Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 9, 2018 10:13:50 GMT -5
Jumba was in a fit of glee! It was usually a very bad thing and he was cackling over some very bad thing, but not this time! Oh no! This was a very good thing! Of course after last week's "accident" he was sure Pleakley would be of a very different opinion on that and all of his inventing...but that was the point!
He had made up for it, spectacularly, and...oh just let the One-Eyed-Noodle find a fault with this!
The fact that he would didn't really occur to Jumba as he left his and his room mate's room and went looking for him.
"Pleakley? Pleakley! Come out, you have to be seeing latest invention! Will be loving it!", Jumba tried to market it before Pleakley was in the room.
"One-Eyed-Noodle? Are you cleaning Earth-Disposable again?", Jumba peered under the sink near the garbage disposal, "You know Nani was telling you not to be doing that anymore". Nani had said not to do a lot of things that Jumba had selectively not heard his side of.
Pleakley bustled into the little kitchen of his adopted home (temporary home, of course, until the Galactic Alliance recalled him), carrying a load of assorted shoes in his flexible arms.
"Is it so hard to wipe the bottoms of your shoes before coming into the house?" he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Sand belongs on the beach, not on the hardwood floors." The whole concept of shoes was kind of ridiculous anyway; they didn't wear such things on his planet. But what could you expect from a backwater world, fascinating though it was?
"Jumba!" The green alien stopped in his tracks. "What are you doing to the garbage disposal? Nani said no more upgrades!" He never listened!
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 9, 2018 17:38:40 GMT -5
Pleakley came in complaining of cleanliness, as always, Jumba didn't listen to the particular theme of this rant and as he began with backing himself out of the space under the sink he had all but crawled in in search of Pleakley. It wasn't as easy as it looked, and so the one-eyed-noodle was able to keep complaining before he'd finished.
"Jumba! What are you doing to the garbage disposal? Nani said no more upgrades!"
"Ack, am not...", Jumba finished his crawling out and standing before completing his statement, "Am not messing with Left-Overs-Chewer, was thinking you were", he explained, giving it yet another name, before glancing for where he'd set the thing he'd brought. Ah ha! Jumba picked it up, "Was looking for you, to show you latest invention!".
He turned towards Pleakley with what looked like a metal jacket or top part of a space suit, "Now, what would you be saying is most favorite Earth Hobby, don't tell me am knowing! Cleaning! And you are always complaining that Jumba is making it harder, well, have made it easier!", the scientist declared, holding up the metal thing.
"Here, you wear this and will helpfully speed up movements and be improving cleaning time 101% or something and best of all will not go kaboom!", though Jumba always promised that.
"Here try on, can adjust if doesn't fit!", Jumba held his invention towards Pleakley expectantly and excitedly. Just let him say he didn't do anything for him now!
"Uh-huh." Everything about Pleakley proclaimed that he wasn't convinced. In fact, he was careful not to completely believe anything Jumba said. At least, that's the advice he gave himself.
you wear this and will helpfully speed up movements and be improving cleaning time
"Ooh! Shiny!" Pleakley's eye opened wide as he beheld the metal garment. In his mind, he could already see how dashing he would look in it. And it would help him keep the place cleaner in less time. Win-win!
"Is that the only style it comes in? Do you have anything in a v-neck?" If not, well, he could make do as well as the next alien.
Pleakley began to slip his flexible arms into the jacket when he suddenly stopped halfway.
"Wait...just how exactly will this make cleaning faster?" Best to ask some pertinent questions beforehand.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 12, 2018 9:59:39 GMT -5
Jumba sighed to himself, why the one-eyed-noodle-Earth-expert couldn't just believe him was beyond the scientist! Well ok there had been the incident last week...and the one before that...
He let it go though, for showing off his latest invention!
Ok good, Pleakley finally liked something he did! See! He was trying now and doing good...but for a few chaos throw-ins here or there...bad habits, but this was not one of those!
"Is that the only style it comes in? Do you have anything in a v-neck?"
Jumba looked bored, "Is helpful electronic, not fashion statement!". Why could Pleakley not just like it, why did he have to question it?
"Wait...just how exactly will this make cleaning faster?"
Ok that was a valid questioning of the situation. Unfortunately Pleakley had already agreed to far, and half got into the device. Jumba completed it for him, near as he could, zippering it (though more complex that a zipper) with at least one of Pleakley's arms in. "With handy remote!", he answered, "Here be putting other arm in for full effect, but will show...". Jumba turned a dial the the jackets before cut off sleeve now extended a sleeve along to Pleakley's wrist.
