Epilogue
Where they all belong.
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Cobra Bubbles read the sign above Lilo's house very carefully. "Pets. For sale? Make."
Lilo translated for her bad handwriting. "Pets for sale. Make use of their unique talents! Nani helped me write it. And I've got all the experiments out here in their pin for display!" Lilo waved her arm (her right arm; it was completely healed now) to a large puppy pen, within it being all the experiments that Gantu had captured. "All except for Fibber, he's taking a shower inside."
Cobra nodded. "Right. Do you mind if I stay here and supervise, Lilo?"
"Not at all!" Stitch joined Lilo at her side as she kept talking. "Maybe you'll find one that you like, Mr. Bubbles!"
Cobra growled. "Don't call me Mr. Bubbles."
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Two people dropped by Lilo's house first, a man and a woman, probably his wife. They wore very simple clothes; the man wore no buttons on his mostly black suit, and the wife looked like she had just stepped out of Colonial America.
Pleakly ribbed Nani softly. "Why do those Earth people look so different than everyone here?"
"They look Amish," Nani whispered. "They're very simple people; they're not allowed to use anything electronic or cars or anything like that."
"WHAT?!" Pleakly screamed. "BUT THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS! THAT'S INSANE! THAT'S- "
Nani squeezed Pleakly's mouth shut. "That's their way of life, Pleakly. Now don't make a scene; I don't know how they'll react to a one-eyed man in a dress!"
The two Amish payed no mind to Nani and Pleakly. They were examining Thrasher as they would a puppy, turning him over and checking his eyes and hands.
"Thrasher is- um- a crop- beater," Lilo tried to explain without making him sound too descructive. "He's a crop thrasher, and-"
"Oh, Henry, we could use his talent to help us thrush the wheat," the wife told her husband.
His face lit up immediately. "We could, Wilda! We'll take him, little girl. How much?"
"Oh!" Lilo looked at Stitch, who couldn't think of anything either. "Um, I guess you could just take him, sir."
"Oh, that just wouldn't be fair," Wilda the wife purred. "Wait here, I need to get something from my neice. I'll be right back."
As Wilda left, Henry bent down on one knee, cradling Thrasher in one arm. "Tell me, little girl, is Thrasher his name, or can I give him a different one?"
"That depends," Lilo explained. "You'll need to ask Thrasher."
Henry looked a bit confused, but he held Thrasher to his face and said, very slowly, "Do you want a new name?"
Thrasher nodded swiftly.
"Alright then," Henry said. "Then your name is Charles III. Do you like that, Charles III?"
Thrasher nodded so fast that his head looked like it would fall off.
Wilda came back just then, a large pink quilt in her arms. "Wilda, the thing's name is Charles III!"
"Junior would be so proud!" Wilda cooed. She pushed the blanket into Lilo's waiting arms. "Take this. It's the least we can do for giving us such a cute little pet."
"Thank you very much, ma'am!" Lilo cheered. Stitch nodded, but knew better than to say something; he simply barked.
Cobra mentally checked Thrasher off of his list. "Just a few more to go, Lilo."
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A police officer came not much later. "Hey, Lilo!"
"Hello, officer!" greeted the little one. "Did you come to adopt a pet?"
"Yeah!" said the man, who identified himself as Roger. "Jumba's a friend of mine, says you got a little furry thing that works like a lie dectector. Can I see him?"
"Of course!" Lilo laughed. "FURY! Could you bring out Fibber!?"
Fury led Fibber out on a leash, letting Roger get a good look at him. "Hmm, cute little guy."
"L-L-I-I-E-E!"
"He works!" Roger picked him up and handed Lilo a few dollar bills. "Thanks, Lil'!"
"You're welcome, Mister Roger!" Lilo chirped. She then realized something. "Mister Roger! I made a funny!"
Stitch laughed heartily.
Fury smiled knowingly and stomped away to her spot behind Jumba's chair.
