[I have uploaded pics of some of my original experiments on my profile. I'm not a very practiced artist, so I've had to make do with editing the appearances of pre existing experiments, but they actually came out pretty well. Check them out.]

Episode 4

Dawn. The sun was just now beginning to rise, and it was only at this time that the coach-like experiment known as 623 decided that Stitch's training was complete. He stood there in the back yard with his arms folded, his figure outlined in the blinding sunlight that shined over the horizon. "So it's done, then." He said in Tantalog. "You should be plenty strong enough to save your Earth friend by this point, but you know… I've always strongly believed that it's best not to take any chances. Why don't we put you to the test, kid?"

623 snapped his fingers. Several experiments showed up, surrounding Stitch. Among them were Sparky, Bonnie & Clyde, Richter, and Slugger.

"Now I know you all have nothing against our dear cousin 626, here, but for his sake I hope none of you hold back." 623 said. "And I'm sure he wouldn't have it any other way. Isn't that right, Stitch?"

Stitch, slowly raised his head. He was exhausted beyond reason. The fact that 623 expected him to effectively test his strength against five other experiments was completely ludicrous, yet… he had no doubt in his mind that he could do it. His strength wasn't the only thing that had returned. It was his confidence as well, and his resolve to save Lilo.

"Ih." He said with a firm nod. "Don't… hold back."

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"Whoa. What's uh… what's going on here?" questioned 621. He had just woken up and was now venturing back out to the front of the ship. It was here that he encountered Gantu, dressed like a professional boxer, fit with the appropriate gloves and shorts.

"What do you mean? I'm getting ready for the battle that you're too much of a coward to partake in." Gantu responded as he went about his warm-up stretches.

621 cocked a brow and tilted his head. "I see… You sure are taking this seriously. Maybe I should be a little more concerned that you'll defeat 626 before I get my chance."

Gantu smirked at 621's remark, letting it fill him with pride, but of course as always it seemed Gantu would not be permitted to hold onto to such a confident feeling for long, as 621 followed up by saying "But then again… you're a complete clown. I highly expect 626 will send you packing even without his full strength." He snickered.

As Gantu silently fumed, 621 walked over to the front pilot seat and climbed in, stretching his arms back behind his head and making himself comfortable. "Have fun, I guess."

"Huh? You're not going to come and watch?" came a different voice from behind. 621 peeked back over the upper edge of the seat to see 625 coming out of the other room, dragging along the container that they had Lilo trapped in. She was awake by this point.

"I don't see the need." 621 replied simply, as he stared at Lilo with a narrow-eyed, observant gaze.

625 just shrugged. "Well alright. You'll probably be missing out on a good show though. Personally, seeing Gantu get his keaster kicked is one of my favorite past-times. Ohh, but I guess he might actually win this one on a count of Stitch's uh… current impairment. Either way, it ought to be preeetty interesting." He set the container holding Lilo up against the wall.

"What?" Lilo questioned. "Gantu's fighting Stitch?" She gave 621 a sour look. "You went through all this trouble and you're not even going to fight Stitch yourself, like you said you would?"

621 growled and hopped down out of the seat. "Shut your mouth, you inferior little Earth creature! You know nothing. I'll fight 626 when he's strong again. Defeating him like this would prove nothing other then that I was a coward."

Gantu perked his head up and frowned. 'Wait, is 621 implying that I'M a coward?' he wondered.

"Huh. I guess that's kind of… honorable." Lilo remarked, indifferently.

621 scoffed. "Honor has nothing to do with it. Stop trying to preach such idiotic concepts. The bad blood between 626 and I is all about… superiority."

"Superiority?" Lilo repeated. She wondered what exactly 621 had against Stitch. Had something happened between the two of them before Stitch ever even came to Earth? "I'm… not sure why you hate Stitch so much, but I don't think he feels that way about you. He's good now. I don't think he'd want to fight you if he could avoid it."

"Ha! Is that so?" chuckled 621. "Oh yeah, that's right. You're basically the architect of this new 626. You're the cause of his little epiphany, right? Well if it comes down to it, I will not hesitate to use the connection between you two to bring him to his fullest potential. Even if someone's gone soft, there's always still a beast inside them. 626 would fight me seriously if I were to dispose of his little Earth friend." He grinned evilly at Lilo. "I'm sure of it. So you just better hope it doesn't come down to that."

Lilo said nothing. She felt rather uneasy around this experiment. Hunting down and changing experiments from evil to good had been a very dangerous task up until this point, of course. But this experiment… he just seemed different. Every thing he seemed to do revolved around his own personal motives as opposed to just the way he was programmed. He didn't seem to want to cause trouble. He just seemed obsessed with proving he was better then Stitch, and when he claimed that he'd do whatever it took to accomplish his mission, Lilo believed him.

But at the same time, Lilo felt rather sympathetic for 621. If he truly hated Stitch that much, then something bad had to have happened in the past. Something that 621 probably hadn't been able to help. Lilo knew from this point that changing 621 from evil to good would be no easy task, assuming she could do it all.

"Alright, that's enough banter." Gantu suddenly proclaimed. He walked over and scooped up Lilo's container. "It's almost time. When I beat 626, you're going to have a front row seat." He said to her, with an evil sneer.

Lilo, however, was hardly paying attention. She wasn't worried about Gantu beating Stitch. She knew for sure that that would never happen. Her primary concern was 621. As she was carried out of the ship with Gantu and 625, she looked back at the skinny, teal furred experiment. Their eyes met just for a split second before the hatch closed.

621 was left alone within the ship staring at the closed hatch. He scoffed a bit and sat himself back down in the pilot's seat. "626. I can't understand what you could have been thinking." He said to the empty room. "Reforming your ways for that weak creature? That's insane. I saw no strength in her. What could you possibly see in that child, worthy of your respect?"

He drummed his clawed fingertips on the control panel, pondering in silence. It was a while before he finally seemed to come to some sort of personal conclusion. "Humph! I see how it is then. That's fine. As long as you prove to be as strong as you once were, nothing else should concern me. Right? …All that matters is that I destroy you." He climbed back out of the seat and turned his sights on the three experiment pods on the table at the other side of the room. They were the ones Gantu had retrieved along with his own.

A cunning, evil smirk crossed 621's face. "It all begins here." He said. "Do you hear me 626? Jumba? You will both soon learn just what Experiment 621 is capable of!"

---

Stitch's eyes were greeted by the dull, slightly stained ceiling of Jumba and Pleakley's bedroom. He released a wide yawn and sat up, ending what had felt like a long slumber. How long had he been out of it?

"Oh, wow. You're up." Came a voice from behind him. Stitch's ears perked up and he turned around to see a fellow experiment, his cousin who went by the name of Clyde. Clyde was seated up on the window ceil, looking especially bored. It seemed as if he had been watching over Stitch for a while.

"And you got up at exactly the time that that 623 guy said you would. Guess he has an eye for these sorta things." Clyde dropped down from the window ceil and stretched back his thick arms. He suddenly winced as if in pain, and retreated his shoulders back to their natural angle. This was when Stitch noticed how banged up Clyde was. He was bruised all over, had a nasty looking black eye, and a bandage wrapped around his head.

Stitch wanted to ask how long he had been asleep, but he now found himself more curious about the awful shape Clyde was in. "Uh… What exactly happened to you?" he asked the larger experiment in Tantalog.

"What, you don't remember?" Clyde responded. "You gave us all one heck of a wallop before you finally passed out."

