Chapter 6
ElectriCircuslover: I'm so, so, SO sorry that I haven't updated this story in a very long time. Four years to be exact...I had writer's block to the n'th degree and then I had trouble with the dialog with Sandy and Rueben. I never meant for this to post pone this story for such a long time. I'm also trying to get this story finished as quickly and sensibly as I can without sacrificing anything. I want to get the ball rolling. Don't expect me to update this story quickly between chapters. It's hard enough as it is.
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It was a dark night on Kauai. The Pelekia and Petals household went to bed after Nani and David broke the news about Nani carrying a child. Everybody slept quietly with the exception of Angel who tossed and turned in her bed.
Thoughts raced in her mind about her future children. Acceptance was a reoccurring topic in the back of her mind. She wondered what it would be like to have Experiment children in an all human school. It made her think of the possibilities and outcomes of this. She wanted to be there to support her offspring if they had questions or problems about the other human or Experiment kids.
"Would you stop moving so much? I'm trying to sleep," Coco complained as his outline on Angel's belly shifted.
"I'm sorry, Coco. I'm having trouble trying to get to sleep," Angel apologized, moving to her side.
"Whatever," Coco grumbled.
Angel sighed and closed her tired eyes.
"Hey Angel, something is happening in here," Coco started moving around, seeing stomach acid fill up Angel's belly-space.
"I don't feel so well," She groaned, rubbing her paws on the outline of Coco on her stomach.
She carefully got off the bed and walked out of the room. Angel walked into the bathroom and lifted up on the toilet seat and began puking in the toilet. Suddenly, she felt a large object travel up throat. Eventually, feet and legs came out her mouth. A moment later, Coco was hacked up into the toilet naked and covered in yellow goo.
"I feel better now," Angel smiled, looking down at the naked Coco.
"Glorious," the chocolate tasting experiment said in sarcasm.
"I'll get you some clothes," Angel offered, helping Coco get out of the toilet.
"No, it's fine. I'll handle this. Go to bed. I want to be left alone now," Coco sighed.
"Okay then…" Angel lowered her ears and walked out, closing the door behind her.
She walked down the dark hallway back to her room. Opening the door and closing it before hopping into bed, Angel covered herself up with blankets and closed her eyes.
(8 hours later)
Angel woke up to a scent of waffles and scrambled eggs going through her nostrils.
"Time for breakfast. Well, technically lunch time since it is noon," Stitch set the small table over Angel with the small legs on the bed.
"Mmm, thank you, Stitch. I really appreciate it," Angel thanked, eating her eggs right away.
"It isn't a problem. I'm going to head out and get some fresh air. I don't think I'll be gone long. I'll bring some of your money home from your desert shop. French-Fry is doing a great job managing the place," Stitch smiled.
"I'm glad he could help. Have you been giving him some money as a token of our gratitude?" Angel asked, stuffing three waffles in her mouth.
"Yes I have. He seems to be having fun making the food. I haven't really questioned him much about it. He hasn't complained to me yet," Stitch said, hopping onto the bed.
"I'm sure he's content, Stitch. He lives to cook and he's getting more money than his french-fry shop. Can I come with you? I can find a sun umbrella and block the sun off me," she pleaded, eating another waffle.
"I'm sorry Angel, but Jumba says it's unsafe until you're back to your old self. I know it sucks being in the house with nothing to do but it's better than burning up. You are precious to me and it's only necessary to keep you safe. This is almost over dear. You've been very patient and soon we'll be able to go out and show off our new members of the family. Well, I'd wait a few weeks personally but that's just me."
Angel sighed deeply and lowered her ears while staring down at her food, "I understand. Can you at least get someone to visit me? I've been cooped up in this house for seven months while the world has been changing outside. I would really appreciate if I knew what was going on in this island. Have there been any new Experiments on this town yet?"