Roger gave Fibber and affectionate head rub. "You know, you're not the one doing the fibbing. I'm gonna call you Mr. McFeely! You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"
"L-L-I-I-E-E!"
"Um, okay. King Friday?"
"Uh uh."
Roger was running out of things that he knew were easily identifiable with Mr. Roger's neighborhood. "Uh- Fred?"
"Uh huh!"
Roger chuckled nervously and gave up. "Okay, then, your name is Fred."
"Would you be interested in Amnesio?" Lilo pointed to the little bug in the pin. "He could erase the criminal's memory!"
"Now why would I want that?" Roger laughed. "Well, I gotta go, see ya!"
"BYE, MISTER ROGERS! I mean, ROGER!"
Cobra picked up his cellphone and dialed a friend of his. "Hello, Rosco? It's Cobra. I'm calling about those 'animals' I told you about. I think you'll be interested in one named Amnesio."
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"But Aunt Louisa!" Mertle griped. "I don't wanna be here!"
"Quiet, Mertle!" Aunt Louisa bent down to Lilo's level. "Look, I want a pet, I want it cute, and I want it cheap! Now, find me something I'd like!"
Stitch whispered something into Lilo's ear, making her giggle. "I think you'd be a Big fan of Nosey! Here!"
Lilo pushed Nosey towards Aunt Louisa, who back away in disgust. "Ew, it's ugly!"
"HA!" laughed Number 199. "You think I'm ugly, you should see that chick in the morning!"
He jabbed this thumb at Nani, who had (until that point) been asleep. She awoke suddenly at her name's mention.
"WHOO! It's a sight!" Nosy finished.
Aunt Louisa's look changed from disgusted to intrigued. "Oh, it is?"
"Oh yeah!" Nosy paused for breath. "And you shoulda seen the pictures I found of her with the braces!"
"Nosey's kind of a gossip," Lilo warned Aunt Louisa.
Aunt Louisa couldn't have been happier. She lifted Nosey into her arms and hugged him. "Nosey, I am going to make you huge! Think of it; your name in lights, telling the world every bit of dirt about top celebrities of today!"
Nosey himself was glowing right now, his face matching Aunt Louisa's perfectly. "Aaaaaa, it's a dream come true!"
"That'll be two cousins I've sent to Mertle," Lilo told Stitch. "But it's worth it if they're that happy."
"Eh," Stitch agreed. "To each his own."
"There's no accounting for taste," Lilo giggled.
Aunt Louisa was already calling a friend on Her cellphone. "Bob? Hello? It's Louisa! Listen, I'm sending you address of a little house in Kawaii- Hold on a sec. Mertle, we have to go! Pack it up!"
Mertle struggled as her aunt pulled her away. "I'll get you for corrupting my aunt, Weirdlo!"
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Angel was happily singing a very pretty rendition of "Meega to beestas" (which was the Turian equivalent of "99 bottles of beer on the wall") when a Hawaiian man with long hair stopped to listen to her beautiful voice. He shook the sleeping Lilo awake. "Um, excuse me?"
"Huh?" Lilo rubbed her eyes as the man introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Mark Keali'i Ho'omalu, and I teach hula all across the mainland America. Nice to meet you."
Lilo shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, too."
"Listen, I heard this little pink thing singing, and I saw she was for sale, so could I buy her?"
Lilo cast a glance at Stitch, who was holding her tightly around the arm. "Stitch, we've gotta let her go, or else she won't find the one place she truly belongs!"
"Angel belong with Stitch!" cried the blue one. "Angel belong with Stitch!"
"STITCH!"
Mark watched the battle with a shaking hand. "Um, maybe I'll just leave her hear. I'd hate to not hear her singing, thou-"
"Singing?" Angel wrenched her arm out of Stitch's grasp and raced to Mark. "Singing? I like singing!"
"But-" Stitch caught up with Angel and held out his hands. "Ohana."
