Chapter 4: Secrets and Stowaways
“How many times have I got to tell you? If you come along, you have to keep quiet!”
“Well, you know how I get around food! If you had just gotten me a hot-dog…”
“I couldn’t have! That girl’s already suspicious enough… she’d think I was following her…”
“…and then I bumped into this girl…”
While Pleakly was trying to sign in (somehow he got the impression that signatures had something to do with five-page essays), Lilo was retelling the events of what happened to Jumba.
“…and then I heard this voice coming from her bag, and then I found Stitch acting like…”
“Wait, wait, wait, hold back!”
Jumba stood up and walked over to Lilo (the couch was creaking dangerously anyway) and examined Lilo closely.
“Little girl, this voice, what is it sounding like?”
“A lot like 625’s…”
Lilo didn’t like the way he said that.
“No, really, little girl,” he said unconvincingly.
“Oh, you mean, signature!”
“Yes… what did you think I meant?”
Having paid the guy his money (Nani made him pay in real cash, after the Honolulu incident she wasn’t risking anything), Pleakly strolled down the hallway of the newly rented suite, humming “Megota Questa”.
“Let’s see… Jumba has Room 21, Nani has Room 32, Lilo & Stitch have Room 22 and I have Room 33.”
He opened the door to his room, whilst opening his briefcase.
“Now for some peace and qui… AHHH!”
Pleakly suddenly dropped his case.
“OW!” the briefcase said, or at least, seemed to say.
Pleakly stared at the case. It jiggled.
“Jumba, my briefcase’s alive!”
Jumba dropped his case (which also made an ‘ow’ noise, though no-one noticed it) and rushed into the room (OK, plodded would be a better description) with a plasma gun (you’ve got to wonder why he always seems to have one on him…).
“Please to be standing back, could be vaary dangerous…”
He picked up the case by it’s bottom, with the plasma gun pointing at the floor, and opened it.
A pair of blue-rimmed glasses fell out, followed by a thing that looked extremely familiar… it fell face first onto the spectacles, picked itself up and slid it’s glasses up it’s nose.
“Um, Pleakly, did you know that your socks have a seventy-three to one stink to sock ratio?”
“Jumba, please, not so loud…”
Nani, who was now behind Pleakly, fixed her with a look that could freeze… that place… down there…
“Why did you come?”
“Well… I’ve never seen Japan, well, y’know, I’ve read about it, and I know all about it, but I’ve never actually seen it, and can I please stay? Pleeeease?”
“Well… OK. But, next time ask before squashing yourself into a briefcase.”
Jumba started walking down the hall.
“What is it being, 419?”
“You might wanna check your briefcase before…”
“Why, nothing but… FOUR-TWO-SIX!”