"There's been a lot of new Experiment that have been activated while you were in the house. There's Experiment Zero-Fourteen or Kernel, he's designed to pop popcorn for Jumba who now lives at the theater. The next one lives with Elastico in the circus. She is Experiment Zero-five-five and Elastica was designed to turn things into a stretchy-type rubber material. I hear she's pregnant with two kids, Angel, but the next time we see them will be many months when they are two or something. I don't know how that will go in all reality. I mean they're going to have to stop what they're doing and send their kids in schools. Then there's Experiments Zero-Three-Nine and One-Two-One, Taffy and Candy. Taffy creates candy out of things and Candy turns people into Candy. Candy is on her fourth month of pregnancy last time I heard. More playmates for our kids," Stitch smiled and continued, "They're living somewhere on the beach in a little house built by the other Experiments. I'm sure Cobra has talked to them too about their future and stuff like he did with us. There are many others I could talk about but I want to get going. I want to get that money before Lilo gets home with Spring…You finished with breakfast?
Angel smiled, lifted the plate, and swallowed the rest of the waffles and eggs, "I'm finished now," she handed him the plate.
Stitch smiled and began taking the table with plate off of the bed.
"I'm going to put these in the sink and head out. I don't want you doing the dishes without supervision again, okay? Have Jumba watch you if you feel inclined to do so. You almost fell on that stepladder and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you or the kids. You know the rules. Please, fallow them is all I ask for."
Angel sighed, "I'll not get on the step ladder, climb the walls, or do laundry," she crossed her arms.
"That's the spirit. I have to go. Remote's on the dresser next to you," Stitch blew her a kiss and left.
"Bliztnak," the pink Experiment fell backwards to her pillow, staring up at the ceiling, "I guess I could sweep around the house or dust the shelves while I wait for Stitch come back. Why's it just me that has to stay indoors? Belle and Yaarp go out in this heat and they're fine, but, I can't leave because of my sensitivity to the sun's rays. I guess I could see what everyone else is doing in this house," She frowned, getting off the bed.
Angel took off her night gown and tossed it in the basket of clothes before heading out the door to her room. She walked down blue carpeted hall way and carefully went up the stairs.
"Good afternoon guys," She greeted with a smile.
"Hello large bellied Six-Two-Four. What brings you into this establishment on a fine day such as this," Jumba smiled, putting a blue pod in a container and studying it.
"Please don't call me' large bellied'. That hurts my self esteem," Angel lowered her ears and attempted to crawl up onto the table but was too heavy to support her weight.
"Fine,Six-Two-Four. Females are so defensive when it comes to stature," Jumba helped her up carefully onto the table.
"How's the little monsters doing in your stomach, Angel? Them kicking a lot?" Pleakley asked, nearly done working on a baby outfit.
"They kick a lot still. Very painful but heartwarming at the same time," Angel answered, looking carefully at 627's pod, "What are you doing with Six-Two-Seven? I hear that he's better than Stitch in every criteria but has a laughing problem," she answered, sitting down next to the pod.
"This Experiment is better than six-two-six but uncontrollable laughter was downfall of evil genius work. I'm currently trying to reverse polarity of Experiment but keep some evil in it. Also, Jumba is increasing vocabulary in Experiment data base in brain. When I first made six-two-seven Jumba was too angry to improve on Experiment. Six-Two-Six thought he was cream of crop. Still am I guessing if he and little girl still are after defeat of Six-Two-Seven and dehydrate Experiment. Jumba has been putting off tinkering with this Experiment for many months. I think I am to be almost done with improvements," Jumba explained, examining the blue pod with his goggles.
"Can you make another vacuum cleaner? The carpet needs to be vacuumed because some people can't keep potato chips in their mouth," The pink Experiment crossed her arms.
"Jumba will work on house hold suction invention after finishing updating Six-Two-Seven. Jumba would like a little patience from you Six-Two-Four. Hmm, any other questions you wish for me to answer?" The fat scientist started typing on his computer.
"Well, I just have one…Is there away to prevent people from turning evil with song? I'd like to have it as a lullaby for my children but don't want to turn nearby people evil listening to it. If you can that be helpful. If not, I understand Jumba," Angel asked, grasping her paws together.
