Sleep Talking
Part Two! : Jumba's Slumberland
Written by: Cartman's Girl

Notes: Well I decided to at least write what the hell Jumba was dreaming of. Mwa-ha…

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Jumba finally let his eyes shut close, it had been a very long and tedious day for him. Chasing after 626 was not an easy task, him being an indestructible creation and so smart made the job 1,000 times more difficult. Also because of the human family 626 had been adopted into. He frowned in his sleep, that cursed little girl and her older sister.

If they would leave 626 alone long enough, he might be able to have blasted him with his plasma cannon. Course, if Pleakley hadn't been around he probably would have had the scoundrel by now and on his way back to the Galactic Council. Hrm, Pleakley. Why'd he have to get stuck with that shrimp anyway?

Yes he meant well by trying to protect the endangered mosquito population, but it seemed he had fed more then a half of them that night. He grinned at that, remembering Pleakley cry out in pain as the bugs sucked his blood. He chuckled to himself. Now his associate was covered in sores.

Jumba sighed to himself, how much longer would they have to be on this planet? He didn't know. Nor did he care. Some of the women on the island were pretty good looking, he had to admit. Rolling onto his side, he smiled to himself. His dream was coming onto focus. And for once, it wasn't in a laboratory either.

He was on the beach, sunbathing in swimming trunks and catching some sun with a visor. The large alien stretched and yawned, and set it to the side. Suddenly, out of nowhere music began to play. He blinked an eye open. Sitting up, he saw what was causing the music.

A very beautiful female, of his species. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Yup, she was there. Short black hair covering her head, blue eyes and wearing a dark blue dress. Jumba felt his hearts race. Yes, hearts. His species had two. Hey, no creature that size could function on just one.

Quickly he got to his feet, tripping out of his deck chair. The music seemed to reach a climax, and the two began the classic running into each other's arms scene.

"Tell me I'm beautiful!" she called out before they met,

"Yes, you're beautiful! Yes you are!" Jumba cried back. Eventually the two hugged the other happily, and he caressed her long flowing hair. He held the female in his arms, and she stroked one of his ears. Chills ran down his spine.

"I've searched for you for so long!" she said, sounding slightly upset. Jumba continued to stroke the back of her head.

"Shh my darlink," he soothed gently, and soon the two ended up on the sand together. Jumba on his back, and the female on top of him. "It's all right." Jumba added. Oh he was happy, he hadn't been this happy for years. Failure after failure had broken down his happiness, and at least having a being of his species near him made his hearts sore.

Maybe he could be this happy, since he had a feeling this was a dream, but a beautiful dream non-the-less. One day, Jumba thought to himself, I will be happy. I'll find something that will bring back the light of happiness.

He only hoped it would be soon.

[The End! Gee, I wonder why the female was wearing what Pleakley wore… hmmm!]