Out of Evil Genius Depth {Open}
Oct 6, 2018 12:34:48 GMT -5
Post by Jumba Jookiba on Oct 6, 2018 12:34:48 GMT -5
"Hehehe", Jumba gave his classic evil-genius laugh, only not so pronounced, more an amused chuckle, as he slowly turned the dial on the machine. This would be the most magnificent, glorious, toaster in the history of Earth toasters! They would be able to make toast like they had back on Turo!
Jumba was eager to help his Earth family in any way, and a toaster that could make multiple was sure to be a helper given how much Nani complained of time and breakfast.
That and Jumba might have been the one to break the two-slice toaster yesterday...apparently even alien technology forks were not supposed to go into them after errant bread.
Thankfully Jumba was a resilient alien and had been fine, but the toaster had suffered his annoyance at it and been reduced to pieces.
"And three, two, now...", Jumba leaned over the contraption that was attempting ten slices in ten seconds! It popped, but popped black smoke instead of crispy bread. Jumba coughed and rushed to escape the smoke, rushing from his space-ship-turned-lab. At least the damage wasn't in the house this time.
"Do not be worrying everyone, I have...", Jumba blinked, but instead of trees, or the house, he saw...well trees and cliffs...but...
Jumba glanced down. He knew he had not been anywhere near standing in the water around the island before, but now he stood in a small beginning wading depth of it.
Jumba lifted a foot, put it back down, and then glanced around. Little-Girl-Lilo’s house was gone. As was his ship! This was not even Hawaii. Was it still Earth?
Well, yes, because Jumba next saw many of the familiar tourists in their bathing suits (he had quickly found out Pleakley's interpretation of bathing suites had not been the right century!).
Thankfully Jumba was still in his own Hawaiian shirt, glasses, mustache, and hat, so would pass as one of them already, as he went on to explain as he rushed up to one.
“Excusing me!”, he touched the man’s shoulder, but remembering his strength and girth, gently (no need for a repeat of a teensy incident his first day as a part of Lilo’s Ohana) “I am normal Hawaiian tourists”, Jumba motioned to his shirt, “...but...I am not recalling that old ship or...Is this still Hawaii?”.
The man had a little girl, whose eyes went wide, “Ooh, look daddy! It’s Jumba! Do it again!”, she giggled.
Jumba frowned at the girl, “Earth--er Small Girl is knowing of Jumba?”. Little Girl, while how Jumba talked, felt like Lilo’s special nickname, and so Jumba went with another, almost the same.
The girl giggled again. Jumba frowned, more confused now and could only scratch his head, under his hat, as the father smiled to him and they walked away to go splash some more. He thought he knew of all the odd Earth customs by now, but this one was completely baffling.
Jumba waded out of the water, "What is ever going on?", he muttered to himself.
Jumba was eager to help his Earth family in any way, and a toaster that could make multiple was sure to be a helper given how much Nani complained of time and breakfast.
That and Jumba might have been the one to break the two-slice toaster yesterday...apparently even alien technology forks were not supposed to go into them after errant bread.
Thankfully Jumba was a resilient alien and had been fine, but the toaster had suffered his annoyance at it and been reduced to pieces.
"And three, two, now...", Jumba leaned over the contraption that was attempting ten slices in ten seconds! It popped, but popped black smoke instead of crispy bread. Jumba coughed and rushed to escape the smoke, rushing from his space-ship-turned-lab. At least the damage wasn't in the house this time.
"Do not be worrying everyone, I have...", Jumba blinked, but instead of trees, or the house, he saw...well trees and cliffs...but...
Jumba glanced down. He knew he had not been anywhere near standing in the water around the island before, but now he stood in a small beginning wading depth of it.
Jumba lifted a foot, put it back down, and then glanced around. Little-Girl-Lilo’s house was gone. As was his ship! This was not even Hawaii. Was it still Earth?
Well, yes, because Jumba next saw many of the familiar tourists in their bathing suits (he had quickly found out Pleakley's interpretation of bathing suites had not been the right century!).
Thankfully Jumba was still in his own Hawaiian shirt, glasses, mustache, and hat, so would pass as one of them already, as he went on to explain as he rushed up to one.
“Excusing me!”, he touched the man’s shoulder, but remembering his strength and girth, gently (no need for a repeat of a teensy incident his first day as a part of Lilo’s Ohana) “I am normal Hawaiian tourists”, Jumba motioned to his shirt, “...but...I am not recalling that old ship or...Is this still Hawaii?”.
The man had a little girl, whose eyes went wide, “Ooh, look daddy! It’s Jumba! Do it again!”, she giggled.
Jumba frowned at the girl, “Earth--er Small Girl is knowing of Jumba?”. Little Girl, while how Jumba talked, felt like Lilo’s special nickname, and so Jumba went with another, almost the same.
The girl giggled again. Jumba frowned, more confused now and could only scratch his head, under his hat, as the father smiled to him and they walked away to go splash some more. He thought he knew of all the odd Earth customs by now, but this one was completely baffling.
Jumba waded out of the water, "What is ever going on?", he muttered to himself.