"Hmm, I can and it might take some hours to do it but I can reverse the polarity for you but are you really sure you are wanting to go through this?"
"I'm sure Jumba. I think it's time I gave that ability up. I'm not evil and I have no intention to turn others evil. I just want to nip the problem before it even starts. Thanks Jumba," She wrapped her antennae around his right arm.
"Ah, I think I am finished with Six-Two-Seven. Come with me down with me to ship so I can work with on you. I believe there is umbrella in closet to keep sun's rays off you," Jumba took the pod and started leaving the room with Angel following close by.
Angel opened the closet door and began digging through the pile of junk inside the little room. Shortly after digging through the pile she found a small blue umbrella. She put the stuff back, closed the door, and left the house fallowing Jumba.
"Gosh, I forgot how beautiful this island was," Angel smiled.
"Tropical paradise is okay with Jumba. Preferred isolated confines of massive laboratory but I have bond with mixed raced family here now. Jumba's technology was abundant in lab but now it's luxury on this planet. Ship has majority of technological advances that these humans would love to get their hands on. How I'd love to be reacquainted with old lab, Six-Two-Four," Jumba sighed, walking up to the ship.
"I'm sorry to hear Jumba. I know you valued your lab very much when you first made me. You have a family now. Relish it. Soon you'll have born Experiments to be proud of. I'd be happy too if I was in your shoes," The pink experiment smiled, entering the ship.
"I am happy Six-Two-Four. Jumba has head up in condensation phase…" The large alien signed, traveling to part of his ship, "Well we're here. Lie down on stretcher and I'll get to you shortly."
Angel climbed up the stretcher and sat down watching Jumba put the pod into a glass capsule. He then pressed a button and water soaked the pod, making it glow in large ball before smoke filled the capsule inside.
Six-Two-Seven was laughing for a second after the smoke left.
"Where's that dumb Stitch and that kid? They make me laugh…Wow…I can talk. I'm in Jumba's ship now. And there's the fat guy himself. How you doing? Oooh, and who's this slice of heaven? Let me guess, you're Tubbo, The Fat-Making Experiment" The red Stitch-like Experiment laughed.
"Hey! I'm pregnant! Show some respect, Red," Angel snarled.
"Red…I like that name. It's simple and not complex. I like it. What's your name for real?" Red asked, bringing out his muscle and four extra arms.
"If you must know, I'm Experiment Six-Two-Four but my name is Angel Love Petals. I'm designed to turn Experiments good or evil before me. I also can do the same for other aliens. I know some stuff about you though. Hopefully Jumba made you good enough to not do bad things. But I see that hasn't done so on you. Probably going to put you back in your pod and not touch it again," Angel smirked.
"Hey, don't be rash now. I'm good. I don't think evil thoughts anymore. I'm totally reformed. Now, can you guys let me out so I can capture Experiments again?" Red smiled.
"No, that's bad. You don't capture Experiments unless they are being bad. Then you find a home for them. Its serious business on this island," Angel waved her finger.
"What the hell am I supposed to do then? Gah, I don't even feel like catching the other Experiments. I just want to lie down and read a book or something," Red sat down, growing another head that kept saying, 'good,' "Hey Jumba, you got my speech down for my primary head but the other one has only one word to say. Fix it," the red Experiment complained.
"Jumba will get to it eventually. For now, just be dealing with it. Now for Six-Two-Four…" Jumba walked over to Angel.
Angel laid back and the metal bars held her tightly against the stretcher.
"Here is gas to put you asleep. Have happy dreams," Jumba said, putting a gas mask on her face.
Angel slowly started to fall asleep from the gas. Her grip loosened and eventually stopped. She quickly fell asleep and started to operate on her.
"So Jumba…What is the story with her? I mean, she wasn't always that large, was she?" Red asked, letting his second head go inside his body.
"No, Six-Two-Four and Six-Two-Six have bred and now female Experiment has four offspring Experiments growing in her womb. She will be giving birth in a few days," the fat scientist answered, getting his supplies.
