"You are interrupting the climax of the Earth ceremony, surf boy!"

Those words just couldn't leave poor Pleakley's thoughts. Those few words Jumba had said back then. During their wedding. To David. When he interrupted them.

Geez, David mistook Jumba for Nani for a second and appeared there just when the priest was saying: "I now pronounce you husband and wife". Oh, and after that would have been the kiss. The kiss! Damn you, surf boy!

Pleakley wasn't quite sure why he was feeling this way. Falling in love with Jumba wasn't exactly the first thing he could have excepted when the pair first met. But somehow it happened. While spending all that time together; fist trying to capture Stitch, then living with him and the Pelekai sisters, they got to know each other and realized that despite all their differences, they understood each other. They became best friends. But that wasn't all. All those memories, all those long gazes and warm-hearted touches, all those conversations, all that time together... Pleakley just couldn't help himself. He was in love with that 'evil genius', who had truly showed him that there is much more in him than that evilness.

And there he was, sitting on his bed, wearing long curly blonde wig and his orange dress, dreaming of the man he was hopelessly in love with ...and they were just about to marry each other! Wow, life's crazy. Although it was just to fool his mother who pressured him desperately to get married. She was always trying to change Pleakley to something he wasn't, but that didn't mean she didn't love her son. She just wanted to make him happy, like she had said. But Pleakley was happy, and luckily her mother finally understood it! Life isn't all about marriage -Pleakley wanted to do things his own ways, he didn't want to get married, not at all. Well, at least not to a lady. But when he saw Jumba in that funny looking dress and quite stunning makeup walking the aisle towards him, it felt like his way.

Besides the fact that it was Jumba wearing the dress, since Pleakley was obviously the one who should be the bride.

"Pleakley, you being there?" called familiar voice from the other side of the bedroom door.

This broke the Plorgonarian from his thoughts rather quickly, since the voice belonged to the guy he was thinking about. "Ju-Jumba! Come in!" he said in high, surprised voice. The door opened and the bigger alien stepped in, closing it behind him. Pleakley sat on his bed, looking up to Jumba and discussing what to do: mention those words he said or just ignore it all?

"Well, what is being on the mind?" Jumba suddenly asked. After all the time they've spent together he saw clearly when something was bothering his little friend.

"Nothing" Pleakley answered quickly, trying to sound calm, "How so?"

"Is showing from your face. One-eyed is thinking something, no?" the Kweltikwanian smirked.

Pleakley stared at Jumba with an insecure expression, hoping hardly he wouldn't blush. Then he got an idea and decided to try a little white lie: "Oh, I was just thinking about that stupid scarf I bought couple hours ago... I guess I'll return it, it's too-" Jumba's put his huge hand on Pleakley's mouth and interrupted him, grinning. "I can see when my little one is lying."

Pleakley's wide eye seemed a little more wider and his heartbeats fastened, half because he was clearly trapped now and half because Jumba called him 'his little one' again. That nickname always made his two hearts melt. "Besides", Jumba continued, "couple hours ago we were about to getting married."

It was at hearing those words when Pleakley completely froze. He was speechless, didn't know what to do or think. Some long, painful seconds he just sat there quietly, staring at Jumba who stared back and smiled like he would know exactly what Pleakley was thinking, and would just be teasing him. Then he found his remaining bravery and decided to go for it. It was now or never. This was in fact a perfect situation for talking about the wedding and that meaningful sentence. He looked deeply into Jumba's eyes, breathed deeply and nodded -even smiled a little. "Oh, yeah. That's what I was thinking, if we're being candid."

Jumba glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... what about that?"

"Eh... well, I was just thinking how glad I am now that mom and others finally began to accept me. You know, it wasn't easy for me." Pleakley explained, he thought it was better to not to sprout it all out at once. Jumba nodded, he knew very well that Pleakley hadn't feel like he could be himself with his mother and siblings. When Jumba still waited for Pleakley to keep talking, the little alien started to take the conversation in a way he wanted to, even tough butterflies played in his stomach like crazy. "Back there you said that..."

"This dress looks pitiful? My finger hurts? Well, you saw the dress with your own big eye! And what comes to hurting finger, that ring was being way too small..." Jumba started to explain, but Pleakley just shook his head and rolled his eye, smiling faintly.

"No... silly. I meant that..." Pleakley took a short pause and collected all his bravery before continuing, "w-what you said when David came."

Jumba's jaw opened, and as much as he wouldn't want it to show, he embarrassed. He tried to hide his shock, but Pleakley noticed. He certainly hoped it was a good sign! Jumba rubbed the back of his neck and looked down, then up to Pleakley but when he met his eye, down again. "Hmh... Jumba is knowing what you are meaning. 'Don't interrupt the climax of the Earth ceremony, surf boy'. Silly little utterance..."

Pleakley was rather surprised that Jumba remembered the whole sentence so detailed, and tried not to think about his last words which made this all seem just a joke, so he continued as steady as he could with such a situation: "Well, I was thinking... Were you really okay with what was happening? You were being saved from gay marriage with your best friend and you said things like that. It, um...It made me wonder that did you enjoy it?"

Jumba didn't answer for a moment. He seemed to be uncomfortable with the situation as he finally explained: "Was just wanting to get things right so your mother would be buying it. That is being all."

When Jumba finished, Pleakley realised exactly what he meant. He was just wanting to help his friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Not wanting to make things any more embarrassing, he turned his back to Jumba and laid on his bed, pulling blanket to cover him. "Hehe, I see. Well I feel kinda tired now, would you switch off the lights as you leave?"