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"Everybody says the secret to fishing is patience.But I say if you wanna catch a fish monster, you've gotta think like a fish monster!"

It was quiet outside Kukhkini's Grocery this morning. Or as quiet as it ever was this late in to tourist season. Hardly anyone spared the two figures on the curb more than a passing glance. Lilo retrieved the fishing poles from the shopping bag before passing Stitch their ace in the hole.

"On my mark, okay?"

"Ih," the alien grunted in affirmation, prying the lid off with stubby, clawed fingers.

"Okay. Wait for it... RELEASE THE SPAM!"

The tin's contents hit the storm drain's grate with a sad "plut". Lilo nudged it the rest of the way through with a foot. Both of them peered down into the depths in anticipation.

"They're not buying it. Here, put on your disguise."
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"And my dad says that if sales pick up by the end of the summer, we'll be in a higher tax bracket so I might get to have my pony next year."

"Doesn't your dad run a t-shirt shop?"

"Quiet, Yuki."

"Hi, Myrtle!"

At the greeting, Myrtle Edmonds came to such an abrupt halt that Yuki and Elena bumped in to her. The three of them stared in mute horror. There, across the street, waving enthusiastically was Lilo Pelekai. Or... well, it couldn't be anyone else. No one else would be caught dead sitting on an upside down kiddy pail with a zombie mask over their head. The dog glared balefully at them over an enormous set of wax lips.
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"Maybe they didn't see us."

"Grrrrr... Choota!"

"Shhhh. Put those back in, you'll scare the fish."

Off in the bushes, a frog croaked.

It's quiet today down by the lake. A breeze has blown up from the Caribbean inlet engulfing the shallows in an unseasonably pleasant warmth. The turtleducks are taking advantage of the weather to dive for some of the last tasty invertebrates before autumn truly sets in. From the pier some distance away a small alien watches in silence.

In contrast to the bustle of the bar itself, it's quiet on the grounds of Milliways tonight. What remains of the summer chorus of insects has begun to grow sluggish as they feel the edge of autumn's bite closing around them. This year's crop of turtle ducklings huddle together in the lake bank, warmed by the beginnings of what will be a thick coat of adult feathers. Under the shadows of an overcast sky a small form is running.

No.

"It is an affront to nature!"

"It is the flawed product of a deranged mind."

No... "He ruins everything!"

"Where did I go wrong?!"

"I know what's wrong!"

"You're bad. And you'll always be bad!"

Nononono....

The figure stumbles as it reaches the gloom of the forest's edge, breathing heavily at it sits up on two legs.

"Stitch good. Stitch good now. Good, good, good..."

It is repeated over and over, whispered ever more emphatically.

Can't stay here. Can't stay here, he'll...

He might...

Stitch's head snaps up, eyes round with terror. He drops to all fours and is lost to the shadows.

Somewhere in the distance the night is pierced by a demon rabbit's hunting scream.

Don't make me choose!

Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth. Bwaha.

This applies to Stitch and Cerb and, because he's my only Mixed_Muses headvoice whois hung around for more than one EP, Jumba too.

Skeleton

Retractable Arms

Disclaimer: This is not my artwork. I am unclear as to who precisely the artist is, but it isn't me.

(Immediately following this)

Stitch had remained in the rafters for quite some time after the truth had come out that the bar had been invaded by BODY STEALING CREATURES FROM ANOTHER PLANET*. And he'd given this one his home address. Well, he'd told her what planet he was residing on which is the same thing. Not good. Very much with the not good.

"Not good." is in fact the mantra the alien is muttering repeatedly to himself sometime later. The pod person has vanished, leaving escape available in the direction of the stairs (he will not be going home directly, she might have some nefarious means of following him!) Stitch glares out at the scene of the bar through highly uspicious eyes and he scales the starecase. In reverse.

"Notgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgoodnotgood"

*(An old VHS copy of which currently resides between Mulan and Night of the Living Dead back home.)

Hey there!

If you're here odds are I have a slowtime with you, or we've been braining nefariously about prospective plot ideas for our pups. Or you're really, really bored and decided to follow the link out of curiousity (which is a totally legitimate reason for being here! Welcome!).

Anywho, this here entry is going to serve as a reminder for me during my fleeting moments of intarweb time as to who I owe tags to. Just comment with your pup, which of mine you want (I think Stitch is in the clear for once? Maybe?), and I'll get back to you ASAP.

As per backroom post, comment with your character's name (past, present, or uh, future?) and I will tell you:

1) how [insert pup of your choice here]'s opinion of the named character has changed over time, or
2) why [insert pup of your choice here] does or does not get along/like/other with the named pup.

Pups:
Stitch (Lilo & Stitch)
Cerberus (Greco-Roman mythology)

VIOLATIONS

Destruction of Milliways property (greenhouse).

Brawling in public (unidentified plant). Arresting team member: Clark Kent.