"Well, that's a pleasant surprise. I'd still tap that. She's got a body of a goddess. And those breasts… So big and juicy, I want them," Red drooled.
"Sorry Six-Two-Seven, Six-Two-Six has bugee bu'd with Six-Two-Four and Experiments are extremely territorial with one another. I suggest you look for another mate. Jumba made other female Experiments with similar designs as Six-Two-Four," Jumba said as he was cutting into Angel's skull with a saw.
"Maybe you should make a Six-Two-Eight just for me. I don't want kids but sex is always pleasing," The cone-headed Experiment rubbed his paws together.
"Jumba is done making Experiments. You were last one and will always be last one," Jumba lied.
"Pooey," Red sat down, "Can you, like, let me go? I get the gist on what to do now. Find a home, make a living, and live happily without causing strife to the other Experiments. Easy."
"Not until I'm done with operation on Six-Two-Four. That can take up to an hour of time."
Red sighed and just stared at Angel in her sleeping form while Jumba operated on her brain.
"Well, this ship could use sprucing up. Needs a women's touch, Jumba," Chopsuey said, holding hands with Carmen in the empty doorway of the ship.
"Hello Six-Two-One and One-Two-Three. I hear you two have bred. Congratulations. What is it you two want from Jumba?" Jumba smiled.
"What is he talking about Chopsuey? I don't ever remember having sex," Carmen smiled nervously.
Chopsuey put his paw back of his head and blushed, "Carmen…" he paused nervously, "We made love when were drunk two nights ago. I really didn't plan on doing it so soon. I'm sorry. But we have a house by the beach if that matters. I'm in trouble am I?" he lowered his ears.
"Trouble? I'm overjoyed. I'm going to be a mother too in nine to ten months. We're going to have some little footsteps walking around and some laughs. It's going to be a wonderful experience. Thank you. Though, I would've liked to have felt what it was like to make love to a male Experiment such as yourself. Maybe we can do it tonight after dinner," Carmen purred.
"I'd love that, Carmen," Chopsuey kissed her.
"Can I watch you two have sex? I'd love to see this in action," Red asked, ogling Carmen.
"Get your own woman, dude. I know it's hard living with a small dick but that shouldn't slow you down pal," the green thin Stitch-like Experiment with a mohawk snarled.
"And I'm sure you're going to guide me, right? Maybe Carmen couldn't remember your love making was because your package wasn't up to par to be cared about," Red shrugged.
"Guys, just stop it okay?" Carmen growled.
"Whatever," the red experiment turned his back.
"Now, what are Experiments wanting?" Jumba continued his work on Angel.
"Carmen and I need running water for our house in town. We have a stove and such, and it's been sterilized, but we really appreciate it if you got us some water to live on. Is there a way to do this?" Chopsuey asked.
"Yeah, Jumba will help find water pump for Experiment's home. I am being very busy today," the fat scientist agreed.
"Thank you very much, Jumba. We will be waiting at Richter's fruit bar when you're finished. Your help is just what we need to get our lives running," Carmen smiled, "Let's go, Chopsuey. The clouds look like it was going to rain the last time I looked at the sky."
"Okay, Carmen. Let's go. Thanks Jumba. We'll stop on by in a few hours to checkup with you. See you later," Chopsuey said before leaving the room with Carmen.
After Carmen and Chopsuey left the ship, Stitch came in looking for Angel who was shocked to find her on the stretcher.
"What the hell is going on in here? Is she alright? Did she fall or burn up?" Stitch panicked, hopping on a chair next to the stretcher.
"No, Six-Two-Six, Six-Two-Four is perfectly fine. She wanted to change the polarity of her evil song for good. Six-Two-Four wanted song to be used as lullaby for offspring. So Jumba is helping her with request."
"I don't want her leaving the house. It could be very dangerous to her health if the sun's rays shine on her for too long. It worries me," Stitch frowned.
"Jumba had her use umbrella. Being outside for short periods of time with umbrella will not harm Six-Two-Four. It will be alright," Jumba assured.