"You didn't put up this much of a fuss when we sent Thrasher to Pennsylvania," Lilo stated. "Let her go if she wants to go."
"You want to go?" Stitch asked.
Angel nodded. "I want to go."
Stitch hugged her. "Aloha, Angel."
"'Loha. I'll write."
Mark payed Lilo $10 simply out of gratitude and left with Angel.
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"I've been trying to loose weight!" said the obese woman as she picked up the previously-unnamed pudding-stealer experiment. "I'll take this one! I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine! And he shall be my Squishy! Won't you be my Squishy? Eeshaboojeeboojeebadoda?"
Lilo looked away. "Tourists are weird."
"Eh," Stitch agreed.
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"Scavenger hunt gonna go great!" said one teen to the other.
"And who'd ever think every single answer to every riddle would be a sock!" said the other teen to the one.
"I love this thing!" said the one teen as he hugged the sock-hiding experiment.
"Dude!" said the other teen. "We should name him Jerry, after that sock puppet chick!"
"Yeah, Jerry!"
"Jerry!"
And so they walked away, chanting "Jerry", until they were no longer to be heard, and there was much rejoicing.
Stitch let out an unenthusiastic "Hoorah."
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"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!"
"What is it, Nani?" Lilo looked up at the grizzly-bearded man in a flannel shirt. "Hello, sir, who are you?"
"Hi, I'm Bob Vila! My friend Louisa called and said you had something you'd like to sell to me!"
"We've got tons of animals who need homes!" Lilo pointed to all of the experiments.
"Yeah, but Louisa said something about one that looke-"
Pleakly jumped into Bob Vila's arms. "You're Bob Vila! You're a celebrity! I saw you on tv! I must have an autograph! Lemme get my book!"
And away he ran.
Bob Vila stood there and regained his dignity and continued. "Now, I need one that looks like a tool."
"Hammerface!" Lilo showed Bob Vila Hammerface right away; they took an immediate liking to eachother.
"Hey, you remind me of my old dog, Sparky!" Bob Vila scratched his head affectionately. "Yes you are, yes you are, you're my little Sparky!"
"Um, excuse me, sir, but we already have a cousin named Sparky," Lilo pointed out. Bob looked at her like she was crazy.
"Let him call Hammerface Sparky, please, Lilo!" Nani pleaded.
"I'm not calling him Sparky!" Bob protested. "That's my old dog's name! This one stays named Hammerhead!"
"Hammerface."
"Whatever!"
Pleakly rushed back into view, holding his autograph notebook and a q-tip. "Autographautographsignsignsignsignsign!"
Bob took out a pen and scribbled his name into the little tablet. Pleakly then fainted.
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"We were visited by a celebrity!" Lilo whistled as she brought out sandwiches for the remaining experiments. "This's been such a cool day, and I've made some money!"
"You're about to make a little more, Lilo."
Lilo looked up to see two men in black suits; one was Cobra, and the other was a white man with a smaller head that Lilo didn't recognize. "Whatcha need, Mr. Bubbles?"
The other man snickered. Cobra ordered. "My friend Rosco is ready to pay you $200 if you give us Amnesio."
"Wow! REALLY?!" Lilo gasped. She corrected herself very quickly. "Of course, I woulda given you Amnesio even if you hadn't payed me, but okay!"
Lilo snuggled the beetle-like experiment in her arms one last time before giving him to Mr. Rosco. "There you go, all set. Would you a sandwich, Mr. Rosco?"
Mr. Rosco looked away, considering it. "Tuna?"
"Peanut butter and jelly."
"It'll do."
Mr. Rosco took the sandwich and gave Lilo $200 cash. She gasped in amazement.
"I'll be leaving with Rosco," Cobra stated. "Thank you, Lilo. This country and the fate of mankind itself owes you a debt."
"You're welcome!" Lilo screamed as she went to give the money to Nani for safekeeping.
