The girls did indeed get to work. Overnight, dozens of experiments were already unleashed on the city. Old Jumba would have loved the terror and destruction to the peaceful city. New Jumba wanted Future Evil Genius to be okay, and for experiments to be safe.

It's a scary feeling. To have his mind changed like that, for a new focus to have all his attention. For years, all he thought about was his experiments.

He tightened up the last bolt on the device. It's no experiment or anything like that, it's just a normal computer. Still. It should serve just as well. He wished it could turn evil and rise up to fight the city, but knew it never would.

A knock at his door. Jumba turned. Nani stood in the doorframe. "Hey Jumba."

Jumba immediately panicked. He quickly hid the horror movies he and Mahina planned to watch on her Gotcha Day. "Nani! Hello! What- what brings you by?"

Nani raised her eyebrow at his behavior. She shrugged it off, coming up by his desk. "Bubbles sent these over." She handed him a sheet of paper. "We need to sign them."

Jumba picked up the paper. He couldn't fully understand the English language. Their letters looked so loopy and silly, compared to the harsh and well cut letters of the universal language. "You are asking me to read this?"

Nani grabbed a pen off his desk. "It's a waiver. The Grand Councilwoman charged them with collecting experiments, which is fine for outer space, but it's harder down here on Earth. As Lilo and Mahina's legal guardians, we are responsible for their safety. This waiver means we understand the danger they are in, and won't blame the government if they get hurt."

"Oh. Is no worry!" Jumba dismissed the concerns. "Future evil genius and little Earth girl are both very safe. No need for waivers!"

"No, you can't do that." Nani replied with the air of exhaustion. She was really tired of trying to explain Earth things to aliens that either dismissed them or constantly misunderstood them. "You need to sign it, or the girls won't be able to save the experiments. As much as I'd love that, Lilo and Mahina will never forgive us. So just sign the thing."

Jumba picked up the pen. He stared at the paper.

"I still say they are safe." Jumba argued. He handed the paper back. He went back to his invention. "Children on my planet work when they are much shorter than girls. The whole galaxy lets them work when they can!"

Nani checked it. Yep, he'd written it in the alien language again. It's fine. Bubbles accepted it either way. It's a pain the human teachers wouldn't.

The device in front of Jumba beeped. Nani nodded at it. "What was that?"

"Ehhh- nothing." Jumba lied.

Nani was grateful he never learned how to lie. She frowned at him, glaring as seriously as she could.

"It's just computer." Jumba replied. "You know computer, yeah? It's nothing. Go away."

The computer tinged. Nani looked down at it.

"Warning. Experiment 390 activated. Primary function: slime."

Nani leaned closer.

Jumba began to sweat. He nervously shifted in the desk chair. "Uhh- it's music?"

"You built a computer to monitor the experiments?" Nani countered. "I knew it! You are worried!"

"No, not worried." Jumba stood up from the desk. Nani stepped back. Jumba blocked the table with his body. "I am just- searching for my experiments! They were mine to start! I am their creator, so I need to know which ones are active!"

Nani didn't believe him. She's willing to let him delude himself, if it helped keep the girls safe. "Okay. I'll leave you to it."

Jumba waited until she was gone. He relaxed against the desk, going back to the computer to read the report. He remembered 390. The experiment created a slime trail to capture his prey. He briefly wondered if Mahina would get any in her hair- she hated that.

==M!TF==

Jumba knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Mahina called.

He pushed open the door. Mahina sat at her desk, scribbling away on her leather journal.

"Hello, future evil genius!" Jumba greeted, loudly stomping through her room to reach her desk. "How was evil experiment retrieving?"

"Fine." Mahina replied. She paused in her scribbling, glancing at the top of her journal. She sat up straight. "We were able to retrieve and re-home twenty experiments from the initial first wave of activations. Three escaped, and I'm concerned about the lack of activity. There's a chance Gantu has started collecting them." She turned to Jumba. "Do you know how many experiments he can hold in his ship?"

"I don't know." Jumba admitted. "But, he ended up with containment for experiments. He would not need many cells."

Mahina grimaced, shaking her head. "No, I doubt Gantu knows how to do that. We were in containers on Hämsterviel's ship." She turned back to her journal. "It's fine. Lilo can tell you where we sent the experiments, I need to finish this."

Jumba could indeed have asked Lilo. "Why ask the little girl? I already know which ones. 202, 529, 455, 489, 390." Jumba chuckled. "Ahh, 390. That was a good time. I built him to completely cover ground in snotty goop."

Mahina hummed. "Yeah. Okay." She put down the pen. "How did you know all that?"

Jumba inwardly cursed. He meant to keep it a secret. "Uhhh- Nani?"

Mahina kept a nonchalant face. "Cool, good." She closed her journal. Standing up, she grabbed thumb tacks and string. "Got any advice for tracking them down?"

"My computer." Jumba replied. He clamped his mouth shut. "I mean- I have no idea."

"Uh-huh. Hey, what color is the sky?" Mahina asked.

Jumba paused. He glanced out her window. "Blue?"

"Cool. What's 356 times 2576?"

"917056." Jumba answered.

"Great. What'd you get a computer for?"

"Helping you track experiments." Jumba winced. "What was that?!"

Mahina whirled around in her chair. She clicked her pen, twirling it between her fingers. "You built a computer for that? Why?"

"Because you needed one?" Jumba replied. "Experiment containment is with Gantu. You don't have a way to track. I give you way to track!" Mahina continued to frown. "It also tells you about my evil experiments! I make many bad ones. There is-"

"1-100 were the test batch. 101-199 are civic disturbances. 200-299 are tech, 300-399 are psychological." Mahina recited. Jumba gawked at her, wide eyed. "400-499 are what you would describe as military types. I only met a few 500's today, but they're the environmental manipulation ones. As for 600-626, they are your doomsdays. Your elites, your perfect creation. The most evil ones, that probably led to your arrest last year."

"...how did you know all of that?"

"I was left alone in a box with just the experiment container." Mahina answered. "For a long time. I had nothing to do but study your work."

Jumba stood beside the desk. "How long were you in crate?"

Mahina shrugged. "An hour? Maybe two? I don't know."

Two hours. He locked her in that box for two hours. What had he been thinking? It kept her safe from Gantu, yes, but for how long? He captured her again, when Jumba was free enough to stop them.

"You were not scared?" Jumba asked.

Mahina tilted her head. Her eyebrows bunched together, just above her nose. "Maybe? I don't know." Mahina admitted. "It- You were gone, but I was gonna get you back. It was just gonna take time, so I kept myself busy."

Jumba nodded, slow and then jittering with excitement. "Ha! I knew it! I knew you could handle work! Ha! You are just like me!" He patted the girl on the back. "True evil genius doesn't get afraid! It stays working! I knew you could do it!"

Her eyebrows began spacing out again.

"Come! Come!" Jumba jumped up, gesturing out to the door. "We go to my computer, I will show you other experiments! Come!"

Mahina lowered her pen, lifted it, then lowered it on the desk. "Okay, pops. I'm coming!"

Father and daughter ran down the hallway. Both of them were beaming with smiles.