A/N sorry I didn't get to update last weekend! I've been banned from even typing during the week (no net, I can handle. Is this really necessary?). But, midterms are soon and I've been working really hard so hopefully I can get back on after school. Well, thanks to everyone who reviewed! But some bad news."Partners In Crime" may be canceled. But that's mainly because of writer's block and I'm planning a prequel after I finish this story. It'll probably focus on Peka, Owen, and Twyla before they met Stitch. But then again it may end up as three prequels. I really don't know. Has anyone else gotten the "Island Favorites" cd? It's great, especially "We Make a Rainbow" with the Kamehameha choir from the movie's two songs. Well, I guess that's it.

"Those two can be so immature sometimes." Peka sighed, digging through the refrigerator like a starved dog. "Owen must be rubbing off on me. All I can think about is food!" she happily opened a can of icing and sniffed it. Strawberry.That would work. She groped around to find something else, but gave up after encountering sticky goo and fuzzy pizza. With yet another sigh she settled on the counter and leaned against the refrigerator. Her ears turned toward the whispered coming from the hall as she dipped her paws into the icing.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know. I can't see thing."

"Do you think she's killed him yet?" Owen's voice was slightly anxious.

"Definitely not. Stitch can defend hold his own."

"Hey, Doc.do you think they're gonna.you know."

"OWEN!" Peka giggled at Stitch's roar and the sound of a slamming door smacking something. Owen slumped into the room rubbing his head and joined her on the counter, followed by Jumba who immediately snatched the icing and kept it for himself.

"Eat something healthy, Peka." She gaped indignantly for a moment before deciding to drop the matter.

"Trouble in the spy business, boys?" she asked sweetly.

"You heard, eh?"

"Of course." Owen reached out and got some icing for himself. He tried to talk through his paw shoved in his mouth.

"What were you going to say, Doc? Before Stitch came in I mean." It actually came out as. "Mmmm mmmm mmm mmmmm mm mmm, Mmm? Mmmmmm Mmmmmm mmmm mm, M mmmm." Jumba interpreted it easily.

"Ah, yes. Peka I have found answer to why you are here."

"Already? But you haven't even tested me!" she exclaimed.

("Yeah, weird." Owen muttered. "One chapter we're marveling at the fact that you're alive. The next we're finding out. I think Took's on crack.")

"Do you remember, Peka, when you were created?" Peka thought hard for a moment.

"Kind of. There weren't any other experiments."

"Oh boy! Another science talk!" Owen squealed girlishly. They just ignored him.

"Right, and I didn't create any more for quite awhile."

"Why?" Peka inquired. "I always heard you were obsessed."

"I was." Jumba sighed, just a little shamefully. "But for time being you were enough. I was happy with companion."

"That's fine, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Give me chance! Like I've said, you didn't seem to have any destructive capabilities (which is all I was interested in). I just never considered what you might call, capabilities. You see, little one, you are the reason that you and Pish survived that explosion."

"I-I don't understand." Peka snuggled up to Owen for no particular reason other than being confused.

"I didn't expect you to. You see, you have strange ability to protect yourself from harm, but not entirely. You can also do this for others, somewhat better than for yourself."

"Then why are we just now figuring it out?" Peka asked as Owen slid off the table and headed back to the hall.

"Sorry." Owen grinned sheepishly.

"You can't do it at will. Only in times of great fear or determination."

"Oh that's great. I wish I could have done this before." Jumba laid a massive hand on her head, knowing the thoughts in her mind.

"Maybe it's happened more than you think." He stretched his massive arms and glanced out the window. "Is getting late. I wonder where everyone is?"

"Well, Nani and David took Lilo out to the beach. Guess they wanted to get away in case a fight broke out. Pleakley I haven't seen. Pish was on the phone.again."

"Oh. How do you know all that?" Jumba asked. Peka just shrugged.

"I'm more observant than everyone else, I guess."

"Hey, Doc!" they turned to see Owen crouched outside the door where Stitch was holed up with Twyla. He looked extremely worried. "I think you should hear this."

"Okay, I'm telling you this now. Never call me Twyla in front of the others." Twyla growled. Stitch just stared at her.

"Okay.but I don't see why."

"It just feels weird, that's all." Stitch smiled and shrugged.

"Sure thing. You know-" he stopped abruptly as his ears picked up a movement behind the door. "You want to keep this between us, right?"

"Right."

"Owen's outside listening. He's only been there for a few seconds so he hasn't heard much." Twyla glanced to the door and grinned impishly.

"Then let's give him something to listen to." She hissed and crept towards the door. Stitch followed immediately, liking Twyla more than ever, finding an apparently mischievous side.

"What are we doing?" Stitch asked. Twyla just shushed him and raised her voice considerably.

"You know, Stitch." (Owen was quite gullible) "I think Owen has been getting too nosy lately."

"Yeah," Stitch chimed in, picking up the game immediately. "He knows too much."

"He'll have to be taken care of. I'm thinking an untraceable poison." They stopped to listen to Owen's reaction. Stitch could nearly hear him panicking.

"Hey, Doc. I think you should hear this."

"That's our cue." Twyla nodded. Stitch grabbed the door and pulled (a little too hard, it popped from the frame) and Twyla bolted out, tackling Owen and snarling threateningly.

"Why were you eavesdropping? Does the word PRRIVACY mean anything to you?" she pulled his arm and twisted it behind his back.

"Nope. Noth-DON"T HURT ME! Please, I have a family to fend for!" he howled. Twyla really seemed to be enjoying herself.

"No you don't." Twyla sneered, pulling on his arm even more.

"Actually, yes he does." Twyla dropped Owen in surprise as everyone (including Stitch. Who was trying to fix the door) stared at Jumba.

"What?" Peka asked faintly. Jumba looked around in disbelief.

"You didn't know?" he turned to Peka. "You're having children, Peka."

"Plural?" Owen squeaked. Jumba shrugged.

"Who knows? I thought it was obvious. She's suddenly gaining weight.look how she eats. She's starting to act like you, Owen."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm pregnant?" Owen climbed to his feet and went to Peka's side. He took her hand thoughtfully for a moment. "Then that means I'm.I've gotta tell Istari!" he joyously ran for the door, knocking over a chair as he went.

"I half-expected him to pass out." Stitch mused, watching from behind Twyla. Jumba began to laugh.

"When he fully realizes what's going on.he will."

A/N I'm in a rotten mood. I stayed home from school today. Ended up getting x-rays for pneumonia. I feel like crap. By the way, Lilo and Stitch is coming out in.12 days! (I'm one of those people who count down the days) which means I'll be 16 and getting my permit in 23 days! You didn't need to know that but I thought I'd say it anyway. I guess that's it. In case I don't get on again soon, happy Thanksgiving, people! Aloha!