626 Ways to Start Your Day

[Stitch]

The smell of flames and smoke filled the forest area, which would eventually attract citizens from nearby, but how had he come to this place? Some things were best left unsolved, but in the meantime something had to be done about his spacecraft, that firetruck red with a yellow lightning bolt down the side was far too uncommon to the common eye. However, in only a few moments the small creature would truly learn how odd and fascinating this world he had stumbled upon was.

"Shibbibi Babba!"

This was the sound of victory, for surviving the flames of death and coming out on top, but what else could be expected of Jumba's experiments? This was top-of-the-line, a 06 Model to be exact, #626 to be most precise. The 06 Models were specifically created to be so-called doomsday devices, or war and destruction machines, but it was hard to comprehend such a thing when it was a cute and cuddly-looking creature, blue fur did not help much either, and that talked like a gargling infant, so to speak.

"Nawikki Wagga!"

Another sound, but to the naked ear it meant nothing, jibberish, but to the koala-looking space alien, it was his only means of reaching out and communicating to the possible lifeforms on this planet, world, dimension, wherever he was located, which was impossible to detect as his little joyride had resulted in the ship crashing, thus losing all means of power, including access to the radio and radar-tracking devices; Despite his super brain power, little could be done, and he acknowledged this.

"... wikki, wikki..."

He gently whispered this, as a sound filled the air. It was another voice, one that spoke a language he had become accustomed to, but due to his stored data banks, moved to hide in a shrubbery, eyes never blinking as he awaited the body to which that early detected tone belonged to. It would not take long, and when they did arrive, an immediate course of action would take place.

[Jack Skellington]

Just as Stitch relocated himself, the lumbering figure of what appeared to be a fancily dressed skeleton appeared, a ghostly sheet of white flickering and dancing around him, this odd sight would be given a name soon enough, in a soothingly songful voice.

"Ah, Zero! So this is what you wanted to show me?"

The red-nosed canine nodded, barking and yipping a few times, which was a clear indication of agreement to his master, of which the blue furry creature lacked a name.

"It certainly is strange-looking, but! It may be just what we need for this year's celebration, that extra spice of something nice that will not only captivatingly chill and thrill, but frighten and amuse all in Halloween Town!"

The canine could only spin circles around it's too-tall owner, showing signs of enthusiasm, as best as a deceased pet could do, but to the skeleton man he was as alive as the pride of his alias: The Pumpkin King.

"Though, it appears to be broken... how dreadfully unfortunate, but where do you suppose it could have come from?"

[Stitch]

Now. Now was the time to strike, and strike he did.

"Shamimmi Wakka!"

That was the only warning Jack Skellington would get, as the foreign visitor would lunge at the lanky male, using his enhanced speed and strength to compensate for the loud noise, to close the distance between them.

[Jack Skellington]

The blue creature would have succeeded, if not for the keen senses of Zero, whom immediately alerted its master and to which thanked by moving away and to the side of the incoming creature. However, in those passing moments, the sickening green color of his trusty weapon, the Soul Robber, would be drawn and lashed out to snag the creature.

"My, my! What is it that we have here?"

The skeleton moved closer, tightening his grip on the end of the whip-like substance that kept the space monster in its grip, allowing him to visually study it for a moment, as well as hearing it groan and grunt, struggling to escape.

"I think we've found the answer to our lack of knowledge, boy, but even more so... we've found something to really put a kick into the tediousness of Halloween!"

Zero would yip a bit, and circle around his master and Stitch, taking only minor glances at the smaller creature, curious as anyone else would be to see something so, pardoning the pun, alien to their world. However, that little beast had other plans of his own.

[Stitch]

The green substance would ensnare him, causing the smaller massed one to come crashing to the ground, taking a few moments to claw, kick, and bite at the odd material restricting his movements. It would be in that time Jack Skellington would be able to observe him, but those precious few seconds allowed his super-computer brain to put together the perfect solution to escaping, and escape he did.

"Shubba Waaaan!"

Biting down, then using his flexible bones, was able to put his feet into the corners of his mouth, then readjusting his bones put enough 'slingshot force' into the feet to remove himself from Jack's Soul Robber weapon. It was a testament to the great Dr. Jumba, but more importantly it was a tribute to his incredible ability to adapt and survive, even in conflicting worlds to his own.

"No catch! Noooo catch!"

The primative voice was indicating that, try as he might, Jack Skellington would not be catching this little bugger again, nor anytime for that matter. Using his superior speed, bolted off towards his rocket, taking only a fraction of a second to leap while running and land atop of his 'mobile home', turning to stare at Jack and Zero, both of whom were still reacting to moments gone past.

"Punch-Buggy!"

With that said, the creature's sides sprouted two more arms, bringing the total to four, and equipped with his goliath-esque physical strength, dug his fingertips into the side of the rocket, the sound of metal crunching filled the air, and giving one good pull removed the vehicle from its resting place, now hovering above the adorably grinning animal, having done so by flipping with the rocket in hands, and landing on his feet.

"No punch BACK!"

That said, the little blue monster swung the rocket like a Major League Baseball player would a bat, intending to make contact with Jack Skellington, to send him flying far, far away, back to Halloween Town, maybe further. Regardless, the creature was going to put up a fight defending himself in this foreign enviornment.

[Jack Skellington]

The one called Stitch was incredibly fast, it was unbelieveable really just how much so, but one thing the Pumpkin King had on his side was Zero, as well as quick reflexes, but it was a misfortune that neither could aid him beneficially as by the time he was reoriented the blue being had already taken his rocket and swung it at him.

"Punch... buggy? Does he wish to play a game of some sort?"

The rocket would make contact, hitting him hard, sending him flying through the air where he would slam backside into a tree, causing it to open with a soft creaking sound, so soft it was not heard until a strong suction began to grab hold of his weight.

"Oh, dear! Whatever shall I do? I know..."

With quick thinking, the skeleton grabbed hold of his Soul Robber, and launched it towards a nearby tree, to use it to pull himself to safety. It flung past Stitch, whom was already clapping at himself for a job well done, but within a moment the limb the Soul Robber had curled around, due to the suction, cracked, then broke and came hurtling towards Stitch, hitting and bringing him along for the ride, with both flying inside the tree, to which the door then closed behind them, leaving Zero to howl alone.

[Stitch]

The only thing he could remember was knocking Jack back, and taking a few moments to bask in the warmth of his accomplishments was when the pain occured, hitting the back of his head and sending him towards Jack Skellington, the last place he wanted to go.

"Oooow! Wiggy-akka!"

Inside the tree, which was mesmerizing and almost blinding with the bright lights and spiraling motions the duo was forced to endure, but finding a firm foundation by digging his fingers into Jack's coat tails the smaller of the two would find some sort of comfort from this maddening spin cycle, which seemed it would never end.

[Jack Skellington]

[Continued in Christmas Town]