Stitch stared blankly at Clyde. "You're… you're saying I did that to you? And to the others?"

"Like I thought. He doesn't remember." Came a new voice from the doorway. Stitch and Clyde glanced over to see Experiment 623 walking in. The much resented experiment drill sergeant smirked at Stitch. "It ain't surprising. You were exhausted by the time I pit you against your cousins. You must have been half asleep, and you still did better then fine. That means your instincts are good. Jumba was right about you."

He stopped in front of the two experiments, and quickly noticed the somewhat guilty expression on Stitch's face. "Heh, don't worry kid. You didn't seriously injure anyone." He assured him.

Of course Stitch had a very obvious reason to be doubtful. He eyed the bandage on Clyde's head.

"O-oh… no you didn't do this!" Clyde hurriedly assured him. "Bonnie was kind of uh… angry at me for going down so easy-like. Said I was a wimp. I told her I did the best I could, but that just ticked her off even more and she kind of, uh… bashed me in the head with a rock."

Stitch stared at Clyde. "Oh. Well that's good… I guess." He looked at 623, with a more serious and business-like expression. "So how long do I have?"

623's smirk widened a bit. "Hah, get a load of this kid! Ready for action, are you boy? Well just take it easy, you've got time to warm up. Here…" Out the blue, he suddenly tossed Stitch a small white tablet. "Take a salt tablet. You need to be in prime condition."

"Oh boy, here he goes again with the salt tablets…" grumbled Clyde.

623 eyed him. "You got something you want to say to me?" he questioned with an air of danger in his tone.

Clyde straightened up, looking a tad bit nervous… but he spoke his mind. "Well, hey I don't mean any offence or nothing, but you've been passing those things out like they're some kind of miracle healing drug."

623's eyes narrowed. "They're good for you…" he growled.

"Oh come on, you offered one to me when I was bleeding from the head!" argued Clyde.

"You don't like my methods, punk!? Too bad! Shut up and take a salt tablet!" snapped 623.

Stitch just stood there awkwardly, looking between the two. He glanced down at the salt tablet 623 had given him. With a shrug he popped it into his mouth. "Yeeuck. Salty… Uh, 623? If you don't mind, I think I'm going to go get read-" Before Stitch knew it, 623 had suddenly rounded his stern, agitated glare his way.

"What the hell are you still doing in here? Go warm up for your fight!" 623 ordered.

Stitch's ears slunk a bit. "Uh… r-right! Good idea." He didn't hesitate to remove himself from the room, eager to get away from 623 for a while. When he reached the doorway, he took a brief glance back.

"You know, I just noticed that you're incredibly fat!" 623 was saying to Clyde, jabbing him in the gut with his finger. "You could stand to do a bit of extremecardio!"

Clyde glanced up over at Stitch and mouthed the words 'Help me'. Stitch could only give him an apologetic look as he headed out into the hallway.

Once he left the room, Stitch's demeanor took a drastic change. His eyes narrowed into a scowl, and his hands balled into shaking fists. "621…" he muttered with conviction in his tone. "You better not have hurt her… Lilo. I'm coming."

Stitch walked down the hallway and descended the stairs. He halted when he reached the living room, seeing the other experiments, Angel, Jumba, and Pleakley. As expected, all of his cousins looked pretty roughed up after their test fight with him. Thankfully, none of them were hurt too badly.

"Ahh, 626!" exclaimed Jumba, just noticing him. "So you are finally v'being awake. And just in time. V'we'll be leaving in about one hour.

"We?" Stitch repeated in English. "Jumba… coming?" he questioned.

"Not just Jumba!" piped up one of Stitch's cousins in Tantalog. Stitch looked over at Sparky who was perking up over the couch. "All of us. We'll all have your back."

Stitch blinked. "I… I'm grateful. Really. But I can't ask you guys t-"

"Oh, give it a rest." Bonnie said in English. "Don't think this is all about you. It's not like the rest of us want to see anything happen to Lilo, either. Don't worry, we'll stay out of your fight, but say 621 tries to pull a fast one. If that happens, he'll have us to deal with."

"And me!" exclaimed Pleakley. "I'm going to help, too!" He was suited up in what Stitch assumed was suppose to be some sort of makeshift combat suit, composed of a shower curtain, shower cap, and oven mittens. He was armed with a broom stick.

Bonnie gave him a sort of disgusted, disapproving look. Granted he didn't really do anything wrong, but could this guy get any lamer?

"Now then, 626…" spoke up Jumba as he outstretched his arm and guided Stitch to the side of the room to speak with him privately. "There are some things you are to v'be knowing about Experiment 621. Orr, maybe not. How mach are you rememv'bering about him?"

Stitch tapped his chin thoughtfully as he thought back. "Hmm… I don't remember much." He admitted. "I just remember another experiment who use to help you around the lab. He… did something to himself. Transformed himself into a monster."

"Yes, and you defeated him shortly after that." Confirmed Jumba. "It seems as though he has reverted v'back to his original state, yet… I am h'aving terrible suspicions that he has gained the ability to shift v'back and forth v'between his two forms at v'will. In your fight, if he is to v'be changing v'back into monsterous form, then… well… Just remember to v'be taking this fight seriously, 626."

"Already planning to." Stitch responded. "Uh, Jumba? When you guys say you're all coming, does that include...?" he attempted to finish the question in English. "Is… Nani also…?"

"Nnno. I thought it v'would be v'best if she didn't come along." Jumba explained. "For her sake."

Earlier That Morning

Nani paced back and forth in the living room, rubbing her temples. "I can't believe what you're suggesting!" she rounded on Jumba who was seated at the edge of the couch. "Lilo's been kidnapped by some pupule little monster, and you're saying I should just go to work like nothing's wrong!?"

"Older sister should v'be ca'lming down." Jumba advised her. "There's no reason to v'be getting worked up."

Jumba quickly regretted his chosen words, when Nani gave him a furious, piercing glare. "No reason to get worked up!? Lilo has been kidnapped! Maybe you're not getting how serious this is!"

Jumba raised his hands up defensively. "I do I do." he tried to assure her. "It's just… Stitch should v'be v'back to his full strength v'by now. And at his fullest, I know for a fact that he can easily overcome Experiment 621. So as I said, there is nathing for older sister to v'be v'worrying about. Experiment 626 v'will have little girl v'back home v'before lunch time. Aand maybe Pleakely v'will be making little square pastrami sandwiches everyone likes."

The four eyed alien stood up and put a hand on Nani's shoulders. "Have faith in Stitch. He'll rescue her. You'll see."

Nani sighed and massaged in between her eyes. "Yeah… Yeah I guess. Alright." She finally said. "I'll… I'll just go to work then."

Present

Stitch nodded in understanding as Jumba told him the gist of what happened. 'Nani. Don't worry.' he thought silently. 'I promise, I'll save her.'

Within the next half hour, Stitch got himself prepared. He had to repeatedly insist that 623 not put him through any "warm up exercises". The last thing he needed, so early before the fight, was a fatal injury.

Thirty-one minutes on the clock. Stitch had gone into the kitchen to be alone and get himself mentally prepared. He couldn't make any stupid mistakes, or Lilo could pay the price. His thoughts were trained on the memories he had of 621. He tried to recall everything 621 was capable of. His abilities. The general way in which he fought.

Suddenly, Stitch felt a warm comforting hand on his back. He turned around and locked eyes with Angel. She just smiled at him. It was all he really needed.

