Lilo & Stitch's Star Trek
Chapter
36: Spider Issues
Experiment
426 climbed up the cramped, dirty, dusty and dead-insect ridden
shaft, followed at a distance by 419.
"C'mon,
hurry up!" yelled 426, his voice echoing through the vast network
of air vents surrounding him.
"Do we…
have to do this?" asked 419 as she squirmed around a
particularly large Selwinian Juwap, being careful not to step in the
drool still drip-dropping from its mouth.
"Of
cause! You want to rescue Little Girl, don't you?"
"Well,
yes, but… there's deceased rodents in here! And the
chances are it has spiders!"
426
stopped.
"So?"
he asked, half-mockingly, half-teasingly.
419 put on
her
'this-is-not-funny-this-is-serious-and-you-know-darn-well-why-not'
face.
"Oh,
yeah, your arachnophobia… they're just shaggy slimy
venomous insects with razor-sharp pincers, hairy-hairy bodies and
eight eyes all round, 'tis all…"
"Oh
yeah, sure, you may laugh now, but when it's you trapped in
a overly sticky mesh with a giant slimy drooling tarantula clicking
his goop-covered pincers at you as he moves in for the kill, we'll
see who has the last laugh…"
"You've
been watching too much Earth vs. The Spider again, haven't
you?" replied 426, and continued his upwards clamber.
"Where
are we and where's Lilo?" asked Nani as the trio traversed the
trunk.
Jumba
scratched his head.
"Er…
OK, will be telling Older Girl all and everything."
He turned
to Pleakley.
"You
tell her."
"And
what if I don't?" replied Pleakley, folding his arms.
"Well,
if you don't, I am still having plans for eye-poking experiment,
heh heh…"
Pleakley
stopped.
"What
now?"
"We're
back at the bridge."
"Oh."
Jumba
looked about.
"Er…
where is 626?"
Stitch
scrambled down the tube, moving in the opposite direction as the two
experiments below. Negotiating the chunky channels, slimy shafts and
treacherous tunnels of the ventilation system may have been a
daunting demeanour for anyone else, but 626 did, after all, have a
brain that could think faster than a supercomputer. And besides, this
was for Lilo, his lifelong friend and companion; he would trek and
tumble through the vents even if he didn't have any physical
or mental advantages, just to rescue her.
He wiped
his brow and started to hum "Megota Questa" as he continued
towards the shuttlebay.
"Where'ya
been?" asked 625, stuffing his mouth with pastrami-on-rye.
Gantu
grumpily grumbled as he grunted acknowledgment.
"None of
your business. Now…"
"Hold
it, you've got another call from Hamsterviel…"
Gantu
sighed as he sat down in his twirly chair. 625 turned on the
transmission.
"Where
have you been!" yelled Hamsterviel.
"Er…
it's not important…"
"I,
not you, vill be the one to determine if it's not important!"
Gantu's
gerbil-like boss sat back in his floaty chair and resumed talking
with a normal (for him) non-shouty voice.
"Now,
the prison computer detected that an unknown experiment flying a red
police cruiser passed by a few hours ago, followed closely by a
Galactic Federation ship containing three experiments, two humans, a
Qweltian and a Plorgarian!"
"Three
experiments, sir?"
"Vhell,
they probably caught two others before hand! It is your job to
grab them, understand?"
"Yes
sir, right away!"
Hamsterviel
disappeared off the screen.
625
swallowed his sandwich.
"Well, I
guess you'll be leaving me to 'defend the fort', eh Fishface?"
"Actually,
you're coming with me."
"May I
ask why?"
"I'll tell you later. 624!"
A pink
experiment, resembling a female version of Stitch with longer
antennae, walked in.
"Gaba?"
"Look
after this place until I get back. And please, no parties, I still
haven't been able to scrape that pizza stain from the rug…"
624
nodded.
"Good.
Now, 625, come… we need to rent a cruiser…"