Hello KittyAbz and AnimationNut. So good to see you guys. I'm so glad you guys are here. I sorta like to see who in the world is reading my stories. But, I sure am glad you are here. Anywho, school is coming up fast for me... but then again, so is my birthday. Birthday in three days, school in five days. Sorta... bittersweet, eh? Oh wonderful, now I'm rambling, and no one really reads these anyway. So, ROLL FILM!

Oh... wait wait, back up. Okay, so Lilo and Stitch is copyright Disney, while Ben Ten is Cartoon Network's. I am fairly certain that will please the admin.

"What!" Lilo yelled.

"Poof! Gone. I asked him to close up shop, and look what happened." The snow cone man said, showing him a great burn spot on the floor.

"But Slushy is all about cold. There is no way he could burn anything!" Lilo replied.

"Well, Slushy was the only one here. I don't know what to tell you." Lilo's brow furrowed. She ran out of the store, and ran to the nearby movie theater.

"Ahh, Lilo." The man behind the glass smiled. "How's my favorite girl?"

"Is Kernel okay?" Lilo asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't he be?" The man asked with a furrow of his brow.

"It's just Slushy and Frenchfry have disappeared, and maybe many more. I've only made my first stops." Lilo replied.

"-At latitude zero and longitude eight." I heard a boy singing in the background. I peek back real fast. There was a boy with brilliant blue hair, singing some sort of tropical song, the kind usually found round Hawaii.

"Hmm... that's not good." The man replied. "Well, I hope you find th-." He was cut off by a bright blue flash, and a sparking sound. "Huh?" He turned in his seat, and peeked back into the theater.

"What's happening?" Lilo asked worredly.

"It's a- a- GAAH!" He was interrupted by a huge blast of blue sparks. The man spun once, and fell to the floor, unconcious. Confused, Lilo peek through the windows. There was a huge pile of burnt popcorn, in the middle of a ring of sligtly overcooked kernels. But neither Kernel, or the one with blue sparks were in sight. Lilo looked down at the man, and gasp. There was a large burn mark on his face.

"Oh my-" She grabbed a phone and dialled the numbers 9- 1- 1.

"This is the emergency number. How can we help you?" A gruff man's voice sounded from the phone.

"My friend got burnt! He looks really bad."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Where are you?"

"The movie theater." She replied. "Please hurry." Lilo wrote "Down here" with an arrow below it pointing downward. She taped it to the window, and decided to see who else was missing.

Clip hurried around the shop, clipping hair this way and that, making stylish haircuts. She just finished with a rather green-faced girl, giving her a haircut, to which the girl replied, "Cool." She stopped at a person with a large newspaper covering the upper half of their body. Hmmm... where had she seen that before? She hopped onto the top of the chair, and reached down. She gasped as she felt metal, not hair beneath her claws. A bright blue blast came from the hole in the creature's head, Clip's fur scorched and her body burned. And what landed on the floor was a small purple pod with the numbers 177 on it.

Cannonball was happily bouncing along. Several surfers have already came over and thanked him for making such "rockin waves, brah." Nothing at this point would ruin his day. He paused in front of the water. At the coast... he thought he saw a flash of red. There! There was a huge black something in the woods. Cannonball decided that it was some invention of Jumba's. He prepared to make another wave, when a great blue flash came over him... and a small blue pod with the numbers 520 fell into a black hand.

There was a loud shaking for a mile round. The tourists knew they were close. Quake Shakes was known to make shakes so good, that it shakes the ground itself. They were confused why there weren't more people. They arrived at the small shack. There was an ugly black statue of what sort of looked like a two legged, robotized fly. Ewwwwww.

"Umm... excuse me? Can we have a strawberry shake?" The man asked. The shaking had suddenly stopped, and there was a horrible scream. Low, and not human. Something small and black broke from the wall, and the tourists barely saw the small blue ball in his hand, with the numbers 513.

(Lilo's Pov)

I ran around, trying to find them. Any of them. Some were still around. Jumba's personal stash of expirements that were too dangerous were, thankfully still there. Yin and Yang were still working on their island. Mertle still had Gigi. Holio was still getting rid of construction waste. Shoe was still at the golf course. And the last time I checked, Richter was still making shakes. Bellyup had disappeared from the car testing area. Swirly never showed up at the Hiligann's birthday party. Macky Macaw disappeared, and therefore, Phantasmo.

"I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do,

Than be castaway on an island with you.

No, I can't think of anything more heavenly,

Than to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me."

Wait. I recognize that voice. I turn, and I see the blue haired boy. He was singing happily, a green skinned girl snuggled up to his arm, with a haircut that no one could do on the island, except Clip. And Clip disappeared that morning... I gasp, as the building where Moses taught hula dancing suddenly erupted in sparks, and a small black something flew by, inches from my face. I recognize a small, shite pod that read 1_3. I assume that the thumb was covering a 3. 133, or P.J.

"Shipwrecked with you,

Shipwrecked with you.

I can't think of a single I'd rather do,

Than be castaway on an island with you.

Off from dristactions, and mattters of state.

We can quit smoking and quickly lose weight.

Sleeping till noon, and then staying up late,

At latitude zero and longitude eight.

I am a-" I found it odd that while everyone else were screaming, that the boy and girl were completely unfazed, and singing an odd song. I confronted the boy.

"Who are you?" I demand.

"Me?" The boy asked, eyes closed.

"You." I respond. He was silent for a minute. His eyes opened, revealing bright blue eyes. Piercing blue eyes.

"Who do you think I am?" He asked. With that, he walked away. I could only stare as he left. A small black creature... Jumba should know what it is. I run home.