"It's time to go." She said softly in Tantalog. "You ready?"

"Yeah." He said, with a cheerful grin that hardly reflected the stress and worry he felt on the inside. "Let's go save Lilo."

---

Nani's day so far at the surfboard rental hut had been rather mild and uneventful. She wasn't being swarmed with an endless sea of customers like she usually was during the tourist season. All in all, this is what she'd refer to as a good day at work, but she found herself far too worried about Lilo to appreciate it. She anxiously tapped her fingertips on the wooden front counter of the hut.

"What in the world was I thinking, listening to Jumba…?" she asked herself, shaking her head. "I shouldn't be here. I should be trying to help get Lilo back."

Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted someone approaching the hut. Her first impulse told her it was a customer, but when she got a better look at him… "Oh no... This is all I need." she groaned.

David was dressed in a cheap brown suit, had gelled back his hair, and was carrying over a bouquet of flowers. "Ahem. Uh, Nani?" was his awkward greeting as he walked up to the front counter of the hut.

"David?" Nani responded, giving him a very cynical look.

He gulped and seemed to struggle to gather up enough composure to say what he had come to say. "I… I just came to uh… Well that fight we had the other night was kind of silly, so I figured since you've had some time to cool your head-"

David immediately wished he had more wisely chosen his words. Nani gave him a heated glare, and he nearly lost his backbone. "N-n-no, that's not what I meant!" he tried to assure her. "B-both of us! I just figured we both needed some time apart to mellow out. R-right? So now that we're both calmer we can work this out… can't we?"

Nani's gaze softened, but more out of exhaustion rather then sympathy for David. She cupped her hand over her forehead and sighed "Can we talk about this later, David?" she pleaded. "Now really isn't a good time. I have a lot on my mind."

"Uh, y-yeah sure… Sure, that's fine." Responded David, nodding in understanding. "But what's wrong? Something up?"

Nani gave another exasperated sigh. "If you have to know, I'm kind of dealing with a family emergency at the moment, alright?"

"Family emergency?" David repeated, looking concerned. "Well what is it? Did something happen to Lil-"

"You know what, David? It's not really any of your business." Nani said rather harshly. "You're not part of my family."

"But… but I could be!" David said with a start. "I mean, that's what this is all about, right? I don't get you. You're always saying how our relationship can't work because you're too busy taking care of your family. Well that was the whole point of our argument! How we can't get serious unless I commit myself more? Well here I am trying to do that, and you still-"

"Enough David!" Nani suddenly snapped. "Just… just leave, please."

David looked hurt and taken aback. "I… Sorry. I guess I'll just leave you alone then." He said as he solemnly placed the bouquet of flowers on the counter. With slunk shoulders, he turned and left her be.

With another sigh, Nani dropped down out of sight behind the counter, putting her back up against the inside of the wooden shack. She felt horrid… guilty. Not about what she had said to David, but simply over the fact that she was having such a stupid dispute with him while her sister's life was in danger. "Lilo… Just be alright."

---

"Unngh… Al-most… there…"

Deep in the heart of the Kauai island forests, concealed by the luscious and exotic plant life, was a twenty-foot deep pit, punctured right into the hard soil, and a great deal of grunting was echoing out from it as a certain man climbed his way to the top. New York photographer, Anthony Fissure. A young man of 20, born and raised in the UK, with a tan complexion and mid-length, dark brown hair matted to his head. He had a medium body build and a normal physique. His eyes were a light shade of brown.

Anthony's clothes were stained with dirt, from hours of dragging his body up alongside the inside wall of the pit, trying to get back to the top… and now finally it was paying off. He took it slow, not wanting to jinx his chances as he saw that he was reaching the top. Hand by hand, he dug his fingers into the dense earth, clinching his teeth through the pain. His nails felt like they were about to be ripped off, his finger tips burning like mad. The joints of his fingers ached to an unbearable degree.

"Come… come on…!" he grunted, now only inches away. Finally, he managed to reach up his hand over the edge and pull himself up to the surface. He dragged himself a good few feet away from the pit before letting himself collapse onto the ground, his hands shaking in pain. "Oh God… Finally…" he breathed. "When I see that bloody alien I'm going to-Ah! That's right!" Suddenly remembering the three other aliens he had snapped pictures of, he scrambled up to his feet. It was rather difficult to push himself up with his hands being so sore.

The professional photographer ventured through some bushes back the way he had come. Soon enough he returned to the spot where he had left his cell phone. He could hardly contain his excitement as he picked it up, flipped it open, and began dialing his boss's number.

---

Elsewhere…

Personnel 1(Female voice): I'm picking up an interesting call. Doesn't sound very legit, but it's being made from Kauai island.

Personnel 2(Male voice): That's retired agent Cobra Bubbles' hotspot, right?

Personnel 1: We've been getting this a lot for the past year, but apparently Mr. Bubbles has managed to cover things up with that Jumba Jonas story.

Personnel 2: Jumba Jonas? What's that?

Personnel 3(Female voice, English accent): You haven't heard? The story goes that Jumba Jonas, a former inventor, has been making cute little robots designed to depict mythological monsters spoken of in ancient stories on the island. They're for the tourists.

Personnel 1: But this is just a cover up. In reality, the inventor's name is Jumba Jookiba. He's more of a mad scientist then an inventor. And he's an alien… The little robots he created are genetic experiments. They're living beings.

Personnel 2: Oh… You'd think I would have heard about that.

Personnel 1: You'd think. Anyway, that cover up story should keep the situation out of the red, but let's be on the safe side.

Personnel 2: Right. Morgan, go ahead and set the call on full audio for us.

Personnel 3: Got it.

…

Anthony Fissure: -elling you, boss, these photos are legit! You just said it yourself! There's been no reports of Jumba Jonas making a robot that looks like a chubby little bloke with golden-tan fur!

Morgan: That voice…

Personnel 2: What's that, Morg?

Morgan: N-nothing.

Anthony's Boss: Well maybe he made a new one.

Anthony Fissure: Alright, alright, maybe. But wut' about the giant shark alien!? No one can make a robot that big! Not one that can walk and talk like that!

Personnel 2: What's he talking about?

Personnel 1: There's a gun for hire hiding out on the island, trying to capture Jumba's experiments. A large shark-like alien. He's been managing to avoid alien authorities, but he's also been taking care of covering his own story. He has people believing that he's just Samoan.

Anthony Fissure: I think I saw another one too… I'll have to get the photos developed. But I know that I did see them abducting a little Hawaiian girl.

Anthony's Boss: *SIGH* Alright… alright, fine. Get back to New York, get the photos developed, and I'll see about this for myself.

Anthony Fissure: I-I will! Thank you, sir! You won't regret this, I swear. *HANGS UP*

Anthony's Boss: Hrrrm… *HANGS UP*

Personnel 1: This could be bad…

Personnel 2: I'll call Cobra Bubbles. He'll probably want to have some agents waiting for this guy at the Lihue airport. *GETS OUT OF SEAT AND LEAVES ROOM*

Morgan: …That voice…

---

They made their way down the shoreline. Stitch, backed up by Angel, Jumba, Pleakeley, Sparky, Bonnie, Clyde, Richter, Slugger, and Experiment 623. 621's instructions had been quite vague. Slugger reasoned that if they just kept heading down the south shore, they'd eventually come across the meeting point.

