“Ha! Hahahah!!!” laughed Dr. Hamsterviel villainously. “My greatest triumph of naughtiness will soon be at hand!”

“Uh, yeah, that’s great,” replied Kent as he was strapped to a very large apparatus that was stuffing him with strange purple berries one after another, giving him only seconds to speak before being fed again. After eating a few, Kent’s belly had started to fatten up quite a lot, already getting wider than his arms could hug and touch hands and it was still growing by the swallow. Despite this, Kent was still calm in spite of his predicament. “Think you can stuff me with something else for a while? These berries have a pretty sour taste to them. Think you can give me something more savory for a while?”

“You fool! Do you not understand that you are my prisoner now and being fed a highly radioactive compound as a part of my diabolical plan of evilness?”

“And what exactly are you planning to do to me by fattening me up with radioactive berry things that don’t come in different flavors?” he asked as he continued to eat and grow his belly larger.

“They will fill your body with more energy to help charge up the teleportation energy within that fluffy doggy-like body of yours,” he explained. “Under normal circumstances it would activate the teleportation built into your biology and send you away willy nilly to who knows where, but that cannot happen within this space station establishment of mine. Instead, the power will just build and build making you bigger and fatter till finally you explode into a great big mass of energy and rip a hole through the very fabric of space and time.”

“And that’s bad, right?”

“Not on it’s own, but oh hohoh, in the wrong hands it can be used to create all kinds of naughty destruction through all space in this realm and all the others. Just imagine, access to everywhere and everything I could want. I’d be able to infiltrate any highly secure structure to steal whatever secrets and technology I desire. I can lead vast robotic armies right into the heart of major cities to conquer them before they can even try to defend themselves. I could even find that stupid bully of mine from the 3rd grade, Jeff, and give him a long overdue wedgie whenever I wish! Hahahaha!!! You hear that, Jeff? Try as you might to hide, your underpants will never be safe from tugging wrath!”

“Sounds like you mostly want this power for petty revenge than total conquest of dimensions,” pointed out Kent.

“That is just an additional perk to this scheme of mine!” snapped Hamsterviel. “And you should be terror stricken! Already you are quite a lot rounder and plumper. It won’t be much longer till you finally explodify with great big kaboominess!”

“I’ve been fattened up a lot bigger than this before,” admitted Kent before being fed another of the weird berries and plumping up further, making him roughly twice his original size in mostly belly. “I’ve got a ways to go. Funny, you’d think something that was radioactive would be a lot quicker in making someone fatten up enough to explode than this.”

“One can only fathom what lunacy goes on in whatever oddball world you hail from,” growled Hamsterviel growing increasingly annoyed. “You should be crying out and begging me for mercy, not making small talk with me!”

“Well, compared to most of the trouble I’ve gotten into recently, this is actually a welcome change of pace,” Kent admitted with a smile. “I’m getting fed rather than getting eaten and you’re rather amusing to hang around. The only thing that would make this better would be a different flavor from this sourness. Maybe something savory. Mmm, some cheese would be nice, colby if you have it.”

“I am not mouse like!” hissed Hamsterviel. “I am hamster like! And anyway, even if I did have cheese I would not share it with a bunny dog thing like you.”

“Then I guess you aren’t as cool of a villain as I thought,” commented Kent. “A real villain could stuff me to exploding with much better tasting stuff than this.”

“Wh-What?!?” fumed the hamster-like alien as he tugged his ears in anger. “Oh hoh! Is that so? Well, prepare to get all the savory cheese you can stomach as I will make you gorge on it and understand the meaning of suffering from the most naughty of evil villains! Just you wait!”

The tiny antagonist stormed off to get cheese-flavored berries, leaving Kent to continually get force fed in the meantime. Kent chuckled a little once his foe was too far away to notice. “I can be pretty deceptive when I wanna be. Heh, maybe I could be a villain someday too.”


Jumba made all the preparations in the spaceship, setting the auto pilot to head straight to Kent’s last transmitted coordinates and the space station that Hamsterviel was holding him at. Reuben was on the ship, in the pilot’s seat, ready and eager to save his friend. Wrapped in his fingers was a hero sandwich he had made while the ship was being readied and he had already started to eat in. Along with him for the trip was, naturally, Stitch who was eyeing his sandwich till Reuben had to concede half to his hungry cousin.

