I' have a sudden urge to say that none of this (aside from Groovy, of course) belongs to me. It belongs to Disney.

Night was settling over the Hawaiian Islands. Moonbeams fell upon drops of water, turning them into sparkling diamonds. Bats were catching their first of the night over head. All was calm. All was peaceful. Well, almost. 625 was looking out of one of the front windows of the sip, scanning the darkness for the soft glow of that usually indicated 471's presence.

"I still don't see why you're so worried about that experiment," said Gantu, obviously not caring. "She probably got lost."

"I don't know… She's been gone an awfully long time."

"It's nothing."

"I bet the little girl got her."

"How could she? She didn't even know."

"I know, but I've just got a feeling."

"I still don't see why you care so much."

"Hey," 625 turned from the window to give Gantu an angry glare. "It's called friendship. I know you probably never experienced it, but it's about caring about other people and not giving up on them." He stopped short. He had just described the little girl's "ohana".

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The little girl in question was currently wondering what to do with the still unconscious experiment she had flopped on her bed.

"We have to give her a name," said Lilo, looking closely at the patches of blue, pink, green, and orange on 471's fur.

"Ih," agreed Stitch, also looking at the colors.

"She looks like something out of the seventies. Or maybe in a disco." Lilo suddenly jumped up with a cry of "I've got it!"

"Shhh," hissed Stitch, pointing to 471. The experiment was rolling in her sleep, muttering something.

"Oh, sorry. But, I was thinking, we could name her Groovy! Just like they used to say when something was cool! It's perfect. Now we just have to find her one true place..."

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471 was having a nightmare. In her dream she was walking through the forest. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and she was surrounded by little black-haired girls and four-armed blue experiments. They all dived on her, pulling and pushing her until she gasped for air. She could feel herself falling… falling through darkness. There beneath her was earth studded with sharp rocks. She slammed into the ground, only to wake up and find herself in a room that she had never seen before, the people that she had just seen in her nightmare hovering over her. She once again lit up so brightly that Lilo and Stitch both had to cover their eyes.

"They were right!" she whispered, springing up from the bed. She fell right over again, dizzy from getting up too fast.

"There, there," comforted Lilo, setting 471 upright. "It's okay."

"It's not okay!" shouted 471, bathing the walls with a harsh red light radiating form her cheeks.

"If it helps any, I'm Lilo, and this is Stitch. We're going to turn you from bad to good and find the one true place you belong."

" I already know where I belong," replied 471 stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"We've also got a name for you," continued Lilo, ignoring 471's protests. "We're going to name you-"

"Groovy!" interrupted Stitch.

471 actually thought that the name didn't sound half bad. In fact, she sort of liked it. She wasn't about to tell Lilo that, however.

"It's an awful name," she sniffed sticking her nose in the air.

"It's your name now, so you have to like it," persisted Lilo, losing her patience. Then she had a thought.

"Groovy," she asked, "can you shine lights from your fingertips?"

"Sure I can," replied Groovy, slightly taken aback. She proceeded to demonstrate by shining rainbow colored lights on the floor.

"I've got it!" Lilo shouted again. "Your one true place is the restaurant where Nani used to work! They've been having trouble with the stage lights there." She seemed on the verge of rushing there right now. Groovy didn't think that that sounded so bad, either. Fun, even. But once again her pride refused to let Lilo win.

"That sounds worse than my name," she said. Stitch growled at her, but Lilo was too excited to be upset by the Groovy's rebelliousness.

"We'll sleep downstairs," she sang, motioning for Stitch to follow her. "Have a nice night!"

Groovy had no intention of "having a nice night. The only thing on her mind was escape. While Lilo had been jabbering on about her one true place and all that, Groovy had been planning an elaborate escape plan. Padding over to the door she jiggled the handle hopefully. No dice. There went plan A. Returning to the window, she pressed her nose to the glass, looking for any sign of her home, but it was hopeless in the dark. Unless she came up with another plan, she'd never get out of here. She glanced down to see that, in her depression, her claws had retracted. Pushing them out slowly, she smiled to see them slice right through the glass. Plan B was definitely going to work.

Oof, that chapter took longer than I thought. Sorry for the delay. I haven't had any free time until today.

P.S: Sorry if anything doesn't make sense. It might have been that I was multitasking and watching 630Kila videos while I was typing. Good old randomness.