Indeed, they eventually arrived to the scene. Peculiarly, it was the work out spot with weight lifting machines and the very same boxing ring in which Stitch had once fought Kixx. The area was mostly void of people at the moment, aside from the two individuals who stood in the ring, waiting for Stitch. Stranger still, neither of them was 621. It was just Gantu and 625. Gantu literally looked dressed to box and 625 held up the containment pod holding Lilo.

"Stitch!" she called out, happy to see he was alright after his last encounter with Gantu. She wasn't very surprised, though.

"Lilo!" Detaching himself from the group, Stitch leapt out, flipping in the air, and landing on the top rope of the ring. "Grrr, Gantu! Oon-gata 621!?" he demanded.

"621 isn't here." Gantu replied, dryly. "You best stop worrying about him, and start worrying about me! I'myour opponent, trog!" he shouted, pounding his right gloved fist into his chest.

"Gantu let Lilo go!" Stitch spat back.

Gantu's eyes suddenly flared with a strange rage that Stitch was sure he had never seen before in the former captain of the Galactic Armada. It was a look of pure hatred and resent. It almost reminded him of the way 621 would look at him.

"Forget the Earth girl…" Gantu said in a low growl. "Forget 621. Focus on the task at hand! Your fight against me!! I've waited far too long for this!!!"

Stitch's black alien eyes narrowed. He glanced back at his friends, giving them a look to wordlessly tell them to deal with 625 and Lilo, before turning his sights back on Gantu. "Ih." Was all he said, as he hopped down from the rope and into the ring.

Gantu looked down at 625. "Leave." He said in a very harsh, unfriendly manner.

"Alright alright, geez. Someone's taking this whole thing way too seriously." 625 muttered, as he started to drag Lilo out of the ring with him. As he did so, he took another quick glance at Stitch. The blue experiment was staring down Gantu with a cold, calm expression that seemed just as uncharacteristic as Gantu's sudden hateful rage. "Huh! Make that someones."

Stitch's allies gathered around the right side of the ring to watch the fight. They didn't forget their main concern though. They had to get back Lilo. "So, what do we do?" questioned Sparky in Tantalog. "Getting Lilo back would be a snap, but…" They all looked over at 625 who was now on the other side of the ring with Lilo.

"Humph! What's the big deal? It's just one experiment." 623 scoffed.

"Yes, but… we need to be careful." Advised Angel. "Experiment 625 has all of booji-boo's powers."

"Experiment 625?" 623 repeated, taking another look at the pudgy experiment. "…Him! I remember. Jumba had me attempt to train him. The ultimate slacker… No matter what I did, I couldn't break that mush ball. I'd try to make him do pushups in a field of jagged rocks, and he'd just stand back up, crack a joke, and go make a sandwich! That damn little punk!" His fists were now shaking in rage. The others took a few uneasy steps away from him.

"…He won't give you any trouble." 623 said, finally calming down. "Trust me. That slacker ain't ever going to use his powers. Angel, Sparky, Ricbter, Slugger. You four go and rescue the kid's Earth friend."

"Hey, what about me!?" inquired Pleakley. "I didn't get dressed up like an action hero for nothing, you know. I want to get a piece of the… well… action!"

623 rubbed his head. This guy was truly annoying. "Yeah, that's fine. Just don't screw things up."

As the five of them snuck off around the ring, 623, Jumba, Bonnie, and Clyde were left behind to watch the fight. 623 kept his eyes on Gantu. "…He's not the one the kid was supposed to be fighting." He observed.

Jumba shook his head. "No. I am'v afraid not."

"Then where is Experiment 621?" 623 questioned.

Jumba sighed. "I v'wish I knew. 621 is unpredictable. The only thing v'we can v'being knowing for sure is that he is v'being up to nathing good."

Back in the ring, the stare-down between Stitch and Gantu was reaching its breaking point. Their nerves had stretched to their limits, and at the slightest change in the wind, they both suddenly lunged for each other. Gantu threw a strong, running right-hand at Experiment 626. Stitch skidded to a stop, and leapt upwards just short of being struck. He landed back down onto Gantu's gloved fist and ran up along his arm. Gantu grunted in frustration. "Stop… playing… games!" he shouted, as he struggled to throw Stitch off of himself. When he finally managed to shake Stitch off from his arm, the small blue experiment simply landed himself directly on Gantu's head.

This really peeved off Gantu as he tried to grab at Stitch with both of his gloved hands. Stitch flipped backwards before he could touch him and landed right behind Gantu. Flipping onto his side, and pivoting his whole body around, Stitch struck the back of Gantu's left leg, tripping him and causing him to stumble backwards. Before Gantu hit the mat, though, Stitch shifted onto his back and repeatedly kicked upwards with his legs, spinning Gantu around like a beach ball. With one last powerful kick, he sent Gantu flying up and out of the ring, right into the sand with a heavy thud.

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt." Chuckled 625, showing very little concern for his friend.

Gantu pulled his face up, spitting out a mouthful of sand. "Pweh! …That trog! He has his strength back!" he realized. He pulled himself off of the ground and hurried forward to climb back into the ring. "You think this changes things, Experiment 626!?" he demanded to know. "I don't care how strong you are. I'm not giving in. I will beat you!"

Stitch tilted his head slightly, giving Gantu a peculiar look. By this point the shark-like alien usually would have given up and run off. What had changed? Why was he so desperate to beat him, when there wasn't even a captured experiment on the line? Stitch didn't have much time to think about it, now that Gantu had climbed back into the ring.

Gantu charged at him, throwing another punch. Stitch evaded by leaping backwards. The distance of the leap was enough to throw him into the ropes behind him and propel him right back at Gantu. He flipped around in midair, so that his feet were pointed towards him, and sent a powerful double kick right towards Gantu's chest. Gantu was knocked back, his feet skidding along the ring. He used the ropes behind him to brace his blow, and grabbed onto the top one to keep himself from collapsing from the painful force of Stitch's attack.

"You… think you're so great, don't you?" questioned Gantu through heavy breaths as he clutched his throbbing chest. "You think you prove something every time you make a mockery of me!? Just because you have all your obnoxious little powers, doesn't mean you're better then me! You didn't earn your strength!" Fighting through the pain, Gantu threw himself at Stitch again, attacking with more attempted blows. Stitch easily dodged each one.

"Grr… Gantu patoogi-na! You bad guy!" Stitch shouted back, as he sprouted his extra arms. "Not feel sorry for you!"

"I'm not asking for sympathy…" growled Gantu. "All I want is you gone!" He unleashed another punch, this one fueled by emotion. Stitch was caught off guard, not expecting him to deliver such a quick and strong attack. Gantu's gloved fist slammed into Stitch's body and sent him rocketing right out through the ropes and into the sand, right before 623, Jumba, Bonnie, and Clyde.

"I… I got a hit in!" Gantu exclaimed, just as surprised at Stitch was. His look of delight quickly shifted to a devilish grin. "I've got your number 626! Get back in here, so we can finish this!"

Stitch sat up, his head throbbing. "Ohhh…"

"You okay kid?" asked 623, helping Stitch up. "Yeah, you'll be alright. Here, take a salt tablet."

"No no, that's… I'm fine." Insisted Stitch in Tantalog. He rubbed his jaw as he looked back into the ring at Gantu.

"That Gantu sure packs a helluv'a punch, huh?" Inquired Clyde. "I didn't think he was this tough."

"You dolt!" snapped Bonnie. "He's not! The big blubber butt just got lucky. Ain't that right, cuz?"

Stitch didn't respond. As he looked into Gantu's hateful, determined gaze he found himself quite doubtful that that punch had just been a lucky hit.