Brawling in public (Logan aka Wolverine). Arresting team member: Lan Mandragoran

Brawling in public (X5-494). Arresting team member: Lan Mandragoran

Threatening a member of security (Lan Mandragoran)

Assaulting another patron (Verity). Arresting team member: Belar

Several counts of theft and destruction of private property (unsubstantiated)

Dear Abby's got nothing on our resident space koala. Ask anything you'd like and get an IC response. Sadly, I can't make any guarantees that the answers will be particularly verbose. Or polite. Or intelligible...

With that in mind, fire away!

The sun breaks over a calm autumn scene. Mist rolls from the gently lapping lake, shrouding the forest and outbuildings in an opaque blanket. It's early, Too early for the dawn chorus of birdsong, too early for nearly anything to be stirring much at all. The silence is punctuated by a familiar sound.

Snufflesnufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.

There is a new quary today. Someone who has apparently taken no pains to conceal his presence at all. Jack Sparrow's pungent footfalls practically scream their location from the dewy grass. This is too easy.

Stitch leads the way down the path to a white sandy beach, the surfboard held carefully over his head. It's unseasonably warm here, as evidenced by the thriving palm tress and various other tropical flora. A warm, salt laden breeze ruffles his fur and results in an eager grin. The crash of waves is somewhat less than he's used to though. A lot less. Stitch suddenly eyes the small waves in disappointment.

For the linguistically gifted pups (and anyone who's just curious) I present a roughly translated list of Stitch's in-canon vocabulary. Please keep in mind that tone of voice has a lot of weight in his language, just as it does in most of ours. "Gaba ika tasoopa?" accompanied by a placating shrug is quite a different question than "Gaba ika tasoopa?! *growlsnarlrar*".

Edit: Millcanon vocabulary is specified by Green Text.

A
Achi-baba= Friend

Aggaba!= Stop!

Ah-chooga moopa!= Everybody out!

Aka boocha = Let me out!

Aka-choota= Gotta go!
Aka tiki baba = There it is/ It's over there

Akootah= Let's dig

B
Batookah = Formal greeting
Boojiboo = term of endearment (usually in the romantic sense)

C
Choota = ...it's not polite. We'll leave it at that.

E
Eegalagoo= Wow!

Emba-chua= You said it

F
Feeboogoo!= Bring it on!

G

Gaba? = What?

Gaba ika tasoopa?= What's the big deal?

Goobaja = Let’s go

Ih= Yes

Ika patooba = Baldy

K
Kata bakka dooka?= May I be destructive?

M
Maka maka = Hurry!

Meega = Me / I / I’m

Meega Na La Queesta = The Queen Mother of Stitchian curses

Meega-o-itume!= Get away from me!

Mockeecha!= Mine!

Morcheeba= Very nice

N
Naga= No
Naga bootifa= Not cool

Naga-takabah!= No way!

O
Ogata!=Ouch!
Ohufi = Casual greeting

S
Soka= Sorry

Takka!= Thanks!

Tukibowaba = Yahoo/ Cowabunga etc.
Toobaga = Moron/dumbass (or other! it is a flexible insult)

Y
Yu Porma dissy!= A rude remark insulting the recipient’s mother

It was raining. It almost always rained in the afternoons. Admittedly the rain was relatively sparse this late in August, but that did little to alleviate the boredom. Fat drops beat against the windows and was met by the rhythmic thudding of a tennis ball striking a wall. Thud, bounce, catch. There was very little movement to indicate that the small form was conscious. Only the wrist moved, bouncing the ball with unerring accuracy at the same patch of wall and seizing it out of the air.

Rain was the worst. At least some afternoons, he was able to wait in the tree house. Outdoors offered countless distractions. A sunny afternoon outside could almost make him forget that he had to spend a few hours alone.

It had nearly been a month and the kumu was still firm that Lilo leave Stitch at home during class. It was too risky, he’d told Nani over the phone. Lilo obviously couldn’t control the dog. What if it’d hurt someone?

There was a startled gasp from the downstairs. Pleakley was “conducting his research on human interaction” in the living room. During this time of day, it usually involved watching four hours of Soap Operas topped off with an episode of Dr. Phil. Jumba had disappeared in to the rain some time after lunch, presumably to putter around his laboratory in the large spaceship parked behind the house.

Thud, bounce, catch. Thud, bounce, catch. Thud, bounce, bouncebouncebounce…

“Hey!” Stitch cried as the tennis ball made a bid for freedom. It had slipped past his claws, rebounded off the baseboard of the lower bunk and was now quickly descending from view down the staircase.

“Aah! Meeo dakka poju!” The little alien scurried down the stairs in hot pursuit. The ball took to the air midway down the stairs. Unfortunately, further escape attempts were halted as Stitch leapt after it and seized the ball out of midair. The closed door at the bottom of the stairs rudely interrupted the pair’s flight. With a tooth rattling crash the door was thrown back on its hinges and a rolling mess of sporting good and extraterrestrial mayhem tumbled through.

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