(One hour later)
Jumba was nearly complete with his task. There was a narrow ray gun-like machine hanging from the ceiling with red rings surrounding the ball at the end. He pressed a button on a counsel and a yellow beam hit Angel. This processed lasted for a few minutes before stopping.
Angel woke up and was released from the stretcher. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head before getting full focus. She tried saying something but her lips were moving however there was no sound coming out. She didn't realize it yet until she tried yelling out to Stitch.
"It appears side effects of loss of sound from vocals cords are temporary," Jumba said.
Angel blew her top and Stitch could see her angry face.
"Now Angel, this is temporary. You will get your voice back in due time…How long will this last?" Stitch asked, walking up to a very angry Angel.
"According to Jumba, it will last for two days. Drink lots of water and soon you will get voice back, okay?" Jumba said, before helping Angel down.
Angel wanted to throw a chair at Jumba. She tried very hard to say something but when her lips moved no noise came out. She eventually gave up and cried in Stitch's fluffy chest.
"Do you have something for her to communicate with us? I mean, if she's going to be like this for two days she should have a way to talk to us vocally," Stitch asked, rubbing Angels' back.
"I have item that you can type sentences and it will speak what you type. That's here on ship. Let me take a look," Jumba started looking around.
It took a short amount of time but he found a black laptop-looking device and set it in front of Stitch and Angel.
"You can find lots of interesting items in the human dump site, Six-Two-Six. Try it out Six-Two-Four," he smiled, at Angel.
Angel broke off from Stitch and started typing on it, "Jumba, You're not getting desert tonight for this and I was going to make pudding. My voice better not be cracked or my singing better be one hundred percent normal. And I don't want anyone turning bad because of your experiment was a bust," she typed and the computer voice said with precision.
"Your voice will be fine, Six-Two-Four. Just drink lots of water and things will work out. Now, I'm going to help Six-Two-One and One-Two-Three with their house. Take care you two," the four eyed scientist left.
"Hey! What about me!? I'm still in this glass prison!" Red yelled.
Angel walked up the capsule and started typing, "You promise to be good and not bother the other Experiments?"
"Yeah, I'll be nice. Maybe I'll see what Gantu is doing. I suppose he hasn't captured anyone yet."
"No Gantu," Angel typed.
"Fine. Where am I supposed to live? It's not like a house is going to drop out from the sky and land in front of me," Red complained, crossing his arms.
"Just look, okay," she typed, showing her teeth.
"Okay. Just let me go and I'll look for a home," Red smiled.
"I can't believe I'm doing this…" Stitch complained, pressing a button to release the red Experiment.
"Well, I'll be off then," Red smiled, whistling as he left the room.
Angel closed the laptop-looking item and started to fallow Red.
"Wait up, Angel," Stitch called out, walking quickly to Angel.
It was cloudy outside and the temperature started to drop. Stitch picked up the umbrella and walked through the jungle with Red going a separate way on the route to home.
"It does look like it's going to rain. I'm glad I made it home when I did," Stitch chuckled, looking over at Angel's sad face, "I'm sorry it went this way Angel. If I was home I'd probably put a stop to it but I needed to get some fresh air and the money. I hope you're not angry with me."
Angel hugged him close and kissed his cheek as they walked up the stairs.
It started to rain by the time they opened the door.
"Hi Angel and Stitch…What's wrong with Angel?" Lilo frowned, noticing Angel's sad face.
"Angel lost voice. Angel wanted song to be good," Stitch said sadly.
Angel opened up the laptop-like item, set it on the floor, and began typing, "It's a side effect apparently, Lilo. I won't be able to talk for at least two days. I just wanted to sing my song but not turn people evil by it. I'm not really a fan of singing it backwards. I'm just upset by this."
"It'll pass Angel. You'll be speaking again soon in no time," Lilo assured.
Angel sighed quietly, picked up her laptop-like item, and walked pass Lilo.
"I really wish I could help you, Angel. I'm sorry," the nine year old apologized.
There was a knocking on the door. Angel was excited and quickly put her laptop on the couch and ran to the door.
She opened and her smile left.