Sparky, the electric experiment and Sample the sound repeater were two more of Stitch’s cousins they managed to recruit for the mission, certain their skills could prove useful for the task at hand. Sparkly was a yellow experiment with a much slender build than Stitch or Reuben’s and a long set of antenna on his heads. His body cracked a bit as it was often discharging electricity. He was constantly eager to power things up, though with the amount of amps he could unleash he had a habit of overloading anything he touched.

Sample was an orange experiment with big purple nose that was larger than his eyes and pink stripes running across it. His ears were quite unusual as they faced forward and rather than just taking sound in, they act as speakers for sending back whatever he heard, whether it was the full thing or bits and pieces of it in combination with other sounds for rather unique (and likely very irritating) noise.

They were securely fastened into chairs and awaiting liftoff. Sparky kept himself busy feasting on some batteries like a vampire while Sample had headphones in his ears and was listening to something. The vanishing experiment, Houdini was also on board. He was a small, white rabbit-like experiment and incredibly timid by nature. Though they hadn’t taken off yet, his nerves got the better of him and with a blink of his eyes he had vanished and hid himself somewhere in the ship.

“Now, listen closely and memorize what you are hearing, Sample,” instructed Jumba. “I’m sure it’ll come in handy for the the mission.” Sample replied with a mix of sounds that didn’t sound like much of a response, but Jumba merely took it that he understood as he hurried out of the ship with his hands over his ears.

“All systems look good,” Reuben reported to Jumba. “Ok, we’re all set to go.”

“Then I’ll begin the countdown,” spoke Jumba from his lab. “The warp engine should allow you to reach Hamsterviel’s base in ten minutes. Since he is the type of guy to make his ultra top secret passwords, ‘password1’ I’m certain we have accounted for any and all of his security measures he might have in place. But that does not mean you have time to dilly dally. Our friend is in danger and with the power of virtually limitless teleportation power, he could be a terrible weapon left in the paws of someone as evil and stupid as him. Ahem, but anyway, liftoff in t-minus 10… 9… 8… eh, there really isn’t a need for a countdown.”

“No wait!” cried Reuben as he had yet to finish eating his hero sandwich. He wasn’t fast enough to stop Jumba from pushing the remote ignition button to start the rockets on the ship. The engines blared to life started getting louder and louder till flames erupted out the back, propelling the ship forward, angled to lift off the ground and into the sky. The ship started to heat up as it came into contact with layers of the atmosphere before it broke free of the Earth’s gravitational pull and reached space.

“Hahahah!!!” laughed Stitch excitedly as he could feel the g-forces giving him an adrenaline rush. He and the others could feel their bodies getting pressed back against their plush seats, their bodies barely able to move while the ship was moving at hyper speed. “Space travel is always a blast!”

“Yeah, but I wish I had another five seconds to eat my sandwich before we took off,” Reuben sighed as he managed to see the different parts of his hero sandwich flat against the back wall. “That’s another sandwich Jumba ruined.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” spoke Jumba from the radio. “You’ll be arriving at Hamsterviel’s base any minute and you need to be ready. The second you get in range whatever defenses his base has will immediately fire upon the ship. Are you ready with our countermeasure?”

“Let me see,” replied Reuben as he did his best to look around the ship. “Uh, looks like Houdini’s still invisible.”

“You have to find him,” Jumba warned him. “If not, then your ship will be blasted to bits as soon as you arrive. Experiment #604 has to hide the ship before then.”

“Or we’ll be more burnt than bread that’s been left too long in the toaster,” cried Reuben. “Stitch, do you see Houdini anywhere?”

“Over here,” answered Stitch as he pointed to the empty seat next to his. Despite appearing like nobody was sitting there, the seatbelt was fastened tight to someone and they see an imprint like someone was being pushed back in the seat by the g-forces like the rest of them were.”

“Good, we found him,” smiled Reuben, glad that was resolved quickly. “Now, just try to calm him down so he can hide the ship. Otherwise, we’re all going to be panicking.”

“It’s okay, Houdini,” spoke Stitch in a calm voice as he did his best to rub the bunny-like experiment on where he believed his head was.

“Uh, um, okay,” he spoke very shyly and with a blink of his eyes he reappeared.

“Ok, doc, we got him back and Stitch has him calm,” 625 informed the ex-evil scientist.

