OCC: After a very long delay, here is the continuation of the exploits of Max Sterling, web reporter seeking an interview with Lilo and Stitch. I really don't know why I've came back to it or it will be as good. I just reread the old parts and dicided that it needed to be tied up once and for all.

IC: I will never cease to be amazed by the compatibilities of the Hawaiian car rental. Even in the contract it said it covered 'booby-traps' that destroyed the car. Despite this, I still felt quiet embarrassed to have went through four cars in four days.

This time, I was pulling out all the stops in my rental choices, which is the reason that I rode down the road in a bright red Viper convertible, top down, attired in sunglasses and Hawaiian shirt.

Dude, if I was going to get this interview and keep the car intact, I was going to do it in style.

Once again I drove up the drive of the innocent looking and vibrantly colored house, my mind taking in the scene. Seeing this scene of this house, almost hidden in the tropical trees and flowers blooming everywhere around it, I felt a tinge of regret that this would be my last trip to this house if I got the interview.

I reevaluated that last thought, could it be possible that I had enjoyed my trips to this house despite the high-jinx that leapt on me here?

Something didn't strike me as right as I looked up at the house, something was amiss, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. The woods around were quiet, too quiet, yet I decided to ignore it.

I got out of the car and literally jumped up the steps, two at a time. Just before I rang the doorbell, I paused, then knocked on the door in two quick pounds. Afterwards, I jumped out of the way of the door in case any reciprocals flew out.

A long minute I waited for a response.

Nothing, no footsteps within, no movement within the house period.

I knocked again, a little less cautious.

Still no one.

Mmm...they musta went somewhere, I muttered under my breath. The interview would have to wait another day.

I sighed as I stepped down the steps to the convertible, thinking this over and realizing something. I would be leaving this place with no occurrences of pain or destroying of my rental. I had to smile at that. I could take the car and go on a nice long drive along the coast and enjoy the beaches and see the sights this afternoon. The imagery of this overtook me and I practically floated to the car, until I opened the door and a voice interrupted my daydream.

"Who are you?"

The voice put a shot into my spine like a harpoon and I carefully turned around and saw...two very large grayfeet.

The feet were connected to thick gray legs, to a black suited body, to a head that towered above me and gave a cold, biting stare with blue eyes. I really didn't know what the heck it was. My mind was clanking about in failing motions for an answer.

Oddly enough, one came to me.

"Gantu?"

"Who are you?" he asked again.

I then saw the gun, it clicked.

Let's face it, my nerve snapped and I freaked out of my wits. When a gun that's bigger than youand held by a creature that may or may not be mentally unstable and could be on a revenge rampage, isaiming right you, you panic and run.

I did just that, away, into the woods.