Chapter 9
Sparky felt good, VERY good. There was something… So satisfying about shorting out small harmless bits of electrical equipment. Just the small stuff. Nothing anyone would notice. He snuck around during the night, the calm night air invigorated him. His fur bristled with relief. Fresh air, exercise mixed with a few sparks and the smell of smoke as wires melted and motors blew. As the night wore on his elation increased slowly the revelry of mayhem dawning like the sun. As locals were suddenly awakened from sleep, to the abrasive sound of fire alarms. He heard men and women cry in dismay as they found sparking phones, toasted toasters and many, many blown light bulbs. As he flew from house to house the cries increased, intensified. This fed Sparky's fires. The sound seemed to be built in; the sound he was built to hear. He enjoyed it. Suddenly he was flying from car to car, head lights, fog lights, reverse lights. No form of light could stop the surging, the singeing or the shocking. His evil ramped up more and more filling his mind and battery-like fur with an indomitable indefatigable desire. To cause absolute mayhem. This he did with an inexhaustible supply of electrical power. Nothing was missed. He entered houses busted every light, cooked ovens even people who tried to hit him. As he flew he grabbed a telephone wire, sending a spark down the wire one by one the telephone posts burst showering the town with hundreds of pieces of molten metal. The light show resembled a small meteor shower. Looking down Sparky saw a figure, red, and a big nose. He was looking confused, he carried a camera and was looking straight at Sparky. Their eyes met and he said:
"Hey Sparky buddy you doing all this?" He looked concerned, "What has happened?"
Flying down Sparky alighted in front of nosey. He bore a malicious grin. Sparks ran up his antenna ready to spark at any moment. But something held him back. His euphoria halted by some unseen force of good.
"I heard the commotion, I came down to check it out, no one has seen you since I published that article on the lighthouse." He took Sparky's hand," I guess the lighthouse was you too huh? Look buddy I guess you were pretty lonely cooped up in that lighthouse alone for so long. So hey, I don't blame ya' but you need to stop destroying everything."
Slowly all the maliciousness disappeared from his grin. Slowly it turned to realization. He looked back at the devastation. Turning back to Nosey he felt pained- and he showed it.
"I… I…" he started to say,
"How about I take you to my place, we can clear it up there, less people out to get you, you know?" Already a large group of humans were amassing looking for the culprit. All the anger and desire to destroy melted like the wire coils in the light bulbs he had destroyed.
"Can't," he seemed shocked, ironically, as if somebody had been in his body controlling him. But that was gone now. "If I go with you they will go after you too." with that he hugged Nosey. Then pushed him over. Taking off he flew toward the mountain.
"Wait!" he called, but he was already far away.
Close by in some bushes Gantu lay trying to be as small as possible. It wasn't easy but everyone was too distracted to notice. He watched as experiment 221 wreaked havoc on the town.
"Perfect," He whispered, in his hand he held a galactic communicator. He held it just outside the bush, he followed experiment 221's progress through the city. On the other end of the phone, there emitted impressed chuckles, 'Ooooooh's as cars sparked and exploded, and other sounds of mirth a child would make at a circus. Dr Jacque von Hamsterviel, recently released enemy of the Galactic federation.
"Zis is very impressive, yessss, you know you could learn something from this, Gantu"
"Like how to fly and shoot electricity from my hands,"
"Shut up, dat is not zi point!"
"My plan is almost ready, now all I need is those experiment from dat idiot scientist's computer."
"If you are right I should have it soon Dr Hamsterviel,"
"I am always right you pathetic excuse for a minion,"
"Not even you could muck it up,"
"Like candy from a ba…,"
"Shhh Gantu!" Just as they said that Nosey appeared and talked to Sparky. Slowly the expression on Sparky's face dissolved, his antenna stopped sparking and his ears drooped.
"Blitzsnack, the trogs can be reasoned with,"
"Indeed… Zis could be problem, I have deliberated and decided that zis is not relevant, the plan goes on as… planned,"
"Yes sir,"
Following Sparky's trail was easier than they anticipated. Mobs of locals had formed to hunt him. Lilo and Stitch knew they wouldn't catch him. They followed the smoke, the further they got up the street the worse it became. cars stood smoking in the street. Rows of shop lights resembled hellish decorations with smoke pouring through jagged spiked edges. As the street ended they saw a figure they knew well.
Nosey was sitting at the side of the road. Why had Sparky done this? Was it the isolation? Or the being in one place. Nosey had, like every other experiment, had occasional urges to revert to the original programme. But that was just that voice at the back of your head that tells you to do something bad. Nosey had always considered Sparky as one of the strong ones. Why had Sparky submitted to his original programming.
"He was just unhappy I guess…"
Nosey felt bad for him. Being alone for a day tended to make him cranky- but two weeks. "Maybe he is one of the strong ones after all. Gonna' take a while to clean up, though,"
As he said this he heard a hovercraft lower to hover beside him. The windshield opened. Lilo and Stitch popped their heads out:
"Have you seen Sparky, Nosey?" Lilo asked,
"Yeah, he went up the mountain, but listen guys. It's not his fault. He couldn't help it. He was unhappy being alone in the lighthouse so long. He must have gotten angry and reverted to his original programming. He's pretty down at the moment. So… You know… Play nice, OK?"
"We're all here for him Nosey, We'll clear it up and he'll be back to the his sparky self in no time, right Stitch!?"
"Yeah, Yeah Sparky!" he shouted and they took off toward the mountain.