623 noticed the look in Gantu's gaze as well. He crossed his arms and scoffed. "No… You're wrong." He said to Bonnie and Clyde. "I don't know anything about this Gantu guy. I have no clue how he normally behaves, but right now… this guy mean's business. He's found a strong resolve, for sure. Don't underestimate him, kid."

"I v'would be listening to 623 if I v'were you, 626." pressed Jumba. "He has a good eye for these sort of things. I should know. I designed him."

Stitch looked from 623 to Jumba and nodded. "Ih." Putting his mind back in the game, Stitch climbed into the ring for round two.

Meanwhile on the other side of the ring 625 watched the fight with great interest. Overall, Gantu wasn't doing so well. This wasn't very surprising to 625, of course, but that last punch… "Wooh, where did thatcome from?" 625 questioned following an impressed whistle.

625 kept a hand on Lilo's container, but seemed very distracted by the fight. Too distracted to notice several experiments, plus Pleakely, lurking out from around the corner of the ring and surrounding him. Lilo herself perked her head up, quick to notice her friends.

"Come ooon, what's the hold up!?" called out 625. "Fight fight fight! What am I paying for here!?"

"If I were you, I'd get a refund!" came a somewhat familiar voice from behind him. He twisted himself around, finding himself facing four experiments and the one eyed alien who had spoken.

"Heeey, that was pretty witty of me." Realized Pleakley out loud. "I'm like Spider-Man!" The four experiments groaned and grimaced, each feeling just as embarrassed as the other to be on the same side as the guy who made comic book references.

"…Alright, give Lilo back to us!" Angel ordered, pointing a threatening finger at 625. "Or you'll regret it."

"Psh! Fat chance!" retorted 625, moving in front of Lilo's container. You'll get her back if your fluffy blue pal manages to beat my blubbery stupid one! And from the looks of it, that ain't gonna happen, sister." He folded is arms in a 'So there!' kind of way.

The experiments looked at each other for a brief instance before turning back to 625. "Please, you're not fooling anyone!" laughed 624. "You're saying that you're willing to take on all four of u-"

"Hey, what about me!?" piped up Pleakely.

Angel sighed. "All… five of us?"

625's confident demeanor faded a bit as he looked at each of the experiments opposing him. Sparky was charging himself up, Richter was hovering his tail menacingly over the sand, Slugger was taking practice swings in the air, and Angel was giving him an evil glare. All four of them looked ready, nay, eager to go through him to get to Lilo. He gulped.

"Uhh, you know what? I just remembered I had a, um… appointment I needed to… uh… downtown, and… J-j-just take her!!" he suddenly bellowed. His momentary loyalty to Gantu seemed to sway just as quickly as it had appeared, as he scrambled away from the scene and took off running down the beach.

The experiments snickered to each other as Angel hurried forward to free Lilo from the containment pod. A simple "headbutt of love" did the trick.

"Lilo… okay?" Angel asked as she helped the Hawaiian girl out of the mostly shattered container.

Lilo smiled and nodded. "Of course! It's not the first time I've been in this situation. I know how to deal with Gantu and 625." She said confidently. She looked around at her rescuers, stopping for just a brief moment to raise a brow at Pleakley's outfit. "Thanks for saving me, guys." She finally said. "Come on, let's grab Stitch and get out of here."

Angel frowned slightly, and looked up past Lilo into the ring where Stitch and Gantu were squaring off once more. "I… think booji-boo wants to fight this one to end." She observed.

"Seems more like Gantu's the one who wants to settle things." Inquired Sparky in Tantalog. "But either way, you're right. We should probably just let them duke this out to the end."

Lilo turned around to watch the fight between Stitch and Gantu. She had noticed something odd about Gantu on their way to the beach. He had seemed different. More focused then she had ever seen him. And now that she watched him fighting his hardest against Stitch, she could clearly see how badly he seemed to want to defeat her friend. 'I just hope this doesn't mean anything bad for Stitch…' she thought to herself, folding her fingers together, nervously.

"Huh! Huh! HUH!!" Gantu's breaths were becoming strained and heavy. He was pushing himself to his limit, and any moment now he'd probably drop. But he wouldn't give up willingly. Not this time. He threw punch after punch, in an endless barrage that gave Stitch little chance to counterattack. The blue experiment was a bit too perplexed over Gantu's sudden resolve to formulate a good offense in his head. He just didn't get it… what was driving Gantu so far?

"Grrrr…!" No! Enough was enough. Gantu put Lilo in danger by teaming up with 621. That's all that mattered… Whatever Gantu's problem was, was his business alone. "Aneega tuga, Gantu!" he spat before blocking one of his rights punches. He gripped Gantu's gloved fist with both of his right hands. After making sure he had a good enough grip on him, he leveraged his weight to the side and threw Gantu backwards like a rag doll. Gantu was sent flying right over the heads of 623, Jumba, Bonnie, and Clyde, crashing, painfully into a workout machine.

"Had enough!?" questioned Stitch in English as he hopped up to the top rope and beamed out at Gantu with crossed arms.

"Hmph, this isn't over yet…" muttered 623 to Jumba and his two fellow experiments. "Let's move out of the way." Although they seemed a bit confused as to what he meant, Jumba, Bonnie, and Clyde obliged and followed 623 to the other side of the ring where Lilo had just been rescued.

"Ugh… d-damn you. You TROG!" shouted Gantu, pushing heavy weights off of himself as he tried to scramble back up to his feet. He was bruised and banged up from the head to toe. He stood there now, glaring back at Stitch, gasping heavily. "I've had enough of being humiliated. I am… so sick of being made a fool of by you! Do you think you're so superior, 626!?"

Stitch's eyes widened. What Gantu had said… Why did it sound so familiar?

"Myyy, 626, you are sooo great! Look, I make a DNA enhancement for my finest creation!" Mheheheh, I'm sick of it, I'm sick of it! Well everything's about to change! We'll see how Jumba feels about you now that I have used that DNA on myself!

"Things change, now!" shouted Gantu. "I'm not only going to prove that I'm better then you! I'm going to pay you back for every single time you made me look like a clown! I'm going to pay you back for costing me my job… my life!"

Stitch recalled a vague image of the past from the back of his mind. 621 trapping himself in that DNA infusing machine Jumba had built… his body twitching and warping… He mutated himself into a monster. Why? Just to make himself superior?

"We settle this, now!" declared Gantu before charging back towards the ring.

NOW WE SETTLE THIS!

"Maybe… maybe they're both in the right." Stitch realized, speaking his thoughts out loud in Tantalog. "Gantu and 621. All this anger and resentment they feel towards me… maybe I do deserve it. I cost Gantu so much and… 621 was miserable because of me…"

Gantu leapt up at Stitch on the top rope, holding his fist back to throw a strong punch.

'No!' Stitch suddenly thought, his gaze glossing over with a brand new resolve. 'Maybe I do have some things to answer for, but I try to make up for them every day. I'm always trying to make myself better, and not the destructive monster I was meant to be… but that has nothing to do with Gantu OR 621.' His four, small alien paws crunched into fists and he glared up at the oncoming giant of an enemy. With a vicious snarl he lunged himself forward at Gantu, straight for his head.

In one final finishing maneuver, Stitch slammed himself right into Gantu, in an extremely painful looking headbutt. Gantu's body went limp and for a few moments he seemed to even black out, as he fell backwards and landed into the sand with a deafening thud.