"Hey sexy. I tried looking for a home but I can't find one. Can I crash with you guys?" Red smiled, completely soaked from the rain.
"You didn't even try," Stitch said, walking next to Angel.
"I did to try. Fine…I didn't try real hard but it's raining and I'd like some shelter. Please, I'm soaked and I might get sick," The red Experiment pleaded.
"Quit milking it. We have no room for you," Stitch growled, before attempting to shut the door, who was stopped by Angel.
"You're not actually thinking about letting him stay with us, are you? We have no room for another person to live here," Angel's mate complained.
Angel pointed to the ceiling and smiled.
"Lilo's room or the attic?" Stitch sighed.
Angel put a second finger up for the attic and grabbed Red's paw.
"I thought he was bad and couldn't speak solid sentences?" Lilo wondered, watching Angel walk into the hallway.
She took a left turn and walked down the blue carpeted hallway until she stopped at the stairs. Angel pointed to the little door in the ceiling.
"I'm living up there? Well, I guess I shouldn't complain since it's better than being outside," Red smiled, crawling up the wall.
He pulled the string and stairs came down next to Angel. Red gave Angel a thank you and walked up the stairs. The stairs went back up into the ceiling once he entered the attic.
"Are you sure you want him to stay? I don't trust him fully. I hope you're making the right choice, Angel. I don't know what he could be capable of doing here," Stitch said, giving her the laptop back.
Angel just smiled and kissed his cheek before walking down the hallway. She walked to her room, crawled onto the bed and began watching TV.
(Gantu's Ship)
"It's a good thing we're in this ship. It sounds like it's raining pretty badly out there," Sandy said, balancing herself on one paw while pushing down on the floor.
"I've done my twentieth push up. That gets me…two hundred minutes to cuddle and such," Reuben smiled mischievously, staring at Sandy.
"Maybe that'll get you something more valuable that cuddling," Sandy blushed, hopping back on her feet and started doing jumping jacks.
"Ooh, what is it? I want to know," Rueben begged, getting on his feet.
Sandy smiled, "I'll tell you later when we have some privacy between ourselves without bozo intervening," the Rueben-lookalike pointed to Gantu, who watched Kixx's martial arts show.
Gantu just growled, overhearing the bozo remark.
"Oooh, I can hardly wait," the yellow Experiment rubbed his paws together.
"Likewise, Rueben. I think we should think about moving out and have our own place to call home. This isn't a place to raise children and have a future with one another. I don't want to associate with someone who catches us Experiments for a living. I don't want my children being pawns of Hamsterveil choosing either. I think we should look around town for a home. I mean, other Experiments seemed to have found a home. Why can't we?" Sandy stopped doing jumping jacks and started doing pushups.
"But I'm happy here. Maybe… I'm not ready for kids just yet. Plus, how do you figure we can make money to support such an idea? Leaving this place, which has been the only home I know, will be hard for me. I doubt that the other Experiments or Jumba or whoever else will help us with the kind of rep Gantu and I have on this island. There have only been a few times that the rest of our kind has shown courtesy to me. I honestly believe that this ship is all I'll ever have for a home," Rueben complained.
"Have you even tried to get out of your comfort zone and did something with your life? If you did things within the community it would be different. It's not too late to change your outlook on everyone's opinion of you, Rueben. Tomorrow we are going to try and mingle within our little society on this island and get acquainted with our Experiment community," the green Experiment said, continuing her pushups.
Rueben frowned and gave a deep sigh, "Hot cakes, I appreciate what you're thinking but I might not want to know the other Experiments. I'm sure some of them don't even like me very much to begin with," he complained.
"That's a stupid excuse. Tomorrow we are going to march into that town and mingle, even if I have to drag you to each place," Sandy growled finishing her pushups, "I don't want to live here. I want a real home, my own room, a yard, and a proper source of income. Angel has a desert shop in town why can't we have, I don't' know, a sandwich shop? You like making sandwiches and it would be nice to see other people. I'm trying to have some benefits to living on this island, Rueben," Sandy walked up to the yellow chubby Experiment and helped him up from the floor.
