A/N: I'm back! To make up for my absence, I've done two chapters, the second of which will be uploaded in two days.
Lilo & Stitch's Star Trek
Chapter
37: Nani and the Toaster
"Computer,
locate Experiment 626," requested Jumba as Nani tapped her foot in
impatience.
Suddenly,
he heard a sort of scrambling noise below him.
"Ah, he
must be in vents!" he exclaimed.
As if on
cue, the computer beeped.
"Experiment
626 is in the ventilation system," it droned pointlessly.
Jumba
scratched his chin.
"I
wonder what he's doing there…"
"Wait,
so this computer can locate people?" asked Nani.
"Well,
yes, but only if they are on the ship…"
"Computer,
locate Lilo Pel…"
"Cancel!"
Nani
raised her eyebrow.
"Jumba…"
"Oh,
have you noticed the weather? Has been rather damp lately…"
Pleakley,
getting the idea, joined in.
"Yeah…
though the nights have been a little… er… dark?"
"Jumba,
what is going on?"
"What is
going on… why… nothing!" replied Jumba, a little too
overenthusiastically. "We were just… er…"
"…playing
hide and seek!" said Pleakley, finishing his sentence. "I'm
counting…"
"Pleakley!
This isn't working!" hissed Jumba behind his back as Nani placed
her hands on her hips.
"OK, go
with plan B," whispered Pleakley.
"Which
is?
"Making
it up as you go!"
"Oh."
Jumba
turned back to Nani.
"OK,
we'll take you to Lilo," he said crestfallenly, winking to
Pleakley.
Pleakley
mouthed 'What are you going to do?'.
Jumba did
not reply, and instead showed Nani through a door to the left.
"Er…
she's in a broom closet?"
"Bye!"
And with
that, he pushed a button.
The door
slammed shut.
Jumba
rushed through the room, grabbed Pleakley's hand, and rushed out of
the bridge.
"We have
to find 626!" he muttered to Pleakley hurriedly.
"I can
not believe you did that to Nani!" Pleakley scolded.
"She was
getting annoying! I had to do something!"
"But
lock her in a closet? Why not something less subtle, like, oh,
I dunno, a stun ray?"
"Well, I
didn't think of that! Besides, the toaster will do that anyway!"
"You put
a stun ray in a toaster?"
"No, but
it was sitting precariously on the shelf…"
Pleakley
winced.
About
three hundred meters away and two meters up, 426 stopped.
"Hey,
419, this is the place, isn't it?"
When 419
didn't respond, 426 glanced behind him.
She was
about a meter down the vent. She was covered from head to toe in some
sort of slime. Despite it being forty degrees above zero, 419 was
shivering from head to toe. Strands of cobweb was hanging from her
hair and fur, and her glasses were completely opaque.
"May I
ask, and excuse me if I sound a little crazy, but… what on
Qwelta Du happened to you?"
419 gave a
little smile.
"I ran
into someone… something along the way… and it… glooped
me."
"Ah, I
see…" said 426, snickering. "So, is this the place?"
"Yush,
the shuttle bay should be right below…"
"Cool."
Silence.
"So…
now what?"
419 wiped
some of the slime from her glasses.
"We get
in."
"But
how?" asked 426 tentatively.
419 pulled
out what looked like a small tube with a button at one end and some
type of leans at the other.
"Handheld
laser scalpel," she explained as she cut away at the bars of the
vent.
Meanwhile,
Jumba was trying to find where exactly Stitch was. To do this, he
pulled out the mightiest of all tools in his arsenal of technology –
a doctor's stethoscope.
Pleakley
put his hands on his hips.
"Don't
you have some kind of… like… locator thingy? Or an x-ray…
thingy?"
"Well, locator on computer is imprecise, only says
which area one is in, not where in area one is, and advanced locator
I am working on only has thirty-two percent chance of working."
"Would
the other sixty-eight percent involve the ship blowing up in some
way?"
"Well,
actually… yes."
"I see.
So… you have to listen for him?"
"Yes,
now shush!"
Pleakley
shushed.
Jumba
pressed the stethoscope to the wall, listening hard for any sounds
whatsoever.
"Er…
the toaster seems to have worked, 'cause I don't hear Nani…"
"Jumba!"
"Okay,
okay… well… that's funny…"
"What?"
"I could
swear I can hear a series 5 laser scalpel…"
"How'd
ya know?"
"Well, I
had to also take a doctorate in doctoring to complete my studies…
you see, I needed 10 extra credits for my TQA… but that's not
important."
"TQA?"
"Turo
Qualifications Accredited… now zip it!"
Pleakley
zipped it.
"The
scalpel's stopped… I hear scrambling… two bodies… climbing
into… the shuttlebay! Let's go!"
Jumba
rushed off. Pleakley watched him plod down the hallway.
"Okay,"
he said, jogging down the corridor after him, "I'm going, but I
don't know why…"