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"Now, all that's left is Heat, Plasmoid, and Fury," Lilo sighed sadly. All three of them were sitting in the yard on the Amish quilt, drinking lemonade and thinking. "But where are you going to go?"
"It's uncertain," Fury whispered over a half-raised cup of lemonade. "I can't think of anyone who'd want a living plasma cannon."
"Or a living- uh- fury," Lilo shot back.
Fury shrugged her shoulders best she could. Her badly hunched back allowed for little movement. "I concer."
A light breeze moved through the wind. Rather warm one, actually.
"That's weird," Lilo mentioned to herself. Stitch jumped up and sniffed the air, Fury, Heat, and Plasmoid doing the same.
"Rocket fuel!" Stitch suddenly shouted.
"Rocket fuel?" Lilo repeated.
"Rocket fuel."
Lilo turned around quickly and saw the Grand Councilwoman's legs. She pushed her head up quickly. "Oh, Miss Councilwoman! Hello!"
"Hello," she recited. The Grand Councilwoman (who we shall call "Zanna" just for this story) was flanked by two raptor-guards in white suits. "We have received information regarding several activated experiments that we would wish to take into our possession."
A pause and a dazed look later. "Huh?"
Stitch shook Lilo's shoulder. "She wants cousins!"
"OH!" Lilo cheered up immediately and pushed forward Heat and Plasmoid. "Heat fires energy bolts, and Plasmoid's a living plasma cannon!"
"They would be valueable members of the security force, sir," said Raptor guard 1 to Zanna.
"Yes, they would," Zanna agreed. "We will take both of them, Lilo."
Lilo nodded and let Heat and Plasmoid be picked up and carried away by one of the raptor guards. Zanna, however, was not finished.
"Now, girl, about the big one behind you."
Lilo looked over her shoulder to Fury, who had not bothered to sit up since the Grand Councilwoman had arrived. "Fury?"
"Yes. I have heard about her powers of insight, and I wish to take her in as my personal advisor," Zanna explained. "It's hard finding someone with a decent record these days; I need someone who can see straight through someone's facade and down into the nitty gritty, as you say."
Lilo smiled innocently. "That sounds perfect for Fury!"
"I wish I could, miss," Fury pleaded. "But my back is aching sorely, and I don't think I could take on as many miles as you travel, due to your business, of course."
"I see," Zanna replied coyly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Guard?"
Raptor guard Remaining suddenly lept into the air and came down on Fury's back! She shrieked and stood up to shout at-
She stood up.
She beady eyes widened in shock and she stretched her back.
She stood up.
She saw Lilo from a different angle, making her seem much shorter in persceptive.
She stood up.
She met Zanna's eyes and bowed humbly. "I am at your service, my savior."
The Grand Councilwoman laughed and addressed Lilo. "Now, Lilo, one more question; how did she get the name Fury?"
"From the Furies of Ancient Greek mythology!" Lilo cried, excited that she knew something no one else her age knew. "There were three of them, and they badgered people about how bad they were! Their names were-"
Uh oh.
"Uh, Stitch, what were their names?"
"Um," Stitch was just as confused as Lilo was. "Al- no. Alexis?"
"Something with 'phony'," Lilo counted off on her fingers. "And Meg- Megaera! I remember that cause it's the same name of the hero's girlfriend in that movie!"
"Megaera," Zanna "hmm"ed. "I like that name."
Zanna placed her hands together and spoke to Fury. "Your name is now Megaera, unless there are any objections."
"None, sir," Megaera bowed.
"I believe you and I are going to get along very well together," the Grand Councilwoman announced with power and sincerity. "Let's go."
And so she, Megaera, and Raptor guard Remaining walked back to the ship and took off, giving the rescuees in their one true place and leaving Lilo feeling fufilled.
NOW I'M DONE! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, MISS PIEWOLVESANDSUCH! I didn't mean anything bad if you take anything bad!