“This is good,” he chuckled. “Cause now you have about one minute to hide the ship or you will all be kaput. Also, once you get in range my signal will probably get blocked so I should take this time and wish you good lu-” The signal ended there and all that they could hear was static.

“Uh… Houdini,” said Reuben feeling like the one minute they had to act was going to be the shortest minute of their lives. “Think you can save us before we’re blasted into space dust.”

The timid bunny quiver, not one to work well under pressure. Seeing this, Stitch continued to try and keep him calm. “You can do it,” he instructed him. “Just make the ship invisible. You can do it, just as easy as blinking your eyes.”

“O-ok,” he nodded, just as the ship left hyperspace and was now a few dozen meters from the huge evil space station shaped like the evil space hamster’s head. All around it were dozens of orbiting metal spheres that quickly transformed into laser turrets. They all took aim a at their little ship the instant it came out of hyperspace, their targeting reticles dotted all over their vessel. The turrets all started to charge up, ready to turn the ship into a giant piece of swiss cheese.

“Do it now!” cried Reuben and quickly Houdini blinked his eyes and the entire ship vanished, leaving Reuben and the other experiments completely visible and seemingly floating in space.

“Ooh, we got a much better view now,” stated Stitch as he unbuckled his seatbelt and started to look around at the vastness of space. He even climbed on the walls of the invisible ship as he looked around, making their situation appear even more absurd.

Still staring at all the turrets pointed at them, a target, specifically pointed right on his chest, Reuben was frozen, hoping they weren’t too late. As the targets vanished and the turrets returned to their idle states, he was able to let out a sigh of relief. “It looks like they can’t detect the ship anymore and I guess we’re too small for them to detect as a threat. Now we should be able to get to the base without any more trouble. Reuben looked in front of him, at where the ship’s controls should have been. Reaching forward, he could feel them, but recalling what button did what was a greater challenge.

“Maybe this and this,” he finally said after a few minutes of thinking and careful button pressing. To his relief, he could feel the ship slowly move forward in the direction they needed to go. “Alright, that did it. We got past the front defenses. Next up is the front door. Sparky, you’re up. We need you to unlock it so we can get inside.”

“Leave it to me,” he answered as he got out of his seat and turned into electricity. It was quite a sight to see him make his way through the invisible circuitry of the ship till he found a point he could exit from outside the ship and then into Hamsterviel’s lair. Watching the door, the experiments still on the ship could see it surging with electricity as Sparky attempted to overload it.

“You might wanna slow us down before we crash,” commented Stitch as they were getting close to the still closed door.

“I’d loved to, but I can’t seem to find a button to activate the forward thrusters to negate our momentum,” Reuben explained. “And we can’t turn visible till we get inside the space station. If we can’t slow down then we gotta hope that Sparky will get the door open in time.”

Holding their breath, they all silently watched, the ship only a few yards away and closing, yet the door still didn’t budge. Their wits were at an end and the dread of an unavoidable collision made their stomachs churn with terror. But just when they were certain their doom was upon them, they could hear the sound of a mechanism unlocking and the two parts of the door started to slide open. The door barely opened up enough for them to fly in, their wings getting scraped at the tips in the process, but other than that, they were no worse for wear.

“Well, we made it,” panted Reuben, already exhausted from all that. “Ok, Houdini. Make the ship visible so I can finally see what I’m doing.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbled and with another blink, the ship was one more visible. However, just like before, dozens of turrets came online and pointed their death rays at them.

“Unknown vessel,” spoke the computer. “Identify yourself now or we will open fire on you. You have ten seconds to comply.”

“Okay, Sample,” snickered Stitch as he took off his headphones and handed him a microphone. He had a very eager and amused look on his face. “Your turn.”

Sample opened up his maw and while he couldn’t speak, he could make sounds, even if those sounds were the words or others. “You are such an idiot security system!” boomed from his ears. He sounded exactly like Hamsterviel from the way to talked right down to his yapping voice. “Do you not know who I am? It is I, Dr. Jacque von Hamsterviel, your master! How dare you point your lasers at me, you stupid computer! Now cease and desist before I choose to turn you into scrap iron.”

“Please forgive me, master,” spoke the computer before it disengaged all the turrets in the docking bay. “You are free to land.”

