GW: Here's where we are introduced to Stitch Jr.'s issues. Sorry if the chapter may seem short and boring. Don't hurt or flame me! Let the chapter begin!

Stitch Jr.: Be nice, Uncle Leroy!

Leroy: (growls while Stitch Jr. gulps)

Disclaimer: Owning nothing

Stitch Jr.'s Problems

Meanwhile, at a restaurant filled with a bunch of Trogs and villains, Leroy, Stitch Jr., and Leroy's kids were eating. The seven Trogs were eating like savages while Stitch Jr. picked at his salad.

"Stitch Jr., we need to talk," Leroy began while the small Trog mumbled, "Oh, God, have mercy."

Ignoring the comment, Leroy said, "Things have been going around that you aren't acting like a proper Trog should." When the Trog didn't answer, Leroy continued, "And you know when people talk, I look bad-"

"I know, Uncle Leroy."

"No, apparently you don't know. You and your cousins are supposed to take over the city soon and you're acting like you don't want it. Look at your cousins," he pointed to his children who were eating like savages, especially Herman. "They're perfect specimens of Trogs, real killers."

"Thanks, Daddy," Liko and Lika giggled between chews.

"Yeah, thanks, Pa," Inferno added, nibbling on a piece of chicken.

"But, you…" he drifted off and sighed. Then, he got an idea. He put his hand in the cage that was nearby and pulled a duck in a blue wizard's outfit by the neck. He was Donald Duck, the court wizard and about to be dinner.

"Junior, eat this duck," Leroy shoved the quivering duck at Stitch Jr.'s face.

"Uh, sorry, Uncle Leroy, but…I have a policy against meat, I mean, do you know how fattening ducks can be? They have…a lot of calories," Stitch Jr. explained.

"It's true," Donald quacked, "and also, my sister had three triplets and I have to take care of them with my girlfriend because my sis passed on and they lost their beaks and feathers. I try to take care of them, but I'm always going on quests with my two buddies and it gets hard to earn money for food, but when I see their little faces light up with happiness, it just makes me feel good inside."

Leroy and his kids were staring at the duck like he was crazy while Stitch Jr. dabbed his eyes like he had been crying.

"I didn't have a clue what that duck was saying," Hannibal said to Leroy Jr. who just nodded his head.

"True story," the duck added when he saw Leroy's look. Leroy shook off his shock and growled at his nephew, "Stitch Jr., eat the dang duck!"

"Please, have mercy!" Donald pleaded.

"Uncle Leroy, knock it off!" Stitch Jr. hissed.

"Eat it now!"

"Please don't!"

"Don't do it!" the other creatures that were in the cage joined in the fray as the seven gluttonous Trogs stared at Donald hungrily.

"Eat!"

"No!"

"Don't!"

"Eat It!"

"STOP IT, UNCLE LEROY!!!" Stitch Jr. had had enough! He snatched up not only Donald, but the rest of the trapped creatures and pushed them out the open window.

"Go! You're free! Cry freedom!"

"You're a good Trog," Donald said warmly, then turned to Leroy and made a hand motion where he punched his fist. Leroy cocked his eyebrow as he watched his dinner leave. Everyone in the restaurant stared at the scene, then, as if it never happened, they started to eat and chat.

Leroy was glaring at Stitch Jr. with hatred. Hannibal noticed and said, "Father, my siblings and I will take over the business-"

"No," the Trog said bluntly, never taking his eyes off of Stitch Jr., "we do this as a family. Hannibal, I want you and your siblings to take your nephew out and show him the ropes."

"Oh, Daddy-" Herman started to complain, but was interrupted by his father, "Listen, runt. You're going to learn how to be a ferocious Trog, whether you like it or not."

Stitch Jr. sighed unhappily, thinking about his old ohana(sp?).

GW: Poor Stitch Jr.. (turns to Leroy) Can't you be just a little nicer?

Leroy: Uh…no.

Bloo: Big jerk!

Leroy: (pounces on Bloo, Mac and Dash try to get him off)

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