"Jumba!
You've got some 'splaining to do!"
Lilo
opened the front door, accidentally squashing Stitch into the wall.
"Oops.
Sorry Stitch".
"I'm
OK. I'm fluffy!"
"What
is there to be explaining about?" said Jumba as he walked through
the lounge into the kitchen.
"Did
you make an experiment after 627?"
I
should have seen this coming…Little girl or 626 have probably been playing around in my
room again… after the 32946th time I am telling them not
to…
"Er,
no… why is little girl asking?"
"Explain
this, then!" exclaimed Little Girl as she pulled out…
A
photo of Mr. Sunburnt Icecream Tourist. Why does he always seem to be
around? Why is he not just going back to home country?
"Oops,"
Little Girl muttered, blushing a little. Jumba couldn't help but
chuckle.
"…and
when I was twelve, I founded the 'Future Evil Geniuses Club'…
Ah, I will always remember my time there. It was the greatest…
until that snobby arrogant Qweltian showed up. He thought he
was all that, with his intelligence, his experiments, his…"
"Woah,
rewind! This wouldn't be Jumba you're…"
"Jumba!
How I hate that name! He and I agreed to create 600 experiments
together, but what does he do? Goes ahead and produces 195
experiments all by himself, and claim the rest were his! I quit at
Experiment 385…"
"Don't
lie to us! We saw the experiment files!"
"Experiment
files? How could you… oh, yes, is only… er… theory! Yes, that
is being it! Only theoretical! I would never, ever make…"
"… ikata
juu nabata?"
The
look Jumba gave Stitch was one that could melt lead.
"WHAT?
Why I ought to…"
"Na-a-a!
Chu Lilo na iki bobo!"
"OK,
OK… sheesh!"
"So…
did you?"
"Did
I what?"
Lilo
put a strained look on her face. Jumba's being like this on
purpose.
"Create
another experiment?"
"No!
Of cause not!"
Lilo
fixed him with a very piercing stare.
"Er…
maybe?"
"Look,
right now 628 is hovering right above us and if we don't hurry
he'll vaporise us all! Or turn us into beach mummies! Or worse,
destroy the mall!"
"Yeah,
ika naga tookie!" Stitch added.
"Alright,
I confess! I created a 628! I am pleading guilty to all charges!"
"But
why?"
Jumba
shrugged.
"I
was being bored, so am thinking, why not be creating evil genius
experiment?"
Lilo
sighed.
"I
guess it's true. Once an evil genius, always an evil genius."
"Did
I hear correctly?"
Pleakly
waddled down the stairs and into the dining room, juggling a bowling
ball, several tires, three-and-a-half tons of cement and two cricket
bats.
"Did
I hear you say that Jumba's created another little monster and he's
hovering above the earth right now waiting to vaporise us all?"
"Or
the mall," replied Lilo.
Pleakly
promptly dropped everything he was holding.
"WHAT
ARE WE GOING TO DO!"
Unfortunately,
he didn't drop the said items where he intended to.
"YEOUCH!"
yelled the Plorgarian as pain pulsed through his second foot.
Lilo
winced.
"That
gotta hurt…"
If
Pleakly's throbbing limb gave him any further pain, he did not show
it. Instead, he carefully slid the almost completely crushed foot
from underneath the bowling ball. And
started lecturing Jumba.
"What
were you THINKING? Do you want to kill us all? We barely got away
from your last 'success', and now you want to do it all again?
And he's probably got some type of vaporiser…"
"Plasma
gun!" corrected Jumba.
"Whatever!
Either way, this is not very good! No, this is the opposite of very
good! This is very bad! What are we going to do? What are we going to
do! What are we…"
"QUIET!
I am trying to think!"
Lilo
giggled.
"Why
don't we go after him?"
Jumba
shook his head.
"Little
girl, that is being most silly idea I am ever… w-wait! What if we
go after him?"
Lilo
gave Jumba a look of extreme annoyance.
"Hello?
That's what I just said!"
"So
then it's settled."
"You're
going after him?"
"Ih."
"Yes." "Of cause!"
"But
how…"
"My
ship, duh!"
"But
what if he goes into hyperspace?"
"Is
not to be worrying. I have been developing new improved hyperdrive –
less energy consumed, faster travelling, is eco-friendly, and has
snazzy bluish neon glow! Also have been improving communication
systems, and installing holomatrix, so that incoming communications
are appearing on holographic screen just like Grand Councillady is
having…"
"You
mean Councilwoman?"
"Is
what I say!"
"But…
but…"
Pleakly
desperately looked for some type of flaw in the plan.
"…what
about Nani?"
"Do
not be worrying so much, little one-eyed one. I have also been
installing holomatrix in Little Girl and 626's room, so that all
Older Girl will be seeing is what she is thinking is Little
Girl and 626 sound asleep, when they will be up there!"
At
this Jumba pointed vaguely at the ceiling.
"And,"
he continued, "I am leaving note saying that you and I are being at
sci-fi convention, and not to be expecting us 'till late in
nocturnal Earth-cycle. 'Tis all being taken care of!"
"But…
but…"
"But
what?"
"But…
Oh, alright, I'll pack lunch."
"Yes!"