“Heheh, Jumba was prepared for everything,” commented Stitch as he listened to what Sample had been listening to on the way over. It was a recording of Hamsterviel’s voice saying the exact same thing Sample had just said looped over and over again.

“Well, Jumba probably set all this up when he worked for the that miniscule megalomaniac,” commented Reuben. “But I guess he never decided to upgrade anything. We shouldn’t be surprised though, since Hamsterviel isn’t the smartest evil genius in the universe.”

“I, Dr. Jacque von Hamsterviel, am an idiot,” spoke Sample, using pieces of the message to say that, making them all burst with laughter.

“Heheh, ok, enough messing around,” said Reuben trying to stop laughing. “We have to get going. No telling how much time we have left to save Kent.” Quickly, they landed and got off the ship, meeting Sparky outside. They then hurried through the space station, in search of their friend and his captor.


“Hahahahah!!!” cackled Hamsterviel as he gazed upon the massive and still growing blobbiness that was Kent. The formerly chubby Womble was now a tub of lard after eating so many of those radioactive berries. His legs were completely covered over in his belly fat that looked to be nearly three meters wide diameter from side to side while from the from of his belly to the end of his behemoth of a rear measured up to five meters of thick, doughy blubber. Just like his legs, his arms were useless, too heavy to lift and merely rested atop his gut as his mighty moobs swelled and inched even closer to them. His swollen head had covered over his neck and now rested atop his shoulders. Kent’s maw was the only part if him still able to move about freely and it used that freedom to keep eating more berries as they came to his muzzle.

“You are so close to max capacity,” laughed the villainous rodent. He poked and prodded Kent’s enormous frame with a finger and watched him jiggle like a tub full of jello. “Soon you will overload your fatty fat self and your power will be mine to use as I please.”

“That’s great and all, but can you get these berries to taste like chocolate now?” asked Kent not even moderately terrified. “I’m getting bore of cheese flavored.”

“Only because you will not last much longer,” grumbled the irate antagonist. “I will tolerate your annoying annoyances for now. What kind would you like? Milk chocolate, dark, white, how about with caramel or nuts?”

“Yes,” answered the Womble before munching another berry and adding on more pudge.

“Yes?” questioned Hamsterviel. “That doesn’t answer my question as to what kind of chocolate you want.”

“I said yes to it all,” Kent explained. “Bring me berries like all of them.”

“There is being a lenient captor and then there is being taken advantage of,” cried Hamsterviel. “I mean, seriously, what kind of prisoner does that?”

“One that you should kick out for his rude, selfish behavior,” Kent suggested.

“Look, there they are,” said Reuben as they entered into the room. Hurrying over, they stared in awe at Kent’s massive size.

“Someone’s been hitting the feeding bag,” commented Stitch as he stared at Kent’s obesity.

“Uh, got a new haircut since we last saw you?” Reuben joked.

“No, but this fat is a new addition,” Kent replied casually. “Still debating whether or not I should keep it. Glad to see you are doing well.”

“Thanks,” 625 smiled and then turned to Hamsterviel. “We’re here for our friend so you better not try to stop us.”

“Stop you?” he cried. “Go and take him. I doubt I can tolerate hearing him criticizing my evildoerness till he explodes. So take him, far, far away from here.”

“Uh… really?” asked Reuben surprised, but chose not to pursue the question in case he changed his mind. “Ok, let’s get you outta here, buddy.” Together, the group of experiments attempted to get Kent free of the apparatus confining him. It was a lot more difficult to do with all his blubber draped over it. For Reuben and Stitch, the incredible strength helped them lift up large flab folds with ease, but the others were not nearly as strong to lift up countless pounds of pudge on their own. Still, they managed bit by bit.

“Wait just a moment,” realized Hamsterviel as the fact that he was being duped became apparent to him finally. “Ohoh! Very clever confusing me with your sneaky sneakiness, but I have seen through it and none of you are going anywhere. Now, be a good guest and eat!” Pressing a button on a wireless remote he had, the apparatus started to stuff Kent even faster with the berries. “EAT UNTIL YOU EXPLODE!!!”