"Uh speed two for showing is sound good", Jumba muttered to himself and hit a button, the machine whipping Pleakley's arm back, into the toaster! "Oh no!", Jumba droppd his remote as he rushed to catch it. Nani would kill him if he broke another toaster.
"Uh, is working better if you hold own remote, but was showing. Is great yes?".
Pleakley's hesitation may have been wise, but it was a case of too little, too late. With one swift motion, Jumba had him in the full metal jacket, mostly, and was pushing buttons, a sure sign of imminent disaster.
"No, wait, I do not consent!" Like I said, too late. Metal sleeves shot out of somewhere, encasing those rubbery arms and forcing one of them backwards and into the toaster.
Fortunately, the toaster hadn't been used since breakfast and wasn't hot. Unfortunately, Pleakley, in his panic, jerked his arm, toaster and all, to slam into the faucet, which contact clicked the toaster on.
"Hot! Hot! Hot!" cried the green alien, hopping up and down. "Jumba, get it off!"
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 16, 2018 19:04:28 GMT -5
Pleakley's complaints of course fell on deaf ears. He just always freaked out about everything, Jumba didn't always take it seriously and just knew the One-Eyed-Noodle would change his mind when he saw how awesome Jumba's invention was! Even the ones that blew up were awesome, since their concept was still on point, execution had just failed.
He supposed this logic applied to his Experiments as well, except 262 was just so hard to defend away! He had just gone so wrong.
But back to Pleakley.
Who was flailing around with the toaster on his hand.
Jumba sighed, Not two seconds of putting it back and...of course!
"Why are you always being where not supposed to be all of time!", honestly Pleakley's talent for mishap could be called uncanny except it was old by now. Jumba would of course help his friend though. He always did. The invention was proof.
"Here...be holding still!". catching the flailing noodle of an alien was not easy...and the toaster hit Jumba's head on one pass, luckily he closed his other eye.
He finally managed to grasp the appliance, though, and tugged. It didn't come off, so he twisted then tugged. "There, was saving you, you are welcome", Jumba stepped back, looking pleased with his work.
Pleakley continued to flail his arms hysterically; he would've run away screaming if he hadn't been tethered to the wall by the electrical cord. And if he'd been able to notice Jumba getting beaned by the toaster, it would've afforded him some satisfaction.
Here...be holding still!
"Get it off!" he shouted at Jumba, though that's what the scientist was already doing. "Put it back!" he screamed, when the scientist twisted his arm.
That did it; the toaster was off at last. The alien advisor gasped for breath, relieved by the lessening of his pain.
"I need some burn cream," he muttered, turning in the direction of the first aid kit. Jumba's invention was forgotten for the moment in his quest for relief.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Dec 30, 2018 9:32:13 GMT -5
Get it Off, followed by Put it Back... The one-eyed noodle wasn't making any sense! Jumba was sort of used to that by now, but still, it made helping him difficult if he went and contradicted himself like that!
Finally the offending appliance came off his friend (Jumba figured he would still use that word, even with as big of a baby as Pleakley was being) and the alien scientist awaited out them being able to get an actual test out and him being able to actually tell what Pleakley thought of the device!
No go. Now he was concerned about his hand and rushing off for burn cream.
Hmm...self dispensing burn cream for the machine..it was a thought...and especially if Pleakley was going to use it...
Jumba realized and mentally jotted to himself. It was an issue for later and after figuring out the results from this use, though. If Pleakley was done panicking. Jumba followed him over to the first-aid kit, to wait until he was done with that and then get the findings. Hopefully.
Pulling out the first aid kit, a well-used item in this household, Pleakley slathered some burn cream onto his hand until the tube was half empty and his flesh was completely hidden by gobs of the white goop. At least it felt better now.
Now that that was done, Pleakley heaved a sigh and glanced downward. Yikes! He was still wearing the invention!
All enthusiasm for this thing had gone up in smoke along with the upper layer of Pleakley's skin.
"That's it! No more, Jumba! Take this thing off right now!" The green alien fiddled with the metal suit himself, but whether because he was flustered or because Jumba had designed it that way, he couldn't seem to get the thing off.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Jan 9, 2019 9:04:36 GMT -5
Nani having to always buy more burn cream was directly linked to how much Pleakley seemed to use at every "instance" and even when nothing happened that would warrant such! When she complained about how her new Ohana was costing her it was first aid stuff for Pleakley and food for him. Or food for both.
