I myself cannot even begin to comprehend how late this is. It's uber late. I am utterly swamped with stuff right now, so I am working myself into a frenzy! HahaHA! Don't expect anything else for a while; hopefully this will whet your appetite for the moment.

A loud banging awakened 625 from his restless slumber. Glancing at the clock (2:07 am), he rose and shuffled to the front of the ship. The banging had stopped, but there were now red and blue lights reflecting off of the polished floor. He recognized those lights. Rushing to open the door, he saw a very welcome sight, in spite of the hour. Though breathless and sleepy, Groovy had enough energy to pounce on 625, as he had done to her long ago. Aroused by all of the commotion, a half-asleep Gantu stumbled into the room.

"Guess who's back?" shouted 625, dead set on preparing a plate of victory sandwiches.

"Oh... hi," Gantu yawned. "I'm going back to bed."

"Suit yourself." Groovy, too, was yawning.

"Boy," she murmured, "have I got a story for you."

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Lilo sat up from the couch, in an odd mood. Subtle things that Groovy had said the night before were slowly creeping into her mind, ignored earlier due to the excitement. For instance, she had whispered "They were right!" Who were "they"? Why did she think that she already knew where she belonged? She turned to wake Stitch, only to find that he had already gone. He reappeared moments later, grumbling angrily. Lilo soon figured out why. Taking the elevator up to her room, she saw the hole in the window and the ripped up screen.

"No," she whispered. "She's gone!"

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Groovy approached 625 later in the day, looking a little nervous.

"625?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Have the other experiments been activated?"

"A lot of them."

"Where are they now?"

"With the little girl, I suppose."

"What does she do with them? 625 stopped a moment and scratched his head.

"I think she says that she finds the one true place they belong or something like that. Why?"

"She gave me a name."

"What?"

"She named me Groovy and she told me that my one true place was at something called a luau. As stage lights."

"Don't you like it here?"

"YES! Oh, wow, yes. But... what if she's right? What if she knows where I belong?"

"Well," replied 625, heading to the door, "we're going to find out. We've got a little girl to see."

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There was a knock at the front door. Nani went to answer it. Sitting on the step were two smallish genetic experiments.

"Lilo, it's for you!" A dejected Lilo plodded into the room only to see the experiment that had just escaped right before her eyes!

"Thanks, Nani!" she called behind her as she walked the pair to her room. Stitch, who had been pouty a second before, immediately reared up when he saw 625 and Groovy, but Lilo assured him it was fine.

"So... what are you guys here for?" she asked, sitting down on her bed.

"We have some questions for you," declared 625, Groovy nodding in agreement. "Well, she does, anyway."

"Mmkay, shoot."

"First of all," said Groovy shakily, "what do you mean by 'one true place'?"

"It's the place where a person belongs, where they're happy."

"How do you know where I, or anyone else, am happy?"

"I just do. I can't explain it, it just happens."

"Are the other experiments that you've placed happy?"

"As far as I know, yes. They love their new homes." Groovy turned to 625.

"I've made my decision."

"You sure?"

"Positive. Take care of Fishsticks for me, okay?" 625 struck a mock salute.

"Okay," she turned to Lilo. "I have only one more question for you. Where is this luau?"

Lilo smiled.

At last! Sweet freedom!

Also, a brief note on Mary Sues and One True Pairings, with special guests, Rat and Goat:

Rat: I have a truism to declare.

Goat: Oh, great.

Rat: No man is friends with a woman unless he is going to hook up with her. There are no exceptions to this rule.

Goat: Are you done?

Rat: No. I have another truism to declare. Any woman that thinks the guy she's friends with is somehow an exception to the rule, she is wrong.

Goat: Alright, that's it...Listen, Rat... Just because little old you has trouble making friends with women doesn't mean other guys can't be friends with women. I'll grant you that there may not be a lot of them, but believe me, there are some unique men out there who legitimately like having platonic friendships with women.

Rat: Alright... I shall make an exception for them.

Goat: You will?

Rat: Yes... Enuch men are an execption.

Goat: Never mind.

Rat: Those poor, poor eunuch men.

True dat.