“Omnomnomnomnomnomnom!!!” munched Kent as the berries were stuffed into his maw at double speed, causing his blubber to rise like bread in prep before everyone’s eyes. The apparatus holding him in place started to bend and creak as his weight became too much for it to hold. The straps securing him, snapped against the unrelenting expansion of lard. As his body overflowed onto Reuben and the others, Stitch attempted to hold his fat up to keep it from burying them, but there was just too much too fast for him to do anything about it. Fortunately, they were able to squirm out from underneath and create some distance between them and him.

“Well, this is the most bizzare things we’ve ever seen,” commented Reuben as they stared at Kent’s colossal blubber plumping up closer and closer to his max, his blobby frame starting to become more taut as he neared the limits of his obesity.

“Maybe in the top ten,” replied Stitch. “Any idea how we can stop it?”

“That’s just it,” bragged Hamsterviel. “There is no way you can stop it. That dummyhead of all dummyheads is far too gluttonous to be able to stop himself from pigging out. He’ll just keep eating and eating till he finally kablooies. He is nearing critical mass and that big, fat body of his cannot hope to contain all that energy building up within him.”

“Contain the energy,” pondered Reuben. “Well, maybe Kent can’t, but there just might be a way that we can.” Reuben turned to his cousins. “Okay, everyone, we can save him. We just gotta do that.”

“That?” snapped Hamsterviel. “What is that? What are you planning on do...ing?” Hamsterviel could only stare, shocked as he watched Reuben pick up Houdini and stuff him into his maw. With one gulp, he swallowed him whole and he plopped down into his belly. “What in the name is evil science are you doing?”

“That’s one,” stated Reuben as he patted his belly as his body started to grow. 625’s gut swelled up most noticeably, but overall he gained a significant amount of pudge all over his frame. “Who’s next?”

“Next,” answered Sample as he repeated what Reuben just said and approached his enlarged cousin. Hamsterviel just watched once again and saw as Reuben picked up another of his fellow experiments and opened his maw wide to stuff him in too. With a single gulp, he swallowed Sample down and his size and plumpness increased even more, now towering over everyone in the room save for Kent.

“What is happening?!?” Hamsterviel demanded to know. “How are you biggifying yourself like that?”

“This was another little experiment Jumba cooked up,” he explained. “I can eat other experiments to increase my size. Looks like I’m still too small for what I need to do, though. Sparky, it’s your turn.”

Turning into electricity, Sparky flew up and slipped into Reuben’s maw and down into his gut. With each volt of electricity he filled him with, the sandwich lover grew larger and larger. His size kept on growing, getting bigger and fatter till his bulk rivaled Kent’s, at least for the moment before the berries added to his obesity even further.

“Still not enough,” stated Reuben. “Stitch, I need you too!”

“Eh!” he nodded and started to climb up Reuben’s body, gripping onto the fat folds all over his frame.

“Omnomnomnom,” munched Kent as he kept on eating, till at last he grumbled and groaned. “Ugh, I never thought I’d say it, but I think I’m full.” The berries stopped coming and his gut groaned and gurgled. “F-Feels like I’m gonna burst!”

“Hahahah!!!” laughed Hamsterviel. “You are too late! Any second now, your friend will explode and ultimate teleporting power will be mine!”

“No, we can’t be out of time,” worried Reuben as Stitch scaled his multichin to reach his head.

“We gotta hurry!” cried Stitch as he leapt into his cousin’s maw and curled up into a ball to roll down his throat to help add to his size.

“Gulp!” Reuben swallowed Stitch and felt his body growing again, quickly outgrowing Kent’s and forcing him to crouch to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. “Okay, this should be more than enough. Now, I just gotta hope that together we can handle all that energy.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” laughed Hamsterviel. “All you’ve done is make your butt king-sized. I laugh at your pitiful attempts to stop me!”

“What are you going to do now?” wondered Kent barely able to even move his maw at this point, his body was so heavy, yet it also felt like a balloon that was being pumped up with air and about to pop.

“Just relax,” Reuben spoke calmly. “I just have to eat you and if all goes how I hope it will, everything will be fine.”

“Why did I know I was going to get eaten?” he sighed, but didn’t bother to fight it whether he could move or not. “Well, go ahead.”

“It’ll be over quickly,” he promised as he grabbed Kent’s comparable blubber and dragged him closer. Opening his maw, he started to shove Kent’s hugeness in headfirst. Kent closed his eyes as he braced himself, smelling the familiar scents of saliva and halitosis.