Where they all belong.
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Cobra Bubbles read the sign above Lilo's house very carefully. "Pets. For sale? Make."
Lilo translated for her bad handwriting. "Pets for sale. Make use of their unique talents! Nani helped me write it. And I've got all the experiments out here in their pin for display!" Lilo waved her arm (her right arm; it was completely healed now) to a large puppy pen, within it being all the experiments that Gantu had captured. "All except for Fibber, he's taking a shower inside."
Cobra nodded. "Right. Do you mind if I stay here and supervise, Lilo?"
"Not at all!" Stitch joined Lilo at her side as she kept talking. "Maybe you'll find one that you like, Mr. Bubbles!"
Cobra growled. "Don't call me Mr. Bubbles."
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Two people dropped by Lilo's house first, a man and a woman, probably his wife. They wore very simple clothes; the man wore no buttons on his mostly black suit, and the wife looked like she had just stepped out of Colonial America.
Pleakly ribbed Nani softly. "Why do those Earth people look so different than everyone here?"
"They look Amish," Nani whispered. "They're very simple people; they're not allowed to use anything electronic or cars or anything like that."
"WHAT?!" Pleakly screamed. "BUT THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS! THAT'S INSANE! THAT'S- "
Nani squeezed Pleakly's mouth shut. "That's their way of life, Pleakly. Now don't make a scene; I don't know how they'll react to a one-eyed man in a dress!"
The two Amish payed no mind to Nani and Pleakly. They were examining Thrasher as they would a puppy, turning him over and checking his eyes and hands.
"Thrasher is- um- a crop- beater," Lilo tried to explain without making him sound too descructive. "He's a crop thrasher, and-"
"Oh, Henry, we could use his talent to help us thrush the wheat," the wife told her husband.
His face lit up immediately. "We could, Wilda! We'll take him, little girl. How much?"
"Oh!" Lilo looked at Stitch, who couldn't think of anything either. "Um, I guess you could just take him, sir."
"Oh, that just wouldn't be fair," Wilda the wife purred. "Wait here, I need to get something from my neice. I'll be right back."
As Wilda left, Henry bent down on one knee, cradling Thrasher in one arm. "Tell me, little girl, is Thrasher his name, or can I give him a different one?"
"That depends," Lilo explained. "You'll need to ask Thrasher."
Henry looked a bit confused, but he held Thrasher to his face and said, very slowly, "Do you want a new name?"
Thrasher nodded swiftly.
"Alright then," Henry said. "Then your name is Charles III. Do you like that, Charles III?"
Thrasher nodded so fast that his head looked like it would fall off.
Wilda came back just then, a large pink quilt in her arms. "Wilda, the thing's name is Charles III!"
"Junior would be so proud!" Wilda cooed. She pushed the blanket into Lilo's waiting arms. "Take this. It's the least we can do for giving us such a cute little pet."
"Thank you very much, ma'am!" Lilo cheered. Stitch nodded, but knew better than to say something; he simply barked.
Cobra mentally checked Thrasher off of his list. "Just a few more to go, Lilo."
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A police officer came not much later. "Hey, Lilo!"
"Hello, officer!" greeted the little one. "Did you come to adopt a pet?"
"Yeah!" said the man, who identified himself as Roger. "Jumba's a friend of mine, says you got a little furry thing that works like a lie dectector. Can I see him?"
"Of course!" Lilo laughed. "FURY! Could you bring out Fibber!?"
Fury led Fibber out on a leash, letting Roger get a good look at him. "Hmm, cute little guy."
"L-L-I-I-E-E!"
"He works!" Roger picked him up and handed Lilo a few dollar bills. "Thanks, Lil'!"
"You're welcome, Mister Roger!" Lilo chirped. She then realized something. "Mister Roger! I made a funny!"
Stitch laughed heartily.
Fury smiled knowingly and stomped away to her spot behind Jumba's chair.
