"Warning:
Galactic Federation Ship approaching. Registry number GFS-5815.
Designation: Dakana."
"Well,
aloha cousin," 628 said, to no-one in particular. "We met again,
on a different battlefield. And this time, you won't get away so
easily."
"626,
please to be taking wheel, am having evil genius thinking to be
doing."
Jumba
stood up and left the room, leaving Stitch to grab the navigational
control device.
"Warning:
Police cruiser detected. Class G-343, unknown registry number."
"Jumba,
I think we found him!" Lilo called down the corridor. There was no
reply.
And
indeed, upon the screen a small craft, hardly four meters in length,
sat, hovering ominously over the blue marble that is Earth.
"Now,"
Pleakly's high-pitched voice rang out, "Galactic Confrontation
rules apply! We can't hit them until they hit…"
A
green flash enveloped the screen. Stitch heard an explosion in the
lower sections of the ship.
"Warning,
hull breach, sector 2A corridor 3. Sealing off sector."
"Would
that be reason enough?"
Pleakly
was now hiding under his chair, shivering uncontrollably.
"Y-y-y-y…"
He
then made a squeaking sound, somewhat like the noise a mouse makes
when it is trodden on.
"I
take that to mean yes… go get him, Stitch!"
Paw
on the button, Stitch swooped in upon the cruiser much like a hawk
upon it's victim. Trying to catch 628 off guard, he shot left, then
right, then straight.
But
628 was ready for every shot.
Upping
the ante, Stitch started performing a random plot scenario –
shooting in all directions. But again, 628 managed to dodge each one.
And,
turning to face them, the cruiser shot five times, Stitch easily
manoeuvring around each shot.
"Yeeha!"
"You
had coffee today, didn't you?"
"Coconut
cake and coffee!"
But
what 628 did next was totally unprepared for.
"Warning:
hyperspace portal detected. Sector 656 mark 872."
"Wha…"
"He
is engaging H-drive!"
Everyone
looked back. Jumba had arrived.
"Is
he crazy?" Pleakly started screaming. (He seams to do that a lot…)
"If he hits us at this distance, we're talking Level 5 collision
with Earth… no survivors!"
The
ship jerked down a little, as Stitch carefully pulled on the steering
wheel (after all, he didn't want to break it like last time…).
It
was only a little, but it was enough. The cruiser zoomed past them. A
humongous BOOM was heard behind them.
"We've
got to go after him!"
Jumba
said nothing.
"Hello,
Jumba?"
"We
have to for to be getting out of here!"
"Why?"
"Because…
you know why!"
"Why?"
"Because…
remembering to when you and 626 is taking ship after me? Gantu is
dropping into hyperspace, and when waves are hitting ship…"
"…they
drained the power!"
"Yes,
'tis being exactly right. Now, please to be excusing me, 626…"
Stitch
hopped out of Jumba's seat and into his own.
"Now,"
said Jumba, getting into his chair, "I am checking co-ordinates for
to being where 628 is to be heading for, and he is going to a small
group of planets in Sector 02. I have already inputted vectors, so
all we are needing to do is…"
"…press
the button!"
Lilo,
quick as ever, pushed a small red button marked "Hd".
"OK,
please to be being seated, and having seatbelts on until captain has
turned off seatbelt sign… heh heh!"
Jumba
chuckled at his own joke.
"But
seriously, 'tis time for showtime!"
The
ship blasted through space. With a loud bang, they entered
"hyperspace", a mass of colours, shapes and sizes.
"Hey,
this looks like when we were going on the time mach… mm mmph!"
Pleakly
had covered Lilo's mouth before she could blab on how he had let
them borrow the time surfboard.
"Heh,
kids these days… what she means is… uh… rhyme machine!"
Jumba
looked unconvinced.
"Helps
you bust a funky rhyme! 'My name is Pleakly and I'm all about
style…'"
Jumba
still looked unconvinced.
"From
my shirts to my dresses to my… well, you get the idea, don't
you?"
Jumba
sighed.