When Gantu came too, his head pounding madly, he saw Stitch standing on his chest and looking down at him. "…Oooh…" was all the shark-like alien could say, not even wanting to strain his neck to look at Stitch at this point. He was just too sore.

"…Stitch, sorry." Stitch suddenly proclaimed. Gantu's eyes widened slightly, in surprise. He looked back at the blue trog. "I… sorry for costing Gantu job." Stitch went on to say. "But, Gantu put Lilo in danger. 621 AND Gantu do bad things. Hating Stitch is not good excuse. I'm… sorry. But if you ever put Lilo in danger again, you'll be sorry."

The last bit was the clearest English Gantu had ever heard Stitch speak. "…" The shark-like alien said nothing. He just eased his head back into the sand and stared up at the blue sky.

Assuming he got the message, Stitch hopped off of him and walked over to his friends… His Ohana.

"Stitch!" Lilo ran up to Stitch, gripping him in a big hug. Not that she was worried that he wouldn't be able to beat Gantu, but… things had just seemed pretty off there for a moment. She was relieved everything worked out.

"Lilo okay?" asked Stitch, hugging her back.

"Heh, of course." Replied Lilo as they broke the embrace. "Come on, you know I can handle Gantu and 625!"

"Heh, yeah…" agreed Stitch, although it hadn't exactly been Gantu and 625 who he had been worried would hurt Lilo. Soon Jumba, Pleakley, Angel, 623, and the other experiments came running over to meet them.

"Ya sure showed him!" praised Bonnie. "Knew you could do it!"

"Not bad, kid, not bad at all." Said 623, patting Stitch on the back. "You seem pretty tuckered out, though. Need a salt tablet?"

"I am'v suggesting v'we all return back to cozy little Earth home." Suggested Jumba. "And Nani v'will probably v'be v'wanting to know that little sister is safe and sound." Everyone nodded in agreement. With several final glances at Gantu, they all headed off back to the house.

---

Night had fallen. The Lihue airport was bustling with tourists trying to board on planes and head home. Outside the airport, out in the parking lot, Anthony Fissure made his way towards the entrance, his luggage in hand and camera tucked safely away in his jacket. He was whistling happily, very pleased with himself and excited over how many new doors these photos would open up for him in the field of photography. He'd be nothing short of famous! And a very wealthy man, to boot.

Anthony's eager grin widened with each step he took, as each one brought him closer and closer to his pending fame and glory. When he neared the entrance, he reached out with his free hand to open the door. Suddenly, he felt something hard slam against the back of his head. His eyes rolled, and he slipped out of consciousness within seconds, dropping his luggage and falling to the pavement, limp. Hands reached down and began digging through his clothes and luggage. The hands were gloved with long, baggy dark green sleeves.

"He's got a camera on him… It's not digital." Said one man to the other.

"Can't find anything in his luggage." Responded the other man. "Let's bring him along with the camera. If it's not the right one, we can question him."

"Right." Together, they lifted up Anthony's unconscious body, and along with him and his camera, they fled, leaving his luggage behind.

Hours passed. Suddenly, three men in suits came marching out from the entrance. The one leading the trio was none other then Cobra Bubbles. He had a cell phone pressed to his ear. "The last flight's taken off." He was saying. "We questioned everyone we could, and none of them were a match. Either this guy's leaving Hawaii some other way, or he's still he-" He suddenly tripped over an open case of luggage that had been left right out front of the entrance. The other two suited men reached out and grabbed him by the arms to keep him from falling.

"Are you alright, Mr. Bubbles, sir?" one of them asked. Cobra silently nodded. His eyes were now locked onto the luggage. He knelt down and took a brief look through the contents. He found something of particular interest… a single cased photograph underneath the balled up clothes.

"I really hope…" Cobra began to say as he lifted the picture up. "That this wasn't the guy…"

"I suppose it is possible, sir." Acknowledged the other suited man. "I can't imagine someone just leaving their luggage out here like this. And if something happened to this guy, it would explain why he never boarded."

"Yes… If someone else knew about this, and decided to get to the guy before us, then this has definitely turned into a pending Code Red." Agreed Cobra. "But that's not exactly what I meant." He stood up straight and put the phone back to his ear. "We have an issue. Put… Morgan Fissure on the line."

---

Every muscle was sore. His limbs were heavy, which severely impaired his ability to move around, yet somehow Gantu managed to bring himself back to the ship by nightfall. With his shoulders slinking forward and his feet dragging, he approached the front hatch. It was there that 625 seemed to be waiting for him. There was something strange about the look on the pudgy experiment's face. He gave a start when he saw Gantu approaching, and smiled awkwardly.

"Uh… hey there, Gantu. How you holding up?" asked 625 raising his hand in a small wave. "Hey, no hard feelings about running off on your back there, right?"

"I don't really care anymore, 625." Replied Gantu with a grim tone. "I just want to lie down and forget this day ever happened." He dragged himself past 625 and into the ship.

625 gulped nervously and followed him at a short distance. "Yeeah, why don't you go ahead and do that? No reason to look around, just head straight for your roo-"

"What happened in here!?" Gantu suddenly demanded, cutting off 625. The large shark-like alien stared around the ship with wide, horrified eyes. Everything in the ship that hadn't been tightly "bolted down" was gone. Every bit of technology and furniture. From the couch to the communication monitor. The place had been stripped clean. All that was really left was the wall paneling and then the ship's front console in front of where the pilot seat had use to be.

"Heh, yeah… It was like this by the time I got here." Explained 625. "Honest. So… it looks like he nabbed almost everything. Even got the spare parts and junk from the back… Oh, and the other three experiment pods you got a hold of."

"…He?" repeated Gantu. His eyes narrowed into a deep scowl. "621."

"Well hey, never fear. He was decent enough to leave the fridge." Said 625, as though Gantu were to find some sort of comfort in this fact. "So my sandwiches are a-okay."

Gantu didn't respond. Without a single world or glance to spare for 625, he dragged his feet to his room in the back of the ship. 625 frowned slightly. "Well that's odd. Usually he'd be trying to throttle me to cope with his anger, in a situation like this." He followed Gantu and peered inside of his room. 621 had seemed to have taken everything in there too, including the bed… yet Gantu had just let himself fall onto the hard floor where his bed had use to be. He appeared to be sleeping.

"Wow… This isn't like him at all." 625 thought out loud. "Wonder what happened to him back there… Ah well! I'm going to go chow down on a sandwich."

---

621 had achieved some good distance between himself and Gantu's ship. Not to say that he was concerned that the big oaf would come after him. Even if he did manage to sum up the courage to do so, 621 knew he could easily dispose of him. 'By this point, I'm sure 626 has defeated him. Which means that his full strength has returned. It's time to put my plan into action.'

He tossed the experiment pod he held up and down. It was one of three he had nabbed from Gantu's ship on his way out. If 626 had his "cousins" to back him up, then 621 would also have a bit of extra help from other experiments… but they would be his underlings. His lackeys.

621 had also taken all the machinery, technology, weapons, spare parts, and even furniture he could get his hands on. He was pulling them along through the forest on a huge collapsible hover pad transporter he had found in the back of the ship with the spare parts. With everything he had taken, he would be able to set up his own base of operations in no time.

Soon enough 621 came to a clearing out of the forest. He had arrived to a ledge overlooking a deep, massive canyon in which he could not spy the end to. The ten mile long Waimea Canyon. ((The one near the end of the original L&S movie, where the Sunburned Tourist was enjoying an ice cream cone, but had it knocked out of his hand by the wing of either Gantu or Jumba's ship. Can't recall which.))