"Give me a little time to think, Sandy. That's all I ask of you right now. I'm going to make a sandwich. Want one?" Rueben started walking away towards the elevator.
"I'm not hungry. You go on and think. I'll be here," Sandy smiled.
Six-two-five went down the elevator while Sandy started stretching.
"He's not going to listen to you," Gantu grumbled, "He doesn't care about anyone but himself. Good luck getting him to making something constructive out of himself. Your efforts will be in vain."
"Maybe the reason why he doesn't want to make something out of himself is maybe you don't' push him. He would be a lot more motivated if you gave him the incentive to do what you say," the female Experiment growled, still stretching.
"I've tried to get him to budge but six-two-five is too lazy to do anything. The only thing he's good at is making sandwiches and that's it. He has all of six-two-six's powers and abilities but chooses to be lax," Gantu complained.
"Maybe he doesn't want to be an evil Experiment. Maybe he needs support and love. You wouldn't know that. After all you, you're a pawn to an evil talking rodent. Rueben doesn't need to be around someone who fears aliens one twentieth their size. Why don't you get a real job? There are more qualified occupations for your talents. Unless you like getting beaten down by Stitch every time an Experiment comes up," Sandy began jumping jacks again.
"You're a Trog a species that is far inferior to mine in every possible way. We Tarlokuans are recruited for our battle prowess. You are a creature built from rabid alien parts by an idiot scientist" the large alien said, getting out of his chair.
"Oh yes, I'm sure that I'm far inferior to you," Sandy said in sarcasm, stopping what she was doing to face Gantu, who towered over her, "It's a shame that I can't be incompetent as you. I'm sure if I went to clown school like you did, I could've made something out of myself. Maybe if I made a mockery of everyone on this island with my clown antics I could become the next big star in the galaxy," Sandy crossed her arms.
Gantu growled, picked up his blaster and started firing at the Experiment, who dodged and weaved effortlessly between plasma shots, "You are the physical pain in my rear that I have to put up with!" he shouted.
"You're so brainless for such a 'superior' race. All you do is fail. You represent your kind very well. I bet your parent's are proud of you," Sandy laughed, dodging hot plasma with ease.
She teleported away, angering the giant brute more he could handle.
"Your half witted comments are all you are good at. You are an abomination meant to destroy. I'm just doing my job to get paid. I could care less about you, six-two-six, the little Earth girl, and Dr. Hamsterviel! I'm doing this for money and that's all I care about," Gantu shouted, looking up and behind him.
Suddenly, a warping sound appeared behind Gantu. The big alien quickly turned around but before he could react he was tackled down and punched repeatedly into the stomach. Sandy stopped punching him, picked him up with his left foot and threw him at the metal wall, denting the wall. She took his blaster and flattened it with her paws, leaking liquid plasma from the gun.
"Look, it's obvious we don't like one another. Hopefully Reuben will choose to listen to me and abandon you. I'm sure that you would love to get rid of me in a heartbeat," Sandy growled, standing in front Gantu who was sitting down.
"Gladly," he coughed.
"Good. We have an understanding then. Now get up before Rueben sees you like this," the female green Rueben lookalike started helping him up.
The elevator came back with six-two-five holding a sub sandwich. He gasped and watched Sandy pull the large alien up.
"What happened?" Reuben inquired.
"Oh Gantu tried mimicking a fighting move on TV and ended up tripping as a result. He's so silly," Sandy smiled.
Gantu was about to tell Rueben what really happen but when he heard Sandy growl he quickly agreed with her.
"Got to be more careful big chief. Save the beatings for Stitch," the yellow Experiment chuckled.
"I'm done exercising. If you want to cuddle, I'm available," Sandy purred, telling him in a seductive tone.
Rueben blushed and followed her to the elevator.
(In town)
Carmen, Chopsuey, and Jumba across the beach in the rain.
"I really wasn't expecting it to rain. I'm all wet," Carmen complained, keeping close to Jumba.