“I should start packing mints with me,” commented Kent as his blobby body was gripped and pushed deeper into Reuben’s maw. “So I at least get eaten by someone with minty fresh breath. Think you can hold the onions a little more often, Reuben?”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied as he groped Kent’s rear to push him the rest of the way into his mouth, managing most of his body before he finally started to try swallowing him. It was a greater effort to do this than voring his cousins, but bit by bit, he managed to swallow Kent down.

“I don’t know you what you are trying to do, but don’t do that!” snapped Hamsterviel as he kicked Reuben’s butt, though it felt like nothing more than a light tap to the collosal experiment who didn’t even notice. He just kept on swallowing Kent till all that remained was his feet. A few more swallows and 625 managed to stuff all of the Womble into his belly.

“Whoa,” groaned Reuben upon completing such a massive meal. “Time to see if Jumba really did make me indestructible.”

His gut groaned and gurgled as he felt just as Kent did with all those berries in his system. He hugged his gut as he could feel another growth coming on, the biggest one yet. It was like every bit of his being was overflowing with warth. He felt like a marshmallow in the microwave, growing and expanding in every direction. His face swelled with blubber, his cheeks putting even the chubby-cheeked Alolan Raticate to shame. His belly ballooned and quickly filled up the room they were in, letting his back move closer to the ceiling at an alarming rate. The same was true for his rear, as it made it’s way towards the wall it was facing (and Hamsterviel who happened to have still been hitting and kicking it just moments prior). Hamsterviel fled from Reuben’s gluteus maximus, as if it was after him in retaliation for being attacked. He ran from the expanding lard till he was backed into the wall. It was already much to large and wide at this point for him to flee to the side. All he could do now was watch as the rear smooshed against him, pinning him to the wall.

“Okay! Okay!” relinquished Hamsterviel, as a keister to the face (and the rest of his body) was more than he could stand. “I surrender! Stop with the fattening and get your posterior off of places a posterior should not be touching upon!”

“I’d love to stop, but I gotta hope I can contain all this energy before I explode,” he replied as his face got pressed against the window of the space station as his body began to finish filling up the all remaining room available and had even broke through the doors of connecting rooms to start filling up in there as well. “Ungh, and hopefully I don’t end up bursting through your space station.” It lasted for several more minutes, but after reshaping the entirethe metal-clad room with his body, Reuben finally stopped growing and let out a sigh of relief. “I made it somehow.”

“That’s great. Terrific,” mumbled Hamsterviel, still stuck against one of his ginormous butt cheeks. “Now how do we get out of here?!?”

“I’m sure something will come to me,” he answered and tried to think. He didn’t even get a chance to as his stomach gurgled and he felt something building up within it. It rushed up his chest and his throat. It was too powerful to hold it back with a closed mouth as the mother of all belches erupted out of him.

“UUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The sound was so powerful that aliens on planets light years away could hear it. Not only that, but it was even audible to in other worlds too and would one day be known as the omnipotent belch and be the start of the first interdimensional cult of burp worshipers or burpshipers as they would call themselves.

But, putting all that aside, that belch caused Reuben’s size to quickly deflate like a balloon. After losing half his gained girth, Kent flew out of his maw, back to his merely overly chubby self. “Uh, does this count as a deus ex burp or something?” he wondered.

Cutting his largeness in half again, Stitch was freed next. “Nice one, Reuben,” he praised and gave him a thumbs up. “That’s an A+ belch and you didn’t even have to chug a full bottle of soda.”

Sparky, Sample, and Houdini came out soon after and before long, Reuben was back to his normal self once more. “Whoo!” he gasped once the belch was over. “I am never going to complain about indigestion ever again after that.”

“And I’m never gonna complain about getting eaten again either,” smiled Kent as he hugged and nuzzled 625. “To think, getting eaten saved my life for a change. Can you imagine?”

“Yeah,” snickered Stitch as he and the others joined in on the group hug moment. “Who writes this stuff?”

“I have a question too,” grumbled Hamsterviel, still squished beneath Reuben’s tush. “Why am I still down here?!?”


After disabling the shields on Hamsterviel’s space station and contacting Jumba, he was able to activate the return feature on his transportation device to bring Kent and the others back to his lab. “What a relief,” sighed Kent as he inhaled the familiar scent of the Hawaiian home mixed with the smells of unusually alien technology. Smiling, he felt safe and at ease, at least until Jumba grabbed him and started sticking wires all over him body. “What are you doing?” he asked, blushing as Jumba attached another with a boop to his nose.

