Mwahaha. Ficbit!
Aug. 25th, 2008 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Since I figure pretty much anyone reading this journal has seen and liked Lilo and Stitch... have a ficbit. It's excerpted from a longer piece that may not be done for a while. (Kudos to anyone who can accurately guess what the rest of the story is, I know I've mentioned it to a couple people.)
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived on an island. She had an older sister and brother-in-law to look after her, an adopted uncle with not-so-secret ties to the shadier side of the government, another adopted uncle who was not-so-secretly a mad scientist, and an adopted sort-of-aunt who was either an asexual alien or a cross-dressing one, depending on who you asked. Oh, and she had a dog. The dog's job was to get her in trouble.
The girl (her name was Lilo) was currently sitting cross-legged in the hammock outside her house, pencil in hand, frowning at the notebook in her lap and specifically at how blank the page was. She nibbled absently at the pencil's eraser as her dog's blue-furred arm (he used to be a collie before he got run over) reached out for one of the two frosty virgin pineapple margaritas resting on the table nearby. A faint slurping was heard as the girl hummed, then spoke aloud, her frustrated tone matching the way she propped a scowling face onto her left hand. "'What I Did On My Summer Vacation'," Lilo said. "If I put down the truth I'll get an 'F' again."
"Hunga jowla melinish querta," her dog opined.
"The teachers don't want to hear that I spent two weeks time-hopping trying to meet Elvis," Lilo replied.
"Jumba refna tordolf!"
"So next time we wait until after Jumba's finished putting all the pieces in," Lilo retorted.
"Kashnara wike nowling."
"No, I don't think she'd believe me even if I put the picture in." Lilo glanced at her bedroom window, where the framed picture of herself and Stitch meeting The King rested on her bedside table. She sighed. "I could write about the frog invasion, I guess...."
Her dog growled. "Torfna jakali meerbus!"
"Well, at least it's all back to normal now," Lilo said.
A clawed hand took residence on Lilo's forearm, the not-really-a-dog-after-all gesturing her to stillness. "Stitch?" Lilo asked warily.
Stitch sniffed the air, his ears twitching and his head moving from side to side. "Something coming," he said in low English. Then he focused on a particular spot in the sky, his eyes refocusing. "Uh-oh."
*
Lilo duck-and-covered as the huge whatever-it-was tore through the air above them, searing heat burning on the back of her hands and neck in its wake, and bounce-crashed through the forest beyond. She didn't think it was a ship--it looked too small and dense, not nearly spread out enough. But at least it had missed the house. Noni would have been annoyed otherwise, and so would David. They'd just finished rebuilding it after the frog invasion.
She uncrouched and looked out past the house, up the hillside at the furrows of blackened, burning Earth. Then she looked at her dog. "Wanna go check it out?" she asked.
"Ih!" Raygun already in hand, Stitch nodded.
The notebook, pencil, and incipient homework assignment were left behind, forgotten in favor of an adventure.
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived on an island. She had an older sister and brother-in-law to look after her, an adopted uncle with not-so-secret ties to the shadier side of the government, another adopted uncle who was not-so-secretly a mad scientist, and an adopted sort-of-aunt who was either an asexual alien or a cross-dressing one, depending on who you asked. Oh, and she had a dog. The dog's job was to get her in trouble.
The girl (her name was Lilo) was currently sitting cross-legged in the hammock outside her house, pencil in hand, frowning at the notebook in her lap and specifically at how blank the page was. She nibbled absently at the pencil's eraser as her dog's blue-furred arm (he used to be a collie before he got run over) reached out for one of the two frosty virgin pineapple margaritas resting on the table nearby. A faint slurping was heard as the girl hummed, then spoke aloud, her frustrated tone matching the way she propped a scowling face onto her left hand. "'What I Did On My Summer Vacation'," Lilo said. "If I put down the truth I'll get an 'F' again."
"Hunga jowla melinish querta," her dog opined.
"The teachers don't want to hear that I spent two weeks time-hopping trying to meet Elvis," Lilo replied.
"Jumba refna tordolf!"
"So next time we wait until after Jumba's finished putting all the pieces in," Lilo retorted.
"Kashnara wike nowling."
"No, I don't think she'd believe me even if I put the picture in." Lilo glanced at her bedroom window, where the framed picture of herself and Stitch meeting The King rested on her bedside table. She sighed. "I could write about the frog invasion, I guess...."
Her dog growled. "Torfna jakali meerbus!"
"Well, at least it's all back to normal now," Lilo said.
A clawed hand took residence on Lilo's forearm, the not-really-a-dog-after-all gesturing her to stillness. "Stitch?" Lilo asked warily.
Stitch sniffed the air, his ears twitching and his head moving from side to side. "Something coming," he said in low English. Then he focused on a particular spot in the sky, his eyes refocusing. "Uh-oh."
Lilo duck-and-covered as the huge whatever-it-was tore through the air above them, searing heat burning on the back of her hands and neck in its wake, and bounce-crashed through the forest beyond. She didn't think it was a ship--it looked too small and dense, not nearly spread out enough. But at least it had missed the house. Noni would have been annoyed otherwise, and so would David. They'd just finished rebuilding it after the frog invasion.
She uncrouched and looked out past the house, up the hillside at the furrows of blackened, burning Earth. Then she looked at her dog. "Wanna go check it out?" she asked.
"Ih!" Raygun already in hand, Stitch nodded.
The notebook, pencil, and incipient homework assignment were left behind, forgotten in favor of an adventure.
