Chapter 2
Experiment 221, Sparky, lightning by name, lightning by nature- designed by the evil genius Jumba Jookiba to cause electrical power surges with lightning fast movements and electrical surges transmitted through his pores at huge concentration, each yellow hair was filled, battery like, with enough flat electrical power to short circuit a 4 watt bulb. Advanced hearing and vision capabilities. A sophisticated digestion system converted food into raw electricity which was purified, concentrated and channelled at will. Built with lightning quick reactions and flight. Sparky was, without doubt a dangerous weapon of destruction… or he was. Just like his family of 625 cousins, he had been made good and given his 'one true place'. The one difference between him and all the others was that Sparky was not happy with his 'one true place'.
Spinning, Spinning- same scenery day after day, week after week, stuck in the same rotating spot on the spotlight. Electrical wires clipped to his antenna were beginning to rash, and the flat metal spot he sat got more uncomfortable by the minute. He groaned and whined as the other experiments went about their exciting lives. He saw cannonball plummet into the ocean, again and again sending huge waves beach-ward. Yin and Yang, could be seen in the distance, building from scratch a whole new volcano. He looked forlornly at his 'nest'. Piles of food, loose batteries littered the floor, (he liked batteries- gave him a buzz) a few discarded magazines adorned railings and hooks. Many of which had been mutilated, ripped and burned. Formally these magazines were filled with latest fashion suggestions- Pleakly liked to donate his used magazines. Sparky decided he didn't like fashion magazines pretty quickly. He was of sitting and watching the world go by. He wanted to leave but he knew he couldn't. last time he decided to leave: canoe's beached; yachts crashed on rocks getting massive holes. A lot of unhappy people, lots of complaints. A lot of his cousins were up late patching boats, cleaning beaches, calming down angry people. Lilo made Sparky apologize to every man, women and genetically mutated cousin inconvenienced by him, and told not to leave the lighthouse, except for emergencies. If he wanted something he should call. But he wanted to go outside and play and talk stuff he couldn't do since Lilo and Stitch had stopped visiting. He was bored and lonely. Spending so long alone in the lighthouse he started getting… urges. Sometimes when an especially large ship came close to the rocks below the lighthouse, he got a sudden urge to switch the light off. Or else just fly down and zap the ships steering and laugh as it crashes on the rocks. He shook his head- he was a good cousin. But no one came to visit him anymore. Maybe they had forgotten.
"Oh-hana, no one left behind… or forgotten,"
He would say this every time he thought this. But then… it had been so long since someone had visited. Standing up he shook his head frantically, feeling the wires chaff the fur on his antenna. He flicked them encouraging circulation. Then took off flying round and round the lighthouse letting bolts of lightning jolt the mainly metal interior. A foghorn blew, a massive cruise ship passed by the rocks beneath. Grabbing the wires he shook his head again' just five minutes' said the bad voice in his head.
"nagaa, Sparky is good"
He landed, lay down grabbing a pillow and an electric blanket, the urge was very strong now but he had to resist the allure of evil. Though it was still sunny and the glare of the spotlight intense, Sparky started counting experiments. Still sparking he fell into disturbed sleep, where he was evil again destroying appliances of every kind flying through cities zapping everyone he met.