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It was a rather hectic day in the middle of Kokaua Town, and it was all because of a mysterious flea epidemic spreading across the island. And it all started it all with a rather famous case in the whole of the island - Stitch.
But how could a destructive little furball get a bad case of fleas? Well, according to Jumba Jookiba, one of the most profound (and unfortunately notorious) evil genius scientists, now serving as general practitioner (or doctor) for the alien experiments and working with other vets in the area, it was a rather surprising discovery - it was not a case of fleas on an earth dog later spreading to humans... it was a case of fleas picking on anything they like, from little hamsters to even an elephant... a complete rarity.
But it was anything but... the flea infestation spread by all means possible... with Nani realising the symptoms of the poor genetic experiment's frequent scratching and biting, she decided to stock up on flea powder and dog wash shampoo. (Unknowingly a colony of fleas may have hitchiked by her shirt when giving a get-well hug to the genetic mutation)... but however, for some reason, it happened when greeting one of the alien experiments along the way before entering the store seemed like a good idea at the time...
Now, fast forward a few hours and the entire island was in lockdown mode for two kinds of organisms - pets and (yes really) the other alien experiments. Everywhere you look, you can never feel safe from the possibility of getting a flea attack without being in direct contact with anyone flea-ridden. Every place related to medical professions were booked out due to the outbreak... you could not even get a decent appointment to the doctors at a good time. And yes, even the extraterrestrial-veterinary offices (established at the now parked BRB 9000, where Jumba's previous spaceship once stayed) had long queues... consisting of the short, the tall, the feathered, the furry and multicoloured of those afflicted by the outbreak.
Even the five suspects - the Leroy clone pack - were there. They were placed in an isolation waiting room - just like any other waiting room - except for the seats bearing large plastic shields on each side to minimise close contact with one another (but unfortunately not front on). It was tedious, and for the members - Ross (characterised with the foam accumilating near the corners of his mouth), Riolu (hostile, sensitive and trigger annoyed, especially in situations like this), Lester (bored and wishing that the agonising wait would end), Ocker (the unsure one, frequently lower ranked compared to the other members) and Hougen (bearing cyborg features - such as the distinctive metal claw and half-face bearing a highly advanced optic device) - all they could do was sit, wait, and hope like heck fall asleep before their names were even called up for examination.
"Awwww," moaned Lester, as if irritated with the long wait. "Why do we even have to wait in this bland boring room anyways?"
"Stop moaning and start waiting!" Riolu gruffed, his eyesight fixated on Lester, who (despite bearing the same pack rank as Riolu) began to cower the slightest. "We'll never stay sane from your mindless whining!"
"Well, we could continue whining," Ocker asked Riolu, "but for what, boss?"
Before Riolu could even get off his seat to knock out Ocker, Ross broke the silence with an abrupt squeak of disapproval. Riolu stopped in his tracks, pausing as if waiting for further instructions for him to follow.
"Ross," Riolu growled, his irritation beginning to boil over, "I was going to beat up Ocker for his remarks!"
"Not today," Ross warned. "I know you are irritated, but don't. It'll only make waiting pains worse! Ask Lester - he's got them already."
"What makes you think that?" Riolu griped, but to no reply. Instead, he chose to look up to Hougen for answers. "Hougen, how cone you're not -?"
Surprisingly, Hougen was asleep, leaning to one side of the bench... his alloy-ear staying stiff in the air while his other ear stayed down, drooped along his shoulder. His one eye (not one bearing an optic device) stayed shut, and he was not an open mouthed snorer - his snores were just the equivalent of cougar purrs - a far reliable partner to sleep with in a typical dorm room. Riolu grumbled in dismay and sat back in his seat, waiting for further information to come by.
Eventually it came.
"Would all patients from waiting room 23-19," the announcer over the PA system announced, "please make your way to the main consultation room." That was the same room they were waiting in that very moment! The door opened, ending their waiting period. Lester immediately rushed out of the waiting room head first, with Riolu and Ocker following first. Ross was the last to leave, carrying Hougen (still asleep) in his arms.