Though she was good enough not to complain too much.
Still Jumba had to shake his head. "Would not make it if actual planet invasion ever happened", he muttered, and which planet was irrelevant. Not that this wasn't something he already knew about the one-eyed noodle.
"That's it! No more, Jumba! Take this thing off right now!"
The scientist blinked, and tried to fully understand what Pleakley was saying and not. No more what? Inventions ever?! Jumba just curbed another sigh and walked up as Pleakley fumbled with the suit. He was good enough to haul it off the skinny alien with one yank up and yet went on with his argument as he stood there holding it.
"Now be holding on...for someone who is wanting to learn, are giving up very easily. Jumba has made excellent way to learn about Earth chores, and Earth Expert gives up second smaller layer of skin goes bye-bye", Jumba shook his head.
Jumba did finally get the offensive thing off, though, it seemed, none too gently.
for someone who is wanting to learn, are giving up very easily. Jumba has made excellent way to learn about Earth chores, and Earth Expert gives up second smaller layer of skin goes bye-bye
Pleakley gave a belated "ow" in response to the disrobing, if you can use that term for a piece of wearable hardware. Jumba always knew how to hit him where it hurt, in this case, right in the ego. Knowing he was being manipulated didn't make it any easier to resist.
"All right, fine," he finally responded with a sigh, grabbing the invention from Jumba's grasp. "Give me that full metal jacket." Might just as well get it over with.
Pleakley slipped his arms once more into the device and asked, "Now what do I do?" Besides crossing my fingers...
Pleakley said nothing while Jumba explained the workings of the fiendish device. Though, honestly, his instructions were still pretty vague.
He was so tempted to answer, "no." Instead, the Earth expert decided to have a go at it.
"I guess the floor needs mopping," he sighed, reaching for a dial with one hand and a button with another. Though Pleakley really didn't have a clue what he was doing, the vest whirred to life, whipping him around the room far faster than he could travel under his own power. Soap squirted out from some hidden nozzle as the green alien reached for the mop. He spiraled around the room in a blur, shining the floor as he was borne along.
The thing was vibrating enough to make Pleakley's voice come out in a pulsing staccato, "W-w-whoa, i-it r-r-really w-w-works..."
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Feb 7, 2019 21:54:17 GMT -5
With Pleakley on board, finally, with the idea, there was nothing else to be done but to sit back and watch it work! Which Jumba eagerly prepared to do.
Sure he had been vague with directions and instructions, but that was part of it, and for Pleakley to discover how it worked! Or Jumba had given the basics, and now it was up to Pleakley to explore. Half the fun of inventions.
The One-Eyed One could stand to learn about proper excitement. He sighed as if resigned to execution before setting out!
Jumba gave his own inner sigh. Ah well, results watching!
Pleakley started with the floor, yet even Jumba (who had not really tested the invention and left that “honor” to his friend) winced as he turned one of the dials very aggressively. Probably not the wisest power to start out with...
The Evil Genius was proven right in his thought as Pleakley shot up towards the ceiling! He winced, watching the other alien’s travels with trepidation for a complaint filled giving up when it was over.
Yet he was pleasantly surprised by Pleakley’s resiliency, and seeming enjoyment still of the device!
"W-w-whoa, i-it r-r-really w-w-works..."
“Haha, that is being it, My Friend!”, Jumba brought his hands together once in joy, “Make the machine do as you wish. You are being in charge!”.
Perhaps not true, but Jumba was over all the moons with this, a success, and had blindly shut out all thought of this even now being a failure.
"R-r-r-right, I'm-m-m in ch-ch-charge," replied Pleakley. "Ok-k-kay, m-machine, th-that's en-n-nough m-mop-p-p-ping." Time to try out something different. Pleakley reached for another control knob, the wrong one, as it turned out.
Instead of switching to dusting, the soapy water just came out harder, even as he was whirled around the room faster, higher, and more aggressively.
Bumping into the counter tops and various pieces of furniture--and bumping hard--Pleakley gave up all pretense of controlling the invention.
The thing squirted everywhere, until the entire kitchen was filled with suds.
"No floor soap on the windows!" screamed the alien envoy, "You'll leave streaks!" As if the fiendish contraption cared!
