THE PAST, PART TWO

The experiment had black fur, fur that was beautiful in the same way a thunderstorm was beautiful. In time, with a single magical moment of love, it would become a tone of grey that was slightly lighter than his son would have...but that was quite some time off. The experiment was wearing a blue, black and silver watch, a belt with a big silver buckle, and a mood necklace was stuffed inside the underwear beneath his pocket-less tie-dye pants. And he was not happy.

"My ex-wife is visiting." Jumba groaned as he tugged on his face, pulling it downwards. Lilo was now 17 and seeing a young Hawaiian boy with silken hair and a face that would make Adonis himself scream like a little girl and ask "Can I have your autograph, ohmygawwwwd!!". His name was Nicholas Hemolele, or, as a newcomer to the island called him sarcastically, "Mr. Perfect".

"I don't know why you hate him so much, ʻEle hiwa." Victoria asked the brown-haired, black-furred experiment that was sitting with them across from Jumba, Pleakley, Lilo and her boyfriend. Keoni, Victoria's beau, looked over at Nicholas from across and then back at ʻEle hiwa.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Keoni asked. "I can dig it, man. I know how you feel."

ʻEle hiwa "harrumphed". "Why would I be jealous of-of him?" He demanded to know. "I mean, all he has is that perfect hair and…and his perfect face and his fashion sense and he has his own CAR and he acts like SUCH a gentleman…and look at the way his hand is laying on her leg and she doesn't even notice it, why…oh WHY would I object to it?!" He muttered.

Keoni raised an eyebrow. "Tell the truth, haole."

"I'm NOT a haol-errrr! FINE! I admit it! I'm jealous!" ʻEle hiwa growled, tugging both his ears down. "Lilo doesn't deserve him! She deserves better than perfect!"

Keoni and Victoria looked at him. "Better than perfect?" They both asked.

The experiment groaned and covered his face with his clawed hands. "It sounded better in my head…what am I gonna do?!"

-Figures…one way or another she falls in love with a Nick…but…I wanted it to be me…- He thought to himself.

"What am I going to do?" Jumba asked. "Wife wants to get back together from what she told me! I do not know how to get her to leave…and she arrives on Valentine's Day!"

Pleakley patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry…something will come along."

"Bye Nick!" Lilo said, waving goodbye to Nicholas Hemolele, making ʻEle hiwa immediately look at her. She sighed as he walked off. "Valentine's Day is tomorrow…I still don't have a card for him! I wish my mom and dad were here, THEY'D know what to do…"

An opening. A BIG one.

ʻEle hiwa walked over to her, grinning. "I have a way to help…" He told her, then turned to Jumba. "A way to help the BOTH of you!"

"Why are you willing to help me?" Jumba asked. "You are not still mad I tried to dissect you?"

TWO DAYS AGO:

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!"

"COMING ON! LETTING JUMBA DISSECT YOU! IS FOR SCIENCE!"

"HEEEEELLLLLPPP MEEEEE!"

PRESENT:

"Mad? Naaah." The experiment said. "Anyhow, I'm pretty good at poetry…"

THE NEXT DAY…

"Okay, here you go." ʻEle hiwa said, handing Lilo a green card with a red heart on the front and Jumba a green card with a red heart on the front. "Good luck. Go get 'em, tigers!"

Jumba and Lilo nodded, then Lilo went into the kitchen with her card, giving it to Nicholas Hemolele. "I mean every word." She told him, looking nervously away from his charming face. It was unfortunate that she hadn't read it HERSELF though…

Nicholas read the poem in his head.

-Roses are red, violets are blue; if something smells bad then it has to be you.

Roses are red, emeralds are green; you must weigh more than a washing machine.

Roses are red, tomatoes are too; if I had one now I would throw it at you.

Rosres are red, like a fiery comet; your face would make even Quasimodo vomit.

Roses are red; daffodils gold; you might look better if you scraped off that mold.

Roses are red, looming huge to an ant; I hope that you drown in a waste treatment pla-

Inside the living room, Jumba's wife read her card out loud while Jumba sat next to Pleakley on the couch.

Your kisses sweet, like angel's song, I yearn to hold you all night long…

"Uh oh." Jumba realized.

"Baby, what the HELL!?" Nicholas shouted from the kitchen, tossing the card at Lilo.

ʻEle hiwa, far outside the house in the backyard, but still able to hear everything, was laughing so hard that he was on his back, covering his eyes with one hand whilst his legs wheeled around in the air. "Eh-heh-heh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa! Take THAT, Mr. Perfect!"

"I THOUGHT you weren't mad." Keoni said, looking down at the experiment, arms folded across his chest.

"I wasn't in an angry mood, I was in a "naughty" mood!" The newcomer corrected Keoni. "Big difference, my friend…big difference."

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…Nani had her hand covering her eyes. "What…is going on?" She asked.

Lilo and Stitch were standing by a fire hydrant, whilst ʻEle hiwa had a hose strapped to his back, the enormous nozzle pointed downwards. He was attempting to jump over Jumba's hovercar. Jumba sat in the car, looking at Pleakley and grinning.

"Try as I might, am not finding flaw in plan." He admitted. Pleakley gulped, then went back to his newspaper article. It said they were making an adaptation of the Lilo and Stitch story, but that it would be in Japan. He frowned at this…

A fairly large crowd had gathered to watch the spectacle that was taking place in the road. David raised his hand. "Now guys, hold on…"

"For many years it has been mankind's dream to fly upon a bicycle!" ʻEle hiwa said atop his bike. "Now I will complete that dream today! Stitch, my good buddy…go ahead."

Stitch nodded and using his strength turned the handle at the top of the hydrant. "Behold!" He shouted in his broken English accent.

WA-WOOOOOSH!

The hose quickly pumped up to maximum capacity, turning from a limp rag to a rubber anaconda in a few seconds, and the water sprayed out of the nozzle…

Sending ʻEle hiwa flying off the bike and onto the ground. "TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OOOOFFF!" He howled.

Stitch looked down. He'd broken the top off of the hydrant. "Uh oh." He squeaked out.

"Well that's not good." Lilo remarked.

Everyone stepped back or ran as ʻEle hiwa went spiraling around the street, wailing and crying. "AAAA! HEEEEEELLLLP MEEEEEEE!"

Jumba's wife, who had been in a café nearby, came out with a coffee in hand. "What is happening here? What are you doing, boy?!" She demanded to know.

Then the experiment tried to steady himself by slamming his claws into the ground. It worked…but the nozzle now pointed at Jumba's wife, who was sent flying through the window of the café with a cry and a loud CRASH, with glass falling down in "tinkle-tinkles".

"Like I said…cannot find flaw in plan." Jumba laughed.

"Heeeeelllpp meeeee…" ʻEle hiwa sobbed as his pants were blown off, showing him in tighty-whities. "Help! I need somebody! Help! Not just anybody! Help! You know I need someone…HEEEELLLLPPP!"

"Not what we were expecting, but…I'd call that a prank well done." Lilo whispered to Stitch, who high-fived her. She smiled…then sighed again. She wished her mom and dad could see it…they would have found this funny too.

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..."Stitch, honey, you should get some sleep. Is something bothering you?"

"...the past..." Stitch said before his furry head hit his pillow. The past.