A/N This findin' time to write thing just keeps getting' harder and harder! Took wants me to tell y'all first thing that neither of us will be writing tomorrow. The band is going to a rival school for a game and she's draggin' me along for "protection". She says that if anyone bothers her she'll just throw me at them. Man, that makes me feel really special. And their teacher warned them not to go to the other school's side of the field for fear of their life. Isn't Kentucky welcomin'?

Well, sorry if this chapter isn't all that great. Someone ate all the bread and frosting before we could get to it this morning. What was that word.oh yeah! Mahalo to Took's friends and stuff (shame on you guys for bein' inactive in your updating. Unless you've got a good excuse, of course).

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Bein' packed around some weird factory with a hand jammed over your mouth and people giving you funny looks like you're floating around in midair isn't all that great. Unfortunately that's what was happening to me. This guy, Randall, seemed determined to make me throw up on him. Eventually we turned into a dead end. Randall kept mutterin' to himself and poking me thoughtfully. This made me wish I was throwing up.

"Let's see if it's still here." we passed several carts of yellow canisters and came to a bunch of tools hanging on the wall. He flipped one with his tail and pushed me through a sudden opening in the wall. Following behind, he began pushing me down a long tunnel. Quite honestly I felt like I was in some cheap horror movie. I half expected some guy dressed in a robe and plastic mask to jump out at me. It took me a few minutes to realize that the idiot Randall was prattling on about something.

"Now, I need to get information and you're going to help me get it. Can you blend or anything?"

"What?"

"Nevermind, we'll sign you up as an assistant. Now, I need to know the usual haunts, current address, those kinds of things. The guy you're on the look out for is James P. Sullivan. Most of the deadbeats around here call him Sully." I dug my claws into the floor to stop our progress (yep, that's me ole iron-toes) and turned to look at him in what I hoped was an intimidating way.

"Why do you need to know all these things?" Randall just kinda stared at me for a second. I could see the effort to think here. Pathetic.

"The guy owes me money?"

"So you're goin' to stalk him?"

"No.I just thought that maybe if I caught him off guard then I'd have a better chance of getting it. We don't get along very well." Randall shrugged as if this was extremely normal for him. I thought for a minute.what about? A lot of things. Sandwiches, whether he was telling the truth, Peka.you know. He seemed to mean what he was saying and he seemed like an okay guy too. Just one thing left to clear up.

"If you're nice and innocent, why did you pretty much kidnap me?" the guy didn't miss anything. He didn't even think this time.

"I panicked. I tend to do it quite often actually. Bad nerves, you see."

"Oh.okay. I'll do this assistant thing or whatever." Now I'll admit that I can be thick sometimes, but this wasn't necessarily me at my thickest.yet. "Just what will I be doing?"

"Operating a door station."

"Door?"

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"Anyone find anything?" Stitch asked wearily as he emerged from the trees to find the others (now including Nani, Jumba, and Pleakley) assembled near the porch.

"No sign of Owen. What do you think happened to him?" Nani leaned against the steps with Pleakley, who was snoring softly.

"I already told you, he went through the closet."

"Peka, we already looked there. Besides, why would he be in a closet?" 593 shrugged.

"He's not in it, he went through it, don't you guys get it?" Peka fell silent as her family gave her looks that said one thing.no more caffeine for you. Nani opened her mouth to speak.

"Jeez, what is it with these people! First they won't wake up, now they're not here, next thing you know they'll be coming in to collect laughs from us!" everyone's eyes flew to the open window of Lilo's bedroom. In a flash they were into the house headings towards the unknown voice.

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A/N like I said, sorry if it ain't up to par. I'm extremely tired and if I'm gonna keep Took awake tomorrow night as the Boyd County gang are bombarded with insults from Ashland, then I want her to get as much sleep as possible. Time to argue about who gets which spot in the bed again (I gotta compete with Stitch and Took's dog). Thanks for reading everyone and I hope that I'm being a good author. Took says she thinks I'm better than she is, but most likely she's trying to make me feel good about myself, and who couldn't love me? I may be chubby, but that's just more Owen to go around! Aloha! ^^___^^