"Here. I'll build here…" 621 decided out loud. It was the perfect spot. It was nicely concealed, and had a constant supply of water. He'd be able to hold up here until he was completely ready. "But don't worry, Experiment 626. I won't keep you waiting for too long." He said with a wide, devious grin. He began chuckling too himself, which quickly turned into psychotic laughter that echoed throughout the trench.

---

The Pelekai residence stirred in the night with the sound of cheerful laughter, as Lilo's broken ohana and the experiments who had helped on the beach celebrated her rescue. They stayed up late, eating pizza and watching some of Lilo's favorite giant monster movies. For dessert, Nani whipped up some coconut cake, much to Stitch's delight.

Now at 11pm as the others were falling asleep in front of the tv, Stitch and Lilo sat out on the back patio, talking. Currently, Stitch was stuffing his face with a left over slice of coconut cake while Lilo sat at the very edge of the balcony, her legs dangling over.

Lilo looked back at Stitch as he scarfed down the last bit of the cake. "Um… Stitch?" she spoke up to get his attention. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Stitch listening." Stitch responded, as he licked his stubby alien fingers.

"Well… I know it's important that you and Angel spend time together." Lilo began. "I don't want to make it seem like I'm against that or anything, but lately I'm just starting to feel like… Well… do you like spending time with Angel more then you do spending time with me?"

"Eh?" Stitch tilted his head, looking confused. He wondered what Lilo meant by that, but then suddenly he remembered his earlier conversation with Angel. Was this what she had been talking about? "N-naga!" he suddenly exclaimed, standing up. "Stitch not like Angel more then Lilo! Angel Stitch's booji-boo. Lilo Stitch's best friend. Stitch like Lilo and booji-boo the same, but… different."

Lilo sighed and looked out to the tree tops before her. "If you say so…" she said, half-heatedly.

Stitch frowned. Clearly, Lilo wasn't feeling so reassured. Even he could see that. "Stitch… spend more time with Lilo!" he promised walking forward and plopping down by her side at the edge of the balcony. "It okay with Angel. She tell Stitch to spend more time with Lilo!"

"...Angel told you to?" repeated Lilo, soundly mildly surprised.

"Ih." Stitch confirmed with a solid nod.

There was a brief pause as Lilo took in this bit of information. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it wasn't really that surprising. She found herself feeling guilty for holding a grudge against Angel even it were for the briefest of moments.

"Lilo have hula class tomorrow?" Stitch suddenly asked, drawing back Lilo's attention. She shook her head.

"No… Are you spending the day with Angel?" she asked back.

"Nuhuh. Not tomorrow." Stitch responded.

Lilo smiled. "So… then tomorrow we can track down some more experiments!" She suggested. "Is it on?"

"Yeah. It on." Repeated Stitch, with a smile of his own. Angel had been completely right. He couldn't neglect Lilo just because he wanted to spend time with his booji-boo. He couldn't forget who his best friend was… And starting right then and there, he was going to do everything he could to make sure that he and Lilostayed friends.

"I am'v not v'wanting to talk about this anymore!" shouted a sudden voice from within the kitchen, making Lilo and Stitch completely forget about their conversation. They looked back at the kitchen door, wondering what was up. From the sound of Jumba's voice, he seemed to be drawing closer towards the door.

Stitch suddenly stood up and grabbed Lilo by the neck of her dress. Before she could question what he was doing, he leapt up onto the side of the house with her, his other hand and feet sticking to the angled surface. He easily climbed up to the roof, carrying her with him.

"Uh… Stitch? Why are we on the roof?" Lilo asked, as Stitch let go of her. He simply shushed her before turning to look down over the edge of the roof. He wanted to hear what was going on, but knew that Jumba would probably drop the subject if he knew that he and Lilo were there, listening.

"There is v'being absolutely nathing to v'worry about!" Jumba insisted as he barged out through the door and out onto the back patio. He was followed by Experiment 623.

"Not according to what you've told me!" countered 623. "Experiment 621 is unstable! Dangerous! And he's out there. What are you planning to do, just leave him to the kid and his Earth friend!?"

"Psst! What is he saying?" asked Lilo prodding Stitch's shoulder with her finger. Although she knew a bit of Tantalog, full Tantalog sentences were still slightly over her head. Knowing this, Stitch decided to translate… as best as he could with his own broken English.

"V'well v'what do you expect me to do about it!?" demanded Jumba, angrily.

"Something!" shot back 623. "621 is your responsibility! You created him and it's your fault that he's such a psychotic mess. Right!?"

Jumba opened his mouth to try to defend his point further, but at this point had nothing to say. 623 was right, of course.

623 sighed and folded his arms. "621 ain't the only one, you know." He said. "Does the kid and his Earth friend know about them? Those other experiments who you brought to their worst? I can name several experiments whose minds and personalities have been twisted past their destructive programming. Experiments who destroy and maim out of anger and revenge, rather then for fun. True dangers... Just like 621! And it's all because of you."

"V'what do you expect!? I v'was evil v'back then!" argued Jumba. "…V'but no. Stitch and little girl are not knowing yet. I… v'was planning on getting around to v'warning them."

"No Jumba." Said 623, shaking his head. "I know a couple of these experiments, and the kid and his Earth friend will need more then just a warning. They'll need full preparation. They'll need on the field help! Do you have any idea what these experiments are capable of? Have you forgotten, or are you just choosing to ignore it like a pansy!? Huh!?"

"I do not need to hear this! I know v'what I am doing!" shouted Jumba. He shoved past 623 and headed back into the kitchen.

623 was left shaking his head in a disappointed manner. "Pathetic, Jumba. Running away from your past… I thought that was beneath you."

Lilo frowned and looked back at Stitch. "I don't… get it." She said, scratching her head. "I met 621, and he seemed pretty bad. From the way Jumba and Trainer are talking, it's almost like there are experiments who are even more dangerous then 621."

Stitch cocked his head and looked at her strangely. "Trainer?" he repeated.

"Oh, I gave 623 a name earlier today." Explained Lilo. "But back on topic. What do you think they mean when they say we'll need help?" she questioned. "Haven't we proven that we can deal with any of the experiments, by now?" The only response she got from her fluffy, blue friend was a clueless shrug.

---

Back in town, several men were up late, drinking and hanging out in the confines of the official Kauai gun club((Does Kauai even have a gun club, you ask? Probably not. But who knows?)). It was a worn out old complex in the far end of town, sharing its district with several stores. The inside seemed just as raggedy, and frankly so did the men with their beer guts and scruffy facial hair. They laughed and joked as they sat back in folding chairs, drinking beer and watching tv in the front lobby of the building. In the back, where a collection of guns was kept, a few of the men were taking practice shots in their makeshift shooting range.

Suddenly, another man came bursting in through the front door holding up a paper bag from the local coffee shop. "'Ey guys! I got some doughnut holes!" he announced, setting the bag down on a table. The other men gathered around for the tasty treat, but what one of them found within the bag surprised him.

"Hey, what the heck's this suppose to be?" he questioned, holding up the small blue ball he had found within the bag. It was labeled with a number. 614. "Some kind of new flavor?"