"We're almost there, bugee bu. Almost there," Chopsuey kissed her cheek.
"So much walking. Jumba's feeling tired. Must eat less of Experiment six-two-four's sugar coated edibles," Jumba huffed and puffed.
Soon they arrived at a small blue single story house and entered the red door.
"It's not fancy, Jumba, but it's home," Chopsuey said as both Experiments started shaking and puffing up while Carmen's fruit fell off her head, "A lot of the other Experiments pulled together and helped us with making the house. We got most of this furniture from the dump. When we get enough money we'll get new stuff to replace this temporary furniture."
The room they entered was small and windowless room with a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Sitting against t he wall, a beat up couch with some of its fluff hanging out from the one cushion going across the room. It was a bare living room with wood flooring on the right side. The left side was a small kitchen with oven and small fridge with a wood counter and cabinets below and above the counter.
"Luxury is least important for homestead," Jumba walked in the kitchen, looking at the pipes under the sink in a cabinet.
"I know, Jumba. When we make money then this place will look a bit better," Chopsuey smiled, holding Carmen close.
"Jumba can supply a few items for Experiments. Human dump site has plenty of discarded items that prove useful for creating advanced technology from household appliances. Jumba is proud of his scientific creations," the four eyed alien smiled, getting off from his knees, "Where is bathroom?"
"It's down the hallway on the right," Carmen said pointed at the small hallway between the kitchen and the living room.
"Thanks," Jumba started walking down the hallway.
"This is so exciting. I can hardly contain myself," Carmen squealed.
"I'm happy too. I didn't think anyone would pitch in like they did. Hopefully we can support ourselves and our children in this house. Might have to expand this house later so we have enough room for the kids. I know nothing about reproduction but having a big room or maybe two big rooms wouldn't hurt. I'd love to have a son to spend time with. A daughter wouldn't hurt either," Chopsuey smiled nervously.
Carmen just smiled, "We could have play dates with Stitch and Angel's children or the other Experiments. We could have get togethers at the park and talk about our daily lives."
"I'd rather not hang around Stitch and the other Experiments. I'm not really social and Stitch and I don't see eye to eye sometimes. I'm still a bit jealous that Jumba treated Stitch like the star child while I go no attention at all. I still kinda feel a bit burned after kicking my sorry ass back into place," the thin green Experiment sighed, "But things are better now I suppose. We don't talk much. Stitch and I have always had a problem holding grudges."
"That was a long time ago. I'm sure time healed itself by now. We should send them fruit basket and visit them. I'd like a strong relationship between us and the Petals. Who knows, maybe one of our kids might grow up wanting to pair with their child," the angel-like Experiment said as she walked to the couch to sit down.
"I don't' approve my child pairing with Stitch's child. I won't allow such a thing," Chopsuey crossed his four arms.
"Oh come on. You're taking it too far now. It is only a thought. We're not even parents yet and you're letting your bitterness take control. Can't we just accept the past is done and over with and that the future is bright?"
"I will try, Carmen. I won't let my negative feelings cloud my judgment but it's hard for me to not think about it," Chopsuey took a deep breath, "I will try to not get to me. Only if Stitch feels the same way but don't expect us to just chat on first sight," he warned, hopping on the couch next to Carmen.
"That's all I ask," Carmen kissed her mate's cheek, who blushed.
Chopsuey slowly wrapped his arms around kissed Carmen. Carmen laid back and let Chopsuey on top of her, holding their kiss as tongues wrapped around one another.
"I never want to be without you," Chopsuey broke the kiss.
His mate purred, "You never have to worry about that," she returned the kiss.
"Ahem," Jumba cleared his throat.
"I'm not stopping the moment, Jumba," Chopsuey said, giving Carmen another kiss.
"Jumba will be coming by with digging Experiments to connect pipes to water source tomorrow," the fat scientist walked towards the door to the exit.
"Okay. Thanks Jumba. Very much appreciate this," Carmen said as their creator left the house.
"Sex?" Chopsuey gave her another kiss.
"You know it," the pink Experiment said, purring.