On entering the consultation room, it was just like any room you would expect to see when visiting the doctor - another blank one with a few anatomical diagrams plastered up on a wall or two. And right in the middle was an examination bench, where Jumba Jookiba (and an assistant vet) were busy working around the clock to administer treatment to those affected by the flea outbreak. First to the checkup was Ross - and so far, no rashes, no bites, not a single speck was present. Same for the other three - Riolu, Ocker and (while sleeping) Hougen. It was during the checkup session that Hougen finally woke up, with a massive headache...
"W-where am I?" Hougen yawned, trying to figure out what is going on around him. Thankfully the inspection was over, and right now, it was Lester's turn.
After the consultation, it was all a clean bill of health for the five members. On the way out of the consultation room, and unfortunately approaching the long queue of alien experiments, Lester's spark had finally expanded into a flame...
"Boring wait, hey guys?" Lester asked the members involved in the queue. "Let me brighten this up for you guys." He cleared his throat and wultivated a well raised throat from the top of his lungs - "Weh-eh-elll -!"
"Stop it, Lester!" Riolu gruffed, covering Lester's muzzle with his hands. "They're not very interested in what you're trying to do!"
Lester remained quiet for a short time, but was not to be deterred... again, he let out the same note: "Weh-eh-ll -!"
"I told you to keep it silent, Lester!" Riolu warned, again.
Lester was unfortunately deterred, by the thought of not being allowed to sing during a long wait. But finally, it dawned on him, ready for him to seek a great opportunity for him to take a big risk...
"I swear to goodness, if Lester breaks out into song once more, then..." Ross muttered to Riolu, when all of a sudden...
Well, Stitch got an itch,
Got a big bad itch,
It's the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
It's a big bad itch, for the itchy lil' Stitch,
And it spread to all the boys and girls!
"Aww, Lester, look what you've done!" Hougen growled, annoyed wit hthe result. But none seemed to object Lester's singing...
On Monday it's an itch,
On Tuesday it's an itch
And Wednesday through Saturday, what an itch,
Now it's Sunday, just to be picky,
It's a super king-kameha-meha ITCH!
"Wait a minute, boss," Ocker asked, "they seemed to like his singing!" Of course, the alien experiments began forming a tight circle around the group, taking a break from waiting in the queue.
We've heard of a friend, and his name was Stitch
with the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
you should see him scratch, what an an unlucky catch,
with the itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch,
itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch
Oh what an itch!
Poor little Stitch,
Now he's got an itchy itch!
And oh how they enjoyed that tune so much they even joined in singing along, shouting the lines of the chorus...
We've heard of a friend, and his name was Stitch
with the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
But it all belted into silence the moment Stitch left the consultation room, and the look on his face was priceless - shocked, stunned and not so sure how to react. Only Lester was the only one singing along, all by himself, unaware of Stitch's presence...
...itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch
Oh what an itch!
Poor little Stitch,
Now he's got an itchy itch!
But now we know that
poor Stitch,
he once got that itchin' itch!!
Now he's got that itch NO MO-OORE!!
Utter silence, and all that Lester was to do was wait for a reaction. The patients just stood there, staring at Stitch in the eye. Riolu whispered in Lester's ear: "I told you, you weren't supposed to break out into song like that!"
And with Stitch's ragged breathing and rising heartbeat, comes the unexpected reaction that Lester did not expect to hear in the first place...
"Did you just...?" Stitch could say no more. But Lester did. it was a blood curdling scream, and it was terrible... he s=was scratching himself, chewing at his shoulders, and licking himself... everywhere... it turns out that to make fun of an alien experiment after a consultation would result in some payback afterwards.
Perhaps Lester should've kept his talent to himself, he thought.
But how could a destructive little furball get a bad case of fleas? Well, according to Jumba Jookiba, one of the most profound (and unfortunately notorious) evil genius scientists, now serving as general practitioner (or doctor) for the alien experiments and working with other vets in the area, it was a rather surprising discovery - it was not a case of fleas on an earth dog later spreading to humans... it was a case of fleas picking on anything they like, from little hamsters to even an elephant... a complete rarity.
