lilo and stitch short story

"Relieving the meanie"

warning: pee/watersports


After leaving the dog pound, where he had adopted Stitch as his new pet,walking Lilo  spotted Mertle and her gang in the distance, riding their bicycles. With a joyful wave, she called out, "My friends!" But Mertle and her crew gasped in horror as they saw Lilo approaching. They pedaled frantically, attempting to escape her.
Undeterred, Lilo sprinted ahead, positioning herself in front of their path, effectively blocking their escape. Mertle, who was leading the group on her bicycle, glared at Lilo with a defensive and wary expression. "What do you want?" she demanded, her tone sharp.
Lilo hesitated, her eyes wide. She knew she had a rocky history with Mertle and her gang. "I'm sorry for biting you, pulling your hair, and punching you in the face," Lilo blurted out, trying to make amends.
Mertle remained unyielding, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Apology not accepted," she retorted. "Now get out of my way before I run you over."
Just as the tension reached its peak, Mertle's attention shifted. She pointed dramatically at something behind Lilo, and her companions gasped in unison. Lilo turned to see what had captured their horrified gaze. Emerging from behind her was a creature unlike anything they had ever encountered.
Lilo beamed with pride. "I got a new dog," she announced, presenting stitch, the blue fuzzi creature.
Mertle's candid (and rather rude) opinion couldn't be contained. "That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen," she declared, her disdain evident.
Her gang members, nodded in agreement. "Yeeeaah," they chimed in, emphasizing the oddity of Stitch's appearance.
Stitch,maybe hurt by their harsh judgments, approached Mertle's bicycle. His large, dark eyes bore into hers as he gently touched the frame with his paw. "Eww! Get it away from me!" Mertle recoiled, her disgust palpable. "I'm gonna get a disease!"
The panic within the group intensified as Stitch continued to surprise them. With a sudden burst of strength, he pushed Mertle's bike, causing her to tumble to the ground with a startled scream.

After the fall, Stitch approached Mertle, his inquisitive eyes scanning her with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Mertle, still sprawled on the ground, looked up at him with a blend of disgust and fear. "Somebody do something!" she shrieked, her voice echoing the urgency of the chaotic situation.
The entire group watched in horror as Stitch maneuvered around Mertle. His hindleg lifted, and Mertle's eyes widened. "What are you doing? Nooo!" she protested, her tone a desperate plea.
And then it happened—a moment both bizarre and unexpected. With a relieved expression, Stitch released a steady stream of clear amber liquid. The tickling warmth splashed onto Mertle's face, leaving her utterly stunned. Her friends gasped and screamed, their collective "eww" echoing through the air.
Mertle's face contorted as she endured the unexpected shower. The plenty steaming flow soaked her clothes, clung to her hair, and dripped down her cheeks. She tried to shield herself with her hands, but some of the liquid even found its way into her mouth, causing her to spit it out instantly, gagging.
Lilo, torn between concern for Mertle and her loyalty to Stitch, gasped. "Stitch, no! Bad dog!" she scolded, her heart torn. Despite their frequent clashes, Lilo still cared about Mertle's well-being.
Stitch finished relieving himself, shaking his leg nonchalantly. He trotted back to Lilo, seemingly unfazed by the chaos he'd caused. "Sorry about that, Mertle," Lilo apologized, her eyes darting between the two.
Mertle, now drenched in the smelly puddle Stitch had created, struggled to lift herself from the ground. The foul fluid trickled from her clothes, leaving a pungent trail. She grimaced, her anger mixing with disappointment. "Look at me! I'm all wet... and stink!" she complained, her voice both indignant and defeated.
Her friends, still grossed out, screamed and scattered, fleeing from the scene. Mertle, left behind, glared at them. "Where are you running? Help me!" she whined, her frustration evident.
Lilo scooped up Stitch, who seemed oddly pleased with himself, and they dashed away from Mertle. As they disappeared around the corner, Mertle sighed. Delusion and disappointment settled over her like a damp cloak. She picked up her fallen bike, each step leaving a trail of drops behind her, and trudged back home.