Roger gave Fibber and affectionate head rub. "You know, you're not the one doing the fibbing. I'm gonna call you Mr. McFeely! You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"
"L-L-I-I-E-E!"
"Um, okay. King Friday?"
"Uh uh."
Roger was running out of things that he knew were easily identifiable with Mr. Roger's neighborhood. "Uh- Fred?"
"Uh huh!"
Roger chuckled nervously and gave up. "Okay, then, your name is Fred."
"Would you be interested in Amnesio?" Lilo pointed to the little bug in the pin. "He could erase the criminal's memory!"
"Now why would I want that?" Roger laughed. "Well, I gotta go, see ya!"
"BYE, MISTER ROGERS! I mean, ROGER!"
Cobra picked up his cellphone and dialed a friend of his. "Hello, Rosco? It's Cobra. I'm calling about those 'animals' I told you about. I think you'll be interested in one named Amnesio."
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"But Aunt Louisa!" Mertle griped. "I don't wanna be here!"
"Quiet, Mertle!" Aunt Louisa bent down to Lilo's level. "Look, I want a pet, I want it cute, and I want it cheap! Now, find me something I'd like!"
Stitch whispered something into Lilo's ear, making her giggle. "I think you'd be a Big fan of Nosey! Here!"
Lilo pushed Nosey towards Aunt Louisa, who back away in disgust. "Ew, it's ugly!"
"HA!" laughed Number 199. "You think I'm ugly, you should see that chick in the morning!"
He jabbed this thumb at Nani, who had (until that point) been asleep. She awoke suddenly at her name's mention.
"WHOO! It's a sight!" Nosy finished.
Aunt Louisa's look changed from disgusted to intrigued. "Oh, it is?"
"Oh yeah!" Nosy paused for breath. "And you shoulda seen the pictures I found of her with the braces!"
"Nosey's kind of a gossip," Lilo warned Aunt Louisa.
Aunt Louisa couldn't have been happier. She lifted Nosey into her arms and hugged him. "Nosey, I am going to make you huge! Think of it; your name in lights, telling the world every bit of dirt about top celebrities of today!"
Nosey himself was glowing right now, his face matching Aunt Louisa's perfectly. "Aaaaaa, it's a dream come true!"
"That'll be two cousins I've sent to Mertle," Lilo told Stitch. "But it's worth it if they're that happy."
"Eh," Stitch agreed. "To each his own."
"There's no accounting for taste," Lilo giggled.
Aunt Louisa was already calling a friend on Her cellphone. "Bob? Hello? It's Louisa! Listen, I'm sending you address of a little house in Kawaii- Hold on a sec. Mertle, we have to go! Pack it up!"
Mertle struggled as her aunt pulled her away. "I'll get you for corrupting my aunt, Weirdlo!"
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Angel was happily singing a very pretty rendition of "Meega to beestas" (which was the Turian equivalent of "99 bottles of beer on the wall") when a Hawaiian man with long hair stopped to listen to her beautiful voice. He shook the sleeping Lilo awake. "Um, excuse me?"
"Huh?" Lilo rubbed her eyes as the man introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Mark Keali'i Ho'omalu, and I teach hula all across the mainland America. Nice to meet you."
Lilo shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, too."
"Listen, I heard this little pink thing singing, and I saw she was for sale, so could I buy her?"
Lilo cast a glance at Stitch, who was holding her tightly around the arm. "Stitch, we've gotta let her go, or else she won't find the one place she truly belongs!"
"Angel belong with Stitch!" cried the blue one. "Angel belong with Stitch!"
"STITCH!"
Mark watched the battle with a shaking hand. "Um, maybe I'll just leave her hear. I'd hate to not hear her singing, thou-"
"Singing?" Angel wrenched her arm out of Stitch's grasp and raced to Mark. "Singing? I like singing!"
"But-" Stitch caught up with Angel and held out his hands. "Ohana."
