Chapter 3: The Girl
“Go wake someone else up…”
“Everyone else is awake! We need to leave the plane now!
“We’re on a plane? Where is being house? Am I blowing it up again?”
Suddenly it all came back to him.
Jumba got up clumsily. The pilot continued to stare at him.
“Now, where are we being again?”
That is being right… Jap’s Pan…
“Ah, is good to be being in fresh air again!”
Jumba stretched his arms.
“So, where is little one-eyed one taking us to stay?”
“Don’t worry, a taxi will be here in about half an hour… meanwhile, there’s a park over there…”
Lilo ran on ahead, looking for Stitch, who had mysteriously disappeared after landing.
Lilo had run into someone. A girl.
Memo to self: keep one’s eyes ahead of ones body…
She brushed herself off.
“Er… ohayoo gozaimasu.”
The girl held out her hand. Lilo shook it.
She looked the girl over. She had long brown hair and large turquoise eyes. She had donned a scarlet t-shirt, a short white dress and a funny bird-beak necklace.
“Sorry ‘bout that… have you seen my… er… blue furred ectoplasmic detection dog?”
“Yeah, he went that way. Hope you find him… Well… sayonara…”
“See ya ‘round!”
Lilo ran off in the direction the girl had pointed in.
As she walked, she thought she heard a voice coming from the girl’s backpack. But she shook it off as a delusion of her paranoid mind.
“Stiiiitch! Where are you?”
Lilo spotted a hot-dog stand.
Hmm… I wonder…
She went round the back. Stitch was sucking up the mustard.
Just then, Nani called across the park.
“Lilo! The taxi’s here!”
“…and then a zombie grabbed him!”
Nani sighed. Why was it her that was cursed with this burden?
OK, so Lilo was OK. But then there was Mr Destructo, AKA Stitch. Who knew how much money he’d cost them in Japan…
And, of cause, there’s Jumba. No, it’s not just the food, but his wacky inventions as well! They should come with a slip saying Guaranteed to put a hole in your wall or your money back!
And of cause, there was Pleakly. Honolulu was bad enough, but Japan was supposed to be the fashion capital of the world!
Oh well. Maybe Pleakly had learned to cut back on the extravagant (read: expensive) stuff. Maybe Jumba had learned to cut back on the evil evilness. Maybe Stitch was less destructive.
And maybe I should have paid insurance…
“OK, here we are! That’ll be 200 yen.”
“200? Isn’t that a bit much?”
“No, Nani, 200 yen is roughly equivalent to a dollar over in the US.”
Pleakly smiled and gave the taxi driver a few leafy-green banknotes.
“Er… Pleakly, how did you know that?”
“I read the travel brochure! It’s fascinating…”
They walked up the steps into the hotel.
“Did you know that though its true name is Japanese, this neighbourhood is nicknamed after it’s elementary school, which surprisingly has an English name? If only I could remember what it was… anyway, this suburb is one of the most English-speaking areas in Japan!”
“I’m sure it’s fascinating,” replied Nani.