“Correcting a booboo I did to you way back when,” he explained. “This Mysterious Force of yours was my fault and so it is mine to fix.”

“So, you can make it so I never warp around randomly ever again?” asked Kent excitedly.

“Even better than that,” he replied. “I can make it so you can warp where you want at will,” he replied. “How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a power you should give to me!” snapped Hamsterviel, his body snagged onto an oversized mousetrap. “Now release me from this primitive rodent snare!”

“Primitive, but effective,” commented Jumba. “No high tech computers for you to hack on that thing. It is a far more effective containment unit than anything the Galactic Federation would use to hold you.”

“Oh, you will pay for this, Jumba!” swore Hamsterviel. “You will all pay dear for this indignity!”

“So, how long will this take to do?” asked Kent, speaking while Hamsterviel was still ranting and raving.

“Don’t ignore my banter you stu-” the evil rodent complained.

“A bit, so might as well make yourselves comfy,” Jumba replied.

“I’ll go make some sandwiches then,” commented Reuben. “I wonder if we have any slices of Womble meat in the fridge. I got a hankering for some Womble all of a sudden.” He walked off, rubbing his chin as he pondered such a sandwich in his head. “I wonder what kind of cheese would go good with that.”

“Uh, he’s joking… right?” worried Kent.

“Make one for me too,” drooled Stitch as he followed after him and added to Kent’s worries.


“And done!” announced Jumba as he tapped one final button on his keyboard. “You should be all set to go wherever you want now, at least wherever you can picture in your head.”

“That’s great!” cheered Kent as he bit into a turkey sandwich Reuben prepared for him while he was off sandwich making. “I know a ton of buffets and now I can go to them whenever I want.”

“No!” cried Hamsterviel. “Such potential wasted on stuffing that fat face of yours! A thousand villainous warlord despots weep this day!”

“And I can still take others along with me too?” the Womble asked.

“Of course,” nodded Jumba. “There is just one thing to remember. The special energy to warp builds up in your body over time. There is no way to really control how quickly you can charge it up since I don’t know precisely how it interacts with your, uh, Womble chemistry. It could take one hour, one day, or a whole week to build up enough. However, I can at least give you this little device to help you know when you are charged up enough to do it.” Jumba held out what appeared to be a wristwatch and helped afix it onto Kent. “How’s that?”

“Perfect,” he smiled and looked at it. “I’m all charged up right now, so that means I can get going now.”

“What? Already?” groaned Reuben. “But we barely got to hang out while you weren’t in danger of blowing up.”

“Yeah, we should party,” added Stitch, his idea one the others looked eager for as well.

“As much as I’d love to,” explained Kent. “I have a friend who I got separated from and I get the feeling he needs help. I have to go and save him, but now that I’ve got full control over the Mysterious Force… well, I guess I can’t call it that since it’s not so mysterious anymore. I’ll think of what to call it some other time. Anyway, thanks for everything.”

“Heh, no prob,” Reuben told him.

“Make sure you come back soon,” said Jumba. “You are very interesting creature to analyze. I can see much evil potential… and some good potential too.”

“Don’t be a stranger,” joked Stitch.

“See ya,” waved Kent as he closed his eyes and focused on his friend, Bearmon, hoping that’d be enough to get him to where he was. His body glowed brightly as the warping activated and in a flash of light, he vanished.

“Looks like he’s heading back to the world he was at earlier on,” noted Jumba as he checked the logs in his computer to see his new coordinates. “I guess that’s where he had to go to help his bear friend made of 1’s and 0’s.”

“Well, he’s gone,” sighed Reuben sadly.

“He’s not the only one,” worried Stitch as he pointed to where they had Hamsterviel been contained. Both he and the mousetrap were gone!

“Uh oh,” worried Jumba. “I think Kent accidentally warped and dragged him along for the ride.”

“I thought you fixed Kent’s warping problem,” cried Reuben.

“I did… for the most part,” explained Jumba. “But there is still a chance he will warp randomly and take random things with him when he does so. It still a vast upgrade from before.”

“Well, looks like you’ll still need plenty of luck my friend,” said Reuben before taking another bite of his sandwich.