"You didn't put up this much of a fuss when we sent Thrasher to Pennsylvania," Lilo stated. "Let her go if she wants to go."
"You want to go?" Stitch asked.
Angel nodded. "I want to go."
Stitch hugged her. "Aloha, Angel."
"'Loha. I'll write."
Mark payed Lilo $10 simply out of gratitude and left with Angel.
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"I've been trying to loose weight!" said the obese woman as she picked up the previously-unnamed pudding-stealer experiment. "I'll take this one! I shall call him Squishy, and he shall be mine! And he shall be my Squishy! Won't you be my Squishy? Eeshaboojeeboojeebadoda?"
Lilo looked away. "Tourists are weird."
"Eh," Stitch agreed.
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"Scavenger hunt gonna go great!" said one teen to the other.
"And who'd ever think every single answer to every riddle would be a sock!" said the other teen to the one.
"I love this thing!" said the one teen as he hugged the sock-hiding experiment.
"Dude!" said the other teen. "We should name him Jerry, after that sock puppet chick!"
"Yeah, Jerry!"
"Jerry!"
And so they walked away, chanting "Jerry", until they were no longer to be heard, and there was much rejoicing.
Stitch let out an unenthusiastic "Hoorah."
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"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!"
"What is it, Nani?" Lilo looked up at the grizzly-bearded man in a flannel shirt. "Hello, sir, who are you?"
"Hi, I'm Bob Vila! My friend Louisa called and said you had something you'd like to sell to me!"
"We've got tons of animals who need homes!" Lilo pointed to all of the experiments.
"Yeah, but Louisa said something about one that looke-"
Pleakly jumped into Bob Vila's arms. "You're Bob Vila! You're a celebrity! I saw you on tv! I must have an autograph! Lemme get my book!"
And away he ran.
Bob Vila stood there and regained his dignity and continued. "Now, I need one that looks like a tool."
"Hammerface!" Lilo showed Bob Vila Hammerface right away; they took an immediate liking to eachother.
"Hey, you remind me of my old dog, Sparky!" Bob Vila scratched his head affectionately. "Yes you are, yes you are, you're my little Sparky!"
"Um, excuse me, sir, but we already have a cousin named Sparky," Lilo pointed out. Bob looked at her like she was crazy.
"Let him call Hammerface Sparky, please, Lilo!" Nani pleaded.
"I'm not calling him Sparky!" Bob protested. "That's my old dog's name! This one stays named Hammerhead!"
"Hammerface."
"Whatever!"
Pleakly rushed back into view, holding his autograph notebook and a q-tip. "Autographautographsignsignsignsignsign!"
Bob took out a pen and scribbled his name into the little tablet. Pleakly then fainted.
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"We were visited by a celebrity!" Lilo whistled as she brought out sandwiches for the remaining experiments. "This's been such a cool day, and I've made some money!"
"You're about to make a little more, Lilo."
Lilo looked up to see two men in black suits; one was Cobra, and the other was a white man with a smaller head that Lilo didn't recognize. "Whatcha need, Mr. Bubbles?"
The other man snickered. Cobra ordered. "My friend Rosco is ready to pay you $200 if you give us Amnesio."
"Wow! REALLY?!" Lilo gasped. She corrected herself very quickly. "Of course, I woulda given you Amnesio even if you hadn't payed me, but okay!"
Lilo snuggled the beetle-like experiment in her arms one last time before giving him to Mr. Rosco. "There you go, all set. Would you a sandwich, Mr. Rosco?"
Mr. Rosco looked away, considering it. "Tuna?"
"Peanut butter and jelly."
"It'll do."
Mr. Rosco took the sandwich and gave Lilo $200 cash. She gasped in amazement.
"I'll be leaving with Rosco," Cobra stated. "Thank you, Lilo. This country and the fate of mankind itself owes you a debt."
"You're welcome!" Lilo screamed as she went to give the money to Nani for safekeeping.
