"Pleakley… is that you?" Jumba murmured as he stumbled over to a bluish-pink-green blob in the complete darkness.

"AHHHH!" screamed the blob in fright. It was surely Pleakley.

"It's me… Jumba!"

"Oh no… not another one… I've learned my lesson with so many others."

"What do you mean…?"

"I had some ribs slap me in the face this morning when I was trying to eat 'em! And, it wasn't pretty! Not pretty at all! Go away before I karate chop you!" Pleakley said batting a lacrosse stick.

"But…" Jumba began. Not liking this answer, Pleakley ran over to Jumba and immediately started hitting him. Jumba still couldn't believe how someone that small could possess that much strength.

"Oh, so you were hiding the main course! The appetizer was easy, so bring it on!" Pleakley challenged as he batted experiment 800. After about ten minutes, Pleakley was finally getting tired. "Tricky aren't you! Tricky, tricky, tricky!"

"That's because we're not a figment Pleakley…"

"What do you mean figment? This is reality – combating ribs and egg mcmuffins! I'm the slayer of them all! Here's my outfit to prove it!" It was his blue and pink Hawaiian dress.

Jumba couldn't help but laugh. "I'm afraid not… Do you remember who I am?"

Pleakley thought for a second. It had almost been two years. Maybe Pleakley suffered some brain damage, like the doctor warned. "Ohh…That's right! You're the chosen one to help me slay all the pizza! Between you and me – they always throw and toss me around…"

"No…" Jumba said in a worried tone.

"Oh… are you the one that's going to give me weapons to defeat the evil pizza!? That must be the weapon…" Pleakley pointed to experiment 800.

"No…" Jumba cried with tears streaking down his face.

"Well, who are you and what are you doing here?" Pleakley questioned, but getting no response. "Aww… It's okay… I want you to know that I'm here for you…" Pleakley comforted. "Tell me what's wrong…"

"I can't…" Jumba choked as experiment 800 sat on his lap. "You wouldn't understand…"

"I'm the understander of all understanders… lay it on me baby…" Pleakley smiled taking a seat next to Jumba.

"Well…"

"Go on… you can say anything to me…"

"It all started on this planet named Turo…" Jumba began.

"Turo…" Pleakley repeated. "Is that close to milkshake falls? Contains all the turkeys?"

"No…" Jumba answered. "Turo is planet in outer space. Millions and millions of lightyears from where you're little mind is right now. I come from planet Kweltikwan and you come from planet Plogonar…"

"I do…?"

"Yes, you do…"

"Are we on Plogonar right now?"

"Nope – on friendly water planet called Earth…"

"Earth…" Pleakley repeated.

"I, Jumba Jookiba, am biogenetic, evil genius who created hundreds of experiments that you call little monsters… See, like experiment 800 here…"

"Doesn't look like a little monster to me…" Pleakley said petting experiment 800. "And what do I do?"

"You are Earth expert… love reading about their gossip, watching their shows, and shopping for their latest girly trends."

"Wow… that's fascinating… So how did you, so different from me, meet someone like yours truly?"

"That's a good one!" Jumba blushed. "One of my genetic experiments named 626, later named Stitch, escaped to Earth after being captured by Galactic Council on planet Turo. It was illegal to create such experiments, so I was put in prison. Gaw…! You, being the Earth expert, wanted to spare the planet, so me and you were paired to capture him…"

"Fascinating… Did we ever capture this thing called, did you say, Spinach?"

"Stitch… In end wouldn't really consider capturing… became an Earth ohana with him, little girl named Lilo, and bigger girl named Nani… me and you are ohana and best friends… and…."

"Ohana means…" Pleakley began as he thought deeply. Jumba tried to finish the family motto, but Pleakley shushed him. "Ohana means family?"

"Yes!" Jumba congratulated. "And…?!"

"And family means no one gets left behind or forgotten!" Pleakley exclaimed. "I can feel it! It's all coming back to me! Running through my veins!" But, followed was a serious pause. "So what happened to our ohana? Why are we here?"

"The truth is… you're in a coma… Me and experiment 800 are here to get your mind out of it and to be bringing you back to reality, not the reality you left though – quite treacherous actually. Don't think you would want to see it. I probably won't be able to see it, a matter of fact."

"Ohh… " There was a long moment of silence as Pleakley thought about Jumba's last comment. "Do you think I'm pretty Jumba?" Pleakley tried. He was looking lovingly into the larger alien's four eyes and Jumba was silent from Pleakley's overwhelming and sudden bluntness. "You know, not the pretty annoying or pretty ugly kind. Just pretty?" Emotions were flooding through both of them. But, that was only half as blunt as it was going to get. "Can I … I … k…kiss you?"

Wordless, Jumba nodded, which surprised Pleakley and Jumba himself. Jumba started to lean in.

"Wait… let me remember… black is soooo blasé…" Pleakley said as he put both his hands in a thinking position on his head. Deep down, he knew what he wanted, but he couldn't express it in his mind. Therefore, Jumba and Pleakley were cast through so many different sceneries, outfits, and songs to make anyone's head spin.

From Snow White and Sleeping Beauty bed scenes to Cinderella, Enchanted, and Beauty and the Beast dance scenes. Even a magic carpet ride and a trip to Neverland. To Tangled and Little Mermaid boat scenes to actually jumping out of the boat in Tarzan. Even some close call kiss scenes from Hercules, Mulan, and Pocahontas. Not a one kiss.

Finally, the two landed in a figment of Hawaii. They were sitting on the Pelekai hammock out in the front yard both wearing their very first Earth disguises. The sun was setting and experiment 800 was peering at them through some bushes. Pleakley was knotting his fingers together nervously as Jumba was looking at him in anticipation.

"Well…?" Jumba whispered breaking the silence. He actually kind of liked the workup to this climax; Pleakley was always so unique in his own little way. "Can I k…"

At that moment, Pleakley stealthily pecked Jumba on the cheek with his pinkish-red lips. That was it, but it left Jumba in a trance.

"Hello? Have you been sucked into a black hole?" Pleakley said as he waved his hand in front of Jumba's motionless face. Taking this as the rejection he so demised, the figment faded back to darkness. Pleakley then curled up into a ball and started crying. It was over. Pleakley was over.

Jumba sat in the darkness, though not noticing it, and gently patted his kiss mark. He looked at his hand of the smudged copy. Everything was finally making sense to him, falling into place – everything. Somehow, he thought if the world were to end now, he would be okay with it. But, a loud cry brought him back. In shock, Jumba sat down next to the figment of Pleakley and began stroking Pleakley's wig lovingly in comfort.

"Take that you salami sandwich! I'm not in the mood and never will be…!" Pleakley yelled instantaneously as he swatted his partner in crime. "J…J…Jumba…?!"

Despite the pain, Jumba answered with a sweet smile, which made Pleakley smile and drop his golf club into the darkness. Jumba scooped Pleakley into his arms and continued playing with the soft tufts of Pleakley's wig. It made Pleakley giggle, blush, and become lost in Jumba's gentle movements. Slowly, when Pleakley had his lone eye closed for a moment in pleasure, Jumba leaned in to give Pleakley a short, soft, wet kiss on the lips.

Pleakley gasped in surprise looking up at Jumba. They stared at each other millimeters apart. "Are you going to swat me now, like with Earth tennis racket or baseball bat? Or better – a javelin?" Jumba whispered playfully.

"No… why would I ever do that?" Pleakley giggled as he gave Jumba a needed hug and leaped in for another kiss – this one being fervently eternal.