Meanwhile…

All the way across town, Mr. Jameson's hotel was checking in its final customers for the night. As tourists retired to their rooms, the janitor was left to mop up the lobby. He was a young man with an i-Pod pinned to his belt and headphones placed over his ears. He bobbed his head to whatever music he was listening to as he repeatedly dunked his mop into a bucket of water and wadded it against the floor. Too caught up in his music, he didn't notice the strange blue pod that lay on the floor behind him as he backed up to dunk the mop back into the bucket. His heel rolled off the pod and nearly caused him to stumble completely backwards, yet somehow he managed to stay on his feet.

"Woah! …What was that?" he wondered, checking around underneath his feet. He spotted the pod and bent down to pick it up. "6… 1… 0." He muttered, wording the numbers that were printed on the surface of the pod. "Must be some little kids ball or something. Whatever." He casually tossed it back over his shoulder and right into the bucket of water, figuring he'd just throw it away later. What happened next was beyond his belief.

As the young man turned around and started to walk forward back to the bucket, he noticed a strange light emitting from it. He paused and lifted his brows. "Uh… okay?"

The light grew brighter, and soon a strange glowing orb of energy began to expand out from the bucket. With a final, blinding flash of light, the bucket was suddenly overturned and a strange creature stood over it.

Experiment 610 had a feminine body structure very much like Angel's. She had wide, black, alien eyes, medium-length ears, and strange antenna-like appendages jetting from the top of her head and dangling out from beneath her throat hanging loosely over her chest. The ones on her head almost looked like a crown in their clumped state, with six small ones bridging together at an angle and a much larger, thicker one growing out between them. Each of them had strange nubs at their ends, which swirled with bizarre mixtures of colors and patterns. It was the same case with her toes and nails. Her fur color consisted of both red and black with red covering most of her head, the upper part of her nose, and her belly. Her ears, areas around the outer sides of her eyes, chin, antennas, surface of her nose, and the rest of her was black. A final notable feature was her palms and the bottom of her feet which glowed with a faint, but unnatural ruby-tinted light.

"Waah!! Wh-what the hell are you!?" the janitor exclaimed, this time falling fully onto his butt. He scooted back away from the creature, fearfully.

Experiment 610 smirked at the young man's fear. She took a brief glance around her surroundings. "Hmm… this will do. This will do just fine." She commented to herself in Tantalog. She looked back at the fearful young man and smirked. "You look like you'd make a good servant." She raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

Meanwhile…

Back at the gun club, the men were piling out of the building, running for their lives. They were being fired at by someone… or something. One of the bullets knicked the back of one of the men's legs. "Ahh!" he fell to the ground, clutching his leg in pain. A couple of the others reluctantly went back for him, helping him up and dragging him along. "Come on man, come on! That thing's coming!"

As the men disappeared, screaming into the night, their attacker was left standing in the entrance of the gun club with a look of indifference on his face. "Hmph..."

Experiment 614 was tall for an experiment. An inch or two taller then even 627 had been. He was lean around the chest area, and his abdomen was only slightly rounded. Currently he had four arms, and though his nails were dull the nails of his toes, two on each foot, looked to be sharp. His nose was round, and his ears which seemed to grow out from near the very back of head rather then near the top or sides, were quite long and shaped at the ends. The tips vaguely resembled fat thunderbolts. 614's left eye was quite narrow, and he seemed to be keeping his right eye shut tight. Perhaps it was injured. His fur color was yellow and black, black covering his chin, belly, fur around the outer areas of his eyes, and the furry side of her ears. His palms, nails, and inner flesh of his ears were also black. Everything else, but his nose, seemed to be yellow.

614 stood there at the entrance of the gun club watching the men disappear down the street. He held a shotgun in his top right arm and a handgun in his bottom left. The tall experiment glanced down at the weapons he held once the men had disappeared from view. "Guns? …They call these guns? What kind of backwater planet am I on?" He uttered these words in Tantalog. His voice was deep and smooth.

Still staring at the guns he had used, 614 retreated back into the gun club. He laid out the shotgun on the table and started to take apart the handgun with ease, examining each piece. "Explosive powder? What pathetic technology. How am I supposed to accomplish anything with these?" He narrowed his narrow eye even further. "I need to find better weapons… or build them. Once I do I'll seek out Jumba Jookiba." He decided.

Back at the hotel…

Something incredibly bizarre had happened to the hotel. It had been warped and transformed into a completely different structure. It was now a taller, twisted and bent building with large clumps of some sort of strange material that floated around the structure like the gunk in a lava lamp. They swirled with the same colors as the nubs at the end of 610's antennas.

The inside of the hotel had changed too. The lobby now looked very much like an alien royal palace. 610 sat on a throne constructed of earth. It seemed to have just grown up from beneath the ground, shaping into a perfectly comfortable seat. 610 eased back into the throne, very satisfied with the work she had done. She smiled smugly, watching the creatures she had created running around, trying to please her. Some were bringing her food and refreshments and a couple of them were fighting simply for her amusement.

These bizarre creatures were about the size of bears, with strong, thick chests and shoulders. Their hind legs were shaped like those of a dog, and they used their long three fingered arms to propel themselves around like gorillas. Their bodies were composed entirely of shifting, swirling dark colors. The creatures had no heads or faces, simply large humps where any other creature's neck would be. The only reason they could see and hear was because 610 had made it so. They were products of her magic after all.

One of these strange servants came running up to the side of 610's throne carrying a large old-style fan it had found. It began waving the fan up and down frantically, to try to cool her off. Of course there was no need, as it wasn't very hot, but 610 allowed it. Strapped onto the hump that was the creature's head was something very notable… a pair of headphones.

"This is nice…" sighed 610 in Tantalog. "I think I'll just relax here for a while, as you servants do some recon for me. Once I know enough about this world and spread my magic through the lands, I'll have a powerful enough army to cripple all of Jumba's experiments. He'll have no way of defending himself when I come after him."

"I'll do whatever it takes." 614 was saying all the way across town. He was gearing himself up with the inferior weaponry he found throughout the building. They would have to do for now. "I'll shoot down anyone in my path to get to Jumba Jookiba. That's the path I've chosen. This is all about…"

"This is all about…" 610 was saying all the way across town at exactly the same time. In union, these two distant experiments uttered the same word."Revenge"

To be continued…

[No, I don't hate Pleakley and I won't be making a habit of turning him into the annoying dumby of the group. XD It was just too easy and ammusing to do so in this particular chapter. Couldn't pass it up.

So I addressed an issue that I felt was very important in this chapter. I wanted to express Gantu's feelings about his constant failures throughout the series. As many fans probably realize, Gantu isnotincompetent and certainly not weak. He's just unfortunate enough to have an enemy like Stitch who puts him in the dog house time and time again. I really thought it was important affirm the grudge Gantu holds against Stitch in a less then comical fashion. It was also important for me to do this early in the fic, because Gantu will not be playing thehugestrole in the rest of this particular story.

I also thought it wasveryimportant to have Stitch develop a strong resolve so early in this story as well, before he gets too deep in what will be a modestly lengthy struggle with 621. The thing is, YES 621 was done wrong by Jumba, but not so much by Stitch. And it also needs to be considered that Stitch was still bad during the events of the game Stitch: Experiment 626. Here and now, he's good and he's the hero of the story. I wanted to make sure there'd be no question inhismind that he's doing the right thing by trying to stop 621 when time comes around for them to face each other. Stitch can't be concerned with 621's reasons for revenge as long as said experiment is seeking to do harm to him and his friends.

So, with that we'll end this episode. I'll get the next one done as soon as possible. Be sure to check out my experiment pics on my profile!]