But it was anything but... the flea infestation spread by all means possible... with Nani realising the symptoms of the poor genetic experiment's frequent scratching and biting, she decided to stock up on flea powder and dog wash shampoo. (Unknowingly a colony of fleas may have hitchiked by her shirt when giving a get-well hug to the genetic mutation)... but however, for some reason, it happened when greeting one of the alien experiments along the way before entering the store seemed like a good idea at the time...
Now, fast forward a few hours and the entire island was in lockdown mode for two kinds of organisms - pets and (yes really) the other alien experiments. Everywhere you look, you can never feel safe from the possibility of getting a flea attack without being in direct contact with anyone flea-ridden. Every place related to medical professions were booked out due to the outbreak... you could not even get a decent appointment to the doctors at a good time. And yes, even the extraterrestrial-veterinary offices (established at the now parked BRB 9000, where Jumba's previous spaceship once stayed) had long queues... consisting of the short, the tall, the feathered, the furry and multicoloured of those afflicted by the outbreak.
Even the five suspects - the Leroy clone pack - were there. They were placed in an isolation waiting room - just like any other waiting room - except for the seats bearing large plastic shields on each side to minimise close contact with one another (but unfortunately not front on). It was tedious, and for the members - Ross (characterised with the foam accumilating near the corners of his mouth), Riolu (hostile, sensitive and trigger annoyed, especially in situations like this), Lester (bored and wishing that the agonising wait would end), Ocker (the unsure one, frequently lower ranked compared to the other members) and Hougen (bearing cyborg features - such as the distinctive metal claw and half-face bearing a highly advanced optic device) - all they could do was sit, wait, and hope like heck fall asleep before their names were even called up for examination.
"Awwww," moaned Lester, as if irritated with the long wait. "Why do we even have to wait in this bland boring room anyways?"
"Stop moaning and start waiting!" Riolu gruffed, his eyesight fixated on Lester, who (despite bearing the same pack rank as Riolu) began to cower the slightest. "We'll never stay sane from your mindless whining!"
"Well, we could continue whining," Ocker asked Riolu, "but for what, boss?"
Before Riolu could even get off his seat to knock out Ocker, Ross broke the silence with an abrupt squeak of disapproval. Riolu stopped in his tracks, pausing as if waiting for further instructions for him to follow.
"Ross," Riolu growled, his irritation beginning to boil over, "I was going to beat up Ocker for his remarks!"
"Not today," Ross warned. "I know you are irritated, but don't. It'll only make waiting pains worse! Ask Lester - he's got them already."
"What makes you think that?" Riolu griped, but to no reply. Instead, he chose to look up to Hougen for answers. "Hougen, how cone you're not -?"
Surprisingly, Hougen was asleep, leaning to one side of the bench... his alloy-ear staying stiff in the air while his other ear stayed down, drooped along his shoulder. His one eye (not one bearing an optic device) stayed shut, and he was not an open mouthed snorer - his snores were just the equivalent of cougar purrs - a far reliable partner to sleep with in a typical dorm room. Riolu grumbled in dismay and sat back in his seat, waiting for further information to come by.
Eventually it came.
"Would all patients from waiting room 23-19," the announcer over the PA system announced, "please make your way to the main consultation room." That was the same room they were waiting in that very moment! The door opened, ending their waiting period. Lester immediately rushed out of the waiting room head first, with Riolu and Ocker following first. Ross was the last to leave, carrying Hougen (still asleep) in his arms.
On entering the consultation room, it was just like any room you would expect to see when visiting the doctor - another blank one with a few anatomical diagrams plastered up on a wall or two. And right in the middle was an examination bench, where Jumba Jookiba (and an assistant vet) were busy working around the clock to administer treatment to those affected by the flea outbreak. First to the checkup was Ross - and so far, no rashes, no bites, not a single speck was present. Same for the other three - Riolu, Ocker and (while sleeping) Hougen. It was during the checkup session that Hougen finally woke up, with a massive headache...
"W-where am I?" Hougen yawned, trying to figure out what is going on around him. Thankfully the inspection was over, and right now, it was Lester's turn.
After the consultation, it was all a clean bill of health for the five members. On the way out of the consultation room, and unfortunately approaching the long queue of alien experiments, Lester's spark had finally expanded into a flame...
"Boring wait, hey guys?" Lester asked the members involved in the queue. "Let me brighten this up for you guys." He cleared his throat and wultivated a well raised throat from the top of his lungs - "Weh-eh-elll -!"