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"Now, all that's left is Heat, Plasmoid, and Fury," Lilo sighed sadly. All three of them were sitting in the yard on the Amish quilt, drinking lemonade and thinking. "But where are you going to go?"
"It's uncertain," Fury whispered over a half-raised cup of lemonade. "I can't think of anyone who'd want a living plasma cannon."
"Or a living- uh- fury," Lilo shot back.
Fury shrugged her shoulders best she could. Her badly hunched back allowed for little movement. "I concer."
A light breeze moved through the wind. Rather warm one, actually.
"That's weird," Lilo mentioned to herself. Stitch jumped up and sniffed the air, Fury, Heat, and Plasmoid doing the same.
"Rocket fuel!" Stitch suddenly shouted.
"Rocket fuel?" Lilo repeated.
"Rocket fuel."
Lilo turned around quickly and saw the Grand Councilwoman's legs. She pushed her head up quickly. "Oh, Miss Councilwoman! Hello!"
"Hello," she recited. The Grand Councilwoman (who we shall call "Zanna" just for this story) was flanked by two raptor-guards in white suits. "We have received information regarding several activated experiments that we would wish to take into our possession."
A pause and a dazed look later. "Huh?"
Stitch shook Lilo's shoulder. "She wants cousins!"
"OH!" Lilo cheered up immediately and pushed forward Heat and Plasmoid. "Heat fires energy bolts, and Plasmoid's a living plasma cannon!"
"They would be valueable members of the security force, sir," said Raptor guard 1 to Zanna.
"Yes, they would," Zanna agreed. "We will take both of them, Lilo."
Lilo nodded and let Heat and Plasmoid be picked up and carried away by one of the raptor guards. Zanna, however, was not finished.
"Now, girl, about the big one behind you."
Lilo looked over her shoulder to Fury, who had not bothered to sit up since the Grand Councilwoman had arrived. "Fury?"
"Yes. I have heard about her powers of insight, and I wish to take her in as my personal advisor," Zanna explained. "It's hard finding someone with a decent record these days; I need someone who can see straight through someone's facade and down into the nitty gritty, as you say."
Lilo smiled innocently. "That sounds perfect for Fury!"
"I wish I could, miss," Fury pleaded. "But my back is aching sorely, and I don't think I could take on as many miles as you travel, due to your business, of course."
"I see," Zanna replied coyly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Guard?"
Raptor guard Remaining suddenly lept into the air and came down on Fury's back! She shrieked and stood up to shout at-
She stood up.
She beady eyes widened in shock and she stretched her back.
She stood up.
She saw Lilo from a different angle, making her seem much shorter in persceptive.
She stood up.
She met Zanna's eyes and bowed humbly. "I am at your service, my savior."
The Grand Councilwoman laughed and addressed Lilo. "Now, Lilo, one more question; how did she get the name Fury?"
"From the Furies of Ancient Greek mythology!" Lilo cried, excited that she knew something no one else her age knew. "There were three of them, and they badgered people about how bad they were! Their names were-"
Uh oh.
"Uh, Stitch, what were their names?"
"Um," Stitch was just as confused as Lilo was. "Al- no. Alexis?"
"Something with 'phony'," Lilo counted off on her fingers. "And Meg- Megaera! I remember that cause it's the same name of the hero's girlfriend in that movie!"
"Megaera," Zanna "hmm"ed. "I like that name."
Zanna placed her hands together and spoke to Fury. "Your name is now Megaera, unless there are any objections."
"None, sir," Megaera bowed.
"I believe you and I are going to get along very well together," the Grand Councilwoman announced with power and sincerity. "Let's go."
And so she, Megaera, and Raptor guard Remaining walked back to the ship and took off, giving the rescuees in their one true place and leaving Lilo feeling fufilled.
NOW I'M DONE! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, MISS PIEWOLVESANDSUCH! I didn't mean anything bad if you take anything bad!