"Is not Experiment!", Jumba rolled his eyes, "Does not respond to verbal commands". Not that that was such an unusual thought for Jumba's tech, and he now thought maybe he should fix that so it did. Eh for version 2.2
Right now Jumba was distracted by another thought. He chuckled, "Hehe, One-Eyed Noodle controlling any of Jumba's Experiments", he laughed, "All of them would be defeating you. Could not even control 014. That is popcorn maker", he specified in case Pleakley cared to grasp the full weight of the insult.
"Not to mention 015, rug tripper, would have on floor wrapped in rug...", Jumba was now thinking through his Experiments and counting on his fingers. "Would be put to sleep by 360 in heartbeat...".
Jumba was distracted from Pleakley's trip around the room, and into furniture, as he gave this listing, but was brought back as soapy water coated him.
"No floor soap on the windows! You'll leave streaks!"
After wiping his face off, Jumba looked stunned (and scared). "What are trying to do?!", he exclaimed, now rushing after Pleakley and to stop him, "Get us killed by Bigger Girl? She was hating when Jumba dropped crumbs, will be doubly hating this!". Jumba attempted to catch Pleakley by is feet (any of them) but missed. He tried again, this time succeeding.
"Ha ha!", his Evil Genius joy was short lived as the machine now lifted them both up and about.
"Hmm...am thinking turbo power was mistake now...", Jumba pondered outloud, before he was slammed into the dishwasher.
Pleakley couldn't spare even a portion of his concentration to listen to Jumba's babbling; he was too busy trying to stay alive. Though he did catch his comment about Nani.
She was hating when Jumba dropped crumbs, will be doubly hating this!
Pleakley was hating it himself, never mind what Nani would say. This machine was clearly trying to kill him! He barely felt Jumba grabbing his leg; even if he had, he was helpless to do anything about it.
His head impacted with the blender and his foot knocked a stack of dishes to the floor, where they shattered. None of the dials, buttons, and knobs Pleakley frantically manipulated seemed to make any difference.
Finally, his long body wedged itself between the table and the wall. Pleakley couldn't escape, but he'd stopped moving. As for the vest, it was still shooting out cleaning solution.
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Feb 12, 2019 22:45:33 GMT -5
Jumba was starting to feel that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach when he realized he had absolutely no control over what he had made.
It happened a lot.
More than it didn’t.
With Experiments and tech alike.
Once his trip around the room with Pleakley ceased, by another pass around the room depositing him onto the floor, he glanced up to find his roommate, and noticed his trip had also mercifully stopped.
Now was his chance, if there was one, to end this!
Pleakley was obviously not able to control the machine. He would have to remove the turbo power. Maybe also...
Jumba halted thinking through his modifications for the moment, and until they were out of this. Carefully, the scientist got up and approached, past and through another blinding cloud of foam.
Bending for a better look he saw the issue and what needed done. Careful not to move the table at all, and lose Pleakley and this option, Jumba reached for the correct tube and yanked it free, cutting the power. The spray stopped. Jumba sighed in relief and moved the table to allow Pleakley up, yanking the jacket off again, attempted easily.
"So...is not being ready", Jumba concluded. He then blinked at the now coated kitchen. "Oh, we should be getting that before Bigger Girl gets back! Let me just go put invention up for tweaking later and will be down to help old fashioned way". Though he didn't like cleaning; at all, he knew it was only decent when it had been his machine to make the mess. See? He was learning!
Jumba walked towards the stairs. It was of course dangerous, letting him leave and go back to their room, thinking about invention tweaking. He could get distracted and not be back.
As if he knew this thought would be in the One-Eyed Noodle's brain, he added, halfway up the steps, "Will be back".
Pleakley couldn't see what Jumba had done, but at last the evil machine ran out of gas.
Gasping for breath, the one-eyed alien leaned on the table to try to collect his wits. He barely noted that Jumba had left the room.
Oh, the room! It was a disaster area of suds and scattered furnishings!
"What will Nani say?" he moaned to himself. There was nothing else to do but roll up his sleeves and fix it.
"Bruised, dizzy, and nauseated from swallowing soap, Pleakley nevertheless went at the process of mopping up all the suds, righting the chairs, and generally cleaning up. It wasn't too long before the place was back to normal.
Better than normal--the kitchen was spotless! Oh, the windows were streaky (as he'd predicted) and there were a few small appliances in pieces (which Pleakley hid in the trash), but all in all, it was the cleanest he'd ever seen it.
And all just in time for Nani to come home! Pleakley settled himself back to receive the complements he felt were soon to be coming his way.
Tito: Fixed, Basil; and we have to balance out those cats somehow!
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