"Stop it, Lester!" Riolu gruffed, covering Lester's muzzle with his hands. "They're not very interested in what you're trying to do!"
Lester remained quiet for a short time, but was not to be deterred... again, he let out the same note: "Weh-eh-ll -!"
"I told you to keep it silent, Lester!" Riolu warned, again.
Lester was unfortunately deterred, by the thought of not being allowed to sing during a long wait. But finally, it dawned on him, ready for him to seek a great opportunity for him to take a big risk...
"I swear to goodness, if Lester breaks out into song once more, then..." Ross muttered to Riolu, when all of a sudden...
Well, Stitch got an itch,
Got a big bad itch,
It's the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
It's a big bad itch, for the itchy lil' Stitch,
And it spread to all the boys and girls!
"Aww, Lester, look what you've done!" Hougen growled, annoyed wit hthe result. But none seemed to object Lester's singing...
On Monday it's an itch,
On Tuesday it's an itch
And Wednesday through Saturday, what an itch,
Now it's Sunday, just to be picky,
It's a super king-kameha-meha ITCH!
"Wait a minute, boss," Ocker asked, "they seemed to like his singing!" Of course, the alien experiments began forming a tight circle around the group, taking a break from waiting in the queue.
We've heard of a friend, and his name was Stitch
with the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
you should see him scratch, what an an unlucky catch,
with the itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch,
itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch
Oh what an itch!
Poor little Stitch,
Now he's got an itchy itch!
And oh how they enjoyed that tune so much they even joined in singing along, shouting the lines of the chorus...
We've heard of a friend, and his name was Stitch
with the biggest itch in the whole wide world,
But it all belted into silence the moment Stitch left the consultation room, and the look on his face was priceless - shocked, stunned and not so sure how to react. Only Lester was the only one singing along, all by himself, unaware of Stitch's presence...
...itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch-itch
Oh what an itch!
Poor little Stitch,
Now he's got an itchy itch!
But now we know that
poor Stitch,
he once got that itchin' itch!!
Now he's got that itch NO MO-OORE!!
Utter silence, and all that Lester was to do was wait for a reaction. The patients just stood there, staring at Stitch in the eye. Riolu whispered in Lester's ear: "I told you, you weren't supposed to break out into song like that!"
And with Stitch's ragged breathing and rising heartbeat, comes the unexpected reaction that Lester did not expect to hear in the first place...
"Did you just...?" Stitch could say no more. But Lester did. it was a blood curdling scream, and it was terrible... he s=was scratching himself, chewing at his shoulders, and licking himself... everywhere... it turns out that to make fun of an alien experiment after a consultation would result in some payback afterwards.
Perhaps Lester should've kept his talent to himself, he thought.
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It's a cross of a fanfiction and parody-songfic. I just managed to conceive it up from thin air and get it down to submission format in at least half an hour. And all close to my bedtime!
You see, the conceivement of this set of parody lyrics would be from late 2007, after hearing "Kyle's Mom is a BXXXX" - and i thought of several scenarios that would pretty much poke at the lyrics A LITTLE. Thus when experimenting with creating a set of parody lyrics to involve Stitch, believe it or not, and effectively 'slicing off the B', this the title "Stitch got an Itch"
And who else to demonstrate it than Lester? Turns out that to pull it off at the wrong time may seem like a good idea at the time... but, erm
All characters in this fanfiction? (c) Disney
The lyrics are based on the song "Kyle's Mom is a BXXXX" from South Park.
You see, the conceivement of this set of parody lyrics would be from late 2007, after hearing "Kyle's Mom is a BXXXX" - and i thought of several scenarios that would pretty much poke at the lyrics A LITTLE. Thus when experimenting with creating a set of parody lyrics to involve Stitch, believe it or not, and effectively 'slicing off the B', this the title "Stitch got an Itch"
And who else to demonstrate it than Lester? Turns out that to pull it off at the wrong time may seem like a good idea at the time... but, erm
All characters in this fanfiction? (c) Disney
The lyrics are based on the song "Kyle's Mom is a BXXXX" from South Park.
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Poor Stitch