Chapter 5: Too Much Romeo!
“Yo yo yo, what’s up in the hizouse?”
Lilo stared at 426. He was in one of her over-sized red jumpers, which almost completely engulfed him in a sea of over-sized red jumper-ness. He had on over-sized sunglasses; in his hands was a plastic microphone that Lilo hadn’t seen since she was three.
“He’s going through one of those phases,” 419 explained. “Basically, he’s been listening to too much rap.”
“Hey, shorty, it’s your birthday, we’re gonna party like it’s your birthday…”
“Uhuh. See what I mean?”
“…Nani says stop, but ‘Lo says go, we’re the first aliens with our own TV show…”
“Um… Jumba… do you know what he’s saying?” questioned Lilo.
“Well, seems to be ancient dialect known only as ‘rapparsi’. ‘Twill take me some time to translate…”
“…you love Little Girl, holler back, Disney Channel’s where she’s at…”
“I think he’s talking about you, Lilo,” said Pleakly with uncertainty.
“What’s Disney Channel?”
“Dunno… it’s not on the listings…”
“…hey, ‘Lo, watch it flow, it’s time for Stitch and Lilo…”
Everyone turned around (or in Jumba’s case, knocked everyone else over.)
“It… is time… for bed,” breathed Nani.
Lights… shapes… voices… the Eiffel Tower in pink?
Lilo snapped her eyes open. All she could see was one giant eye.
“AHHHH! GIANT CYCLOPS!”
“WHERE?” came the squeaky voice of Pleakly.
Lilo blinked. Pleakly had backed off and was now looking for the ‘Cyclops’.
“Wha-wha-what time is it?” asked Lilo, trying (and failing) to stifle a humongous yawn.
“Is it that late? Did I miss…”
Jumba plodded in, also trying to prevent a yawn from escaping his diaphragm.
“No, no, li-li-little girl, in the mor-mor-morning…”
“What’s all the co-commotion?”
No experiment liked to be woken up at five in the morning, and of cause, 419 was no exception. She found herself thinking as she climbed down the bunk above Jumba’s something along the lines of this had BETTER be good…
“Pleakly was just about to explain why he woke everyone up at five in the morning. Weren’t you, Pleakly?”
Pleakly swallowed hard. Nani was still staring at him.
“I was? I mean… er… of cause… um… well…”
“Breakfast? Now, I found the recipe for sushi online, it’s fascinating!”
Lilo looked up from the table. Pleakly was dressed in what appeared to be some kind of uniform. On the table, raw fish rapped up in what appeared to be seaweed and rice.
“Er… no thanks, I’ll just stick to cornflakes. Stitch?”
Stitch, being Stitch, climbed up onto the table, pushed Pleakly aside and devoured everything on the plastic tray, followed soon after by the tray itself.
“Did the thought that someone else may have wanted that ever cross your mind, little monster?” Pleakly scolded.
“And who would be wanting to consume raw aquatic Earth-food?”
Pleakly stared straight into Jumba’s eye… eyes… um…
“Well, you might wanna give me a little more support… who does all the cooking?”
“And who always is putting earth fowl in dishwasher?”