1. Chapter 1 (1/2)
i found this on my computer while i was cleaning it up, the other day, and figured "hey, this is kinda cute, and i'm pretty sure it's finished...why not post it?". so...that's pretty much all i'm doing. it takes place in the episode with "fibber", but that's kind of obvious... it's about all the info i can remember, though... this oneshot is probably over a year old. ^^;
all things considered, it had been a good day for evil genius jumba jookiba...even though he'd had to sit through that stupid "etiquette boot camp" that pleakley set up.
nani had gotten that job she'd been talking about...so maybe she wouldn't be so...prickly; lilo had managed to disguise her ever-so-obvious crush from the object of her affections, for at least another day... 199 had gotten loose, and he'd been able to witness some of the mayhem that came along with that experiment. with that fact came another important one: the revealing of pleakley's gender. the scientist smiled at the memory of his one-eyed friend's expression as that little gem had been revealed. it wasn't that he wanted to see the 'earth expert' hurt...but it was a convenient excuse to laugh at him, for now.
not that any of those should overshadow what was really to be treasured about today: he'd just noticed something very important about his fluffy blue creation.
"you've got your dinner fork, your salad fork, your dessert spoon and your soup spoon." the one-eyed alien listed from across the table, looking at them eagerly. "guess which one you use for your soup."
jumba looked down at the arrangement in front of him and nearly rolled his eyes. why did everything having to do with earth have to be so complicated? he had played god and created entirely new species, and still the evil genius still did not understand why these beings found it so important to have clothing to distinguish opposite genders. what was the purpose? feeling particularly rebellious, he voiced this sentiment.
"why use any? is better to just use bowl."
and with that, he lifted the bowl to his mouth and drank the soup. from the eye farthest to the right jumba caught 626 staring up at him curiously, heard a faint "oooh..." as the experiment's eyes lit up, and saw the little guy imitating him gleefully.
"no, no, no, no, no!" pleakley howled, attempting to wrest the half full bowl away from stitch. the experiment didn't let go, but didn't use his full strength to reclaim the dish, as the noodle-like being still had all three feet on the ground. "bowl-slurping is not good etiquette! it's the opposite of good etiquitte! it's-!"
aaand there went agent wendy pleakley. it looked like 626 had finally decided to let go of the bowl, sending the other head over heels as the opposing force disappeared.
"...bad etiquitte ..." he finished lamely as stitch licked at the soup dripping from his face, then polished off the bowl to boot. the four-eyed alien caught the slight smirk that tugged at the cyclopse's mouth before the next words were spoken.
"okay, new etiquette rule: no aliens disguised as dogs at the
unch table."
stitch gave a pitiful whine and his ears drooped, but -miraculously- didn't object further.
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the three sitting on the couch glanced at each other, bored, as pleakley prompted them to talk to those ridiculous sock puppets he'd made to look like the jamesons.
"welcome. please come in." lilo said tonelessly when the alien asked for a greeting.
they tuned out again as he attempted to introduce the puppets to them; but jumba wasn't allowed to daydream for long, as the cyclopse hissed: "introduce yourselves!"
knowing full well that it would be suicide to allow 626 to go first (though he wasn't sure whose: pleakley's for beckoning stitch over, or stitch's for bungling another 'etiquitte' lesson.) he moved over on his own, seizing the sock around what could loosely be called the neck.