A/N okay.minor change of plans. I had thought about ending this and going with another sequel, but then I decided that that would be quite cruel of me and will be writing a prequel like I had originally planned. I'll stop boring you now.

Stitch barely slept that night. He couldn't stop thinking about what Owen had said. Maybe Twyla would change her mind.but how? He thought on this long after the others came to bed and Owen's snores lulled him to sleep.

"Stitch?" it was Lilo. She shook his shoulders gently. "Come on, let's play!" Stitch slowly lifted his head and looked around him. Lilo waited impatiently, Scrump in hand. "Why are you so slow?"

"Lilo.I don't have time right now. I have to-" Stitch was halfway to the door when she interrupted him.

"Istari and the others have already left. You slept through it." He rounded on her.

"What? Lilo, why didn't any one wake me up?"

"We tried," she shrugged. "But Pish wouldn't wait any longer. He told Twyla that you must not care very much."

"B-but." Stitch stuttered. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He narrowed his eyes at Lilo. She narrowed her eyes right back. Suddenly she leapt forward and slapped him.

"Wake up!"

Stitch's eyes snapped open to see Owen leaning over him, smacking him urgently. "Man, I thought I'd never get you up! You'd better hurry, I think they've already left." Stitch leapt up and bolted down the stairs. He skidded out the kitchen door only to find them already gone."It hasn't been too long, I think." Owen puffed behind him. Stitch stared out the kitchen door numbly. "If you run, maybe you can catch them!" Owen shoved half a sandwich (A/N where he pulls 'em from, I don't know) and shoved him outside. Watching Stitch bolt away through the yard he sighed. "God-speed, man."

"I can't believe you! Why didn't you bring Stitch? He told me he was coming!" Istari snarled at Pish. They were on a small, private plane that was supposed to be heading to Oahu, but they had paid quite a bit to go straight to the mainland. It was obviously not going to be a fun trip.

"Don't get mad at me!" Pish pulled his hat lower over his eyes (he and Jumba had donned tourist gear.or at least Jumba had. Pish looked more like a detective from a cheesy movie).

"Pish I can't believe you would do this to 593. You didn't even let her say goodbye to Stitch and the others!" Istari hissed, growing closer to decapitating Pish every second. Twyla's ears shifting slightly where she was curled up in a seat next to Jumba. Jumba caught the slight movement and cleared his throat.

"I still say we should have taken my ship. Could have been there by now." Pish and Istari let the subject drop.

"Jumba, if you had flown us, we'd have gotten lost over the Pacific by now." Istari teased, sitting next to her former colleague. She looked around his bulk to Twyla. "Are you okay?"

"Would you be okay in a situation like this?"

"How could I let this happen? I should have kept her away from Pish. I don't think the guy means any harm, but still." Stitch ran desperately through Hanalei, looking for them. He didn't know if there were any islanders with planes or not. He wrinkled his nose a little to tell how far it was.Hanapepe. There was no way he could get there in time just by running.

"Jumba?" Twyla lifted her head to her creator sadly. "Why do you think Stitch said no? I can't think of anything." Jumba sighed and stroked her head reassuringly.

"Maybe.he didn't think could say goodbye."

"What do you mean?"

"Well.you want him here now, but when time comes would you want to say goodbye? Knowing you may never see each other again?" Twyla's ears flattened against her head.

"Good point." she sniffled a little and settled down again, not bothering to act tough. Jumba continued to watch her.

"Who knows, maybe that thing called miracle will happen and he'll be here before we leave."

"Doubt it." Twyla muttered bitterly. "You know.I hope three of the planes engines burn out and we crash into a hillside in a giant fireball of death and everybody dies. Or maybe just Pish, yeah. I hope he gets sucked out a window and chopped up by the wings and then he slowly bleeds to death." Jumba and Istari stared at her.

"She's very creative, isn't she?"

Stitch pushed furiously, ignoring the shouts of the guy whose scooter he had stolen (traded Owen's sandwich for, really). He was losing hope by the minute, but there was still a glimmer.

'Stitch, if you don't show up I'm going to take you apart and make you less cute and fluffy.' Jumba thought as he stared out the window. He could easily feel the plane's engines starting through his seat. 'You can stop them, just make it.'

A/N sorry about not updating for so long! And sorry and how it suddenly cuts off, it'll continue soon since I'm on Christmas break. Okay, it's time to squeal.I LOVE MY LIFE! CHRISTMAS MEAN MORE LILO AND STITCH STUFF (I hope) AND I'M GETTING MY PERMIT SOON AND THE TWO TOWERS CAME OUT TODAY! BOOYAKAAA! Anyway, Mahalo plenty to my reviewers and all my other friends! Aloha for now!