me the food you make. Taste so heavenly, I could collapse," Coco complimented.
"Well thank you very much. It pleases me to no end when people love the food I cook. I thank mom and French-fry for teaching me. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't have my 'Heavenly Sweets' dessert shop, so I'm forever grateful," Angel smiled, grabbing the sandwich bags, "Thanks, sweetie," she gave her mate a quick kiss and began putting a cookie in three individual bags.
"'Mom?' We don't have a mother," Coco shrugged, completely confused.
"Silly, Coco. I know we don't have a real mother or father, but I've adopted Kristie Edmond as my mother, as she adopted me as her daughter right under Myrtle Edmond's nose. I think it's funny when I think deeper on it. But yeah, that's why I say 'mom' because I have a mom, not a real one of course, but one that I can love and feel loved by one in a substituted way," Angel explained, swallowing each cookie in a bag in one gulp.
(Kinda refreshing some memories from 'Trying to Live Dreams and Survive Nightmares')
"That's interesting. Well, there's a feel good story."
"Those cookies are on your way," Angel assured, feeling the last bag slowly go down her throat and to her empty-place with the 'prisoners.'
"Can't wait to eat them," Coco rubbed his paws together.
"Okay, I'm done eating. I want to share with the rest of the family. So…I'm going to go to our room and let Coco relax. He deserves it," Angel scooted herself off the chair and began to leave.
"I'm coming, too," Stitch smiled, getting off the chair, pushing it in, and fallowed Angel.
Both experiments walked down the hallway, having Angel lay her head on Stitch's shoulder as they both walked.
However, they didn't go very far when both of them head Nani and David talking in their room sounding pretty worried and urgent.
"David…We've been dating for all these months and I'm not willing to marry just yet…Now we don't have much of a choice. I…I…I don't want to give up on it," Nani cried.
"We'll think something up. We've been through worse than this. Come on, Nani. It's not all bad-"
"Of course it's bad," she cut him off, "Do you know what this means? We've got to borrow more money and I hate borrowing money from friends. You know how low that makes me feel? It makes me feel like to some two bit slut," Nani cried harder.
David paused for a minute and hugged her, patting rubbing her back softly, "Well, I'll look for a job tomorrow so I can help. I'm part of the reason for this mess, but I'm more than willing to help you anyway possible. I love you, Nani. I will not let you go down this route by yourself, and I will move heaven and earth to make sure of it," he assured her, still rubbing her back.
"Oh David. Even if we did make enough money, who's going to take care of it. It's going to be a major burden on everyone in this house. Too little space, too many people, not enough time for anyone. Angel and Stitch are going to be busy with their babies coming up next week, I don't believe Jumba or Pleakley can even take care of something like that, you have to find a job, I'm busy working for Mr. Jamison. What are our options, David? Tell me, how are we going to do this?" Nani looked up at him, eyes full of tears.
"You've got to calm down. We will figure this out together. I promise, everything will be fine," David assured.
Nani sighed, wiping her tears, "You do realize we're going to need a lot of help from everyone. I mean it, help is essential to us."
"I know, Nani. We have nine months to plan everything and ready ourselves. I believe we'll be ready for this responsibility," David assured.
"Do you honestly believe that?"
"I do. And you should too. Now, you do know that we have to get married now. I'm pretty sure this baby would love to have a committed mother and father," David wiped her tears.
"I guess you're right. I'm sure both our parents would demand it one way or another. I don't know how your parents in California will react to the news. I imagine that they're not going to like the news one bit, unlike the residence of this house."
David scratched back of his head, "…Well…My parents would be overjoyed to have a grandchild. You don't know how many times they hound me about grandchildren. Really, it's like a broken record you can't stop. I would be relieved of that question. Though, I do worry about how they will react to everyone who lives in this house. I mean, I would be astonished too if I was unexpecting such a large and diverse family."
Nani chuckled, finally managing a smile, "We'll survive. So, when do we tell the family the news?"
"How about during dinner time?"
"Dinner time it is, Mr. Kewena," Nani rested her head on David's chest.
"This is great, Stitch. Another friend for our children," Angel whispered, starting to walk away.
Stitch smiled, "I'm happy for them. I'm not surprised it happened anyway. It was a matter of time before they're relationship would go that far."
"Sigh…Yeah. Fortunately for us we have five days left until we're parents."
"Me too, Angel," Stitch smiled, both walking down the hallway to their room with smiles on their faces.