Chapter 3
Sooner Than We Thought
ElectricCircuslover: Yeah, been a long time. I have NOT been feeling well mentally. My mind is so scrambled that I can't even think properly. I'm trying my hardest and I really am. I'm just so depressed and angry. There's just too many bad things going on in my head and I just want to just die. But, I don't, even if it is very tempting, it's against my moral code and my beliefs. So I try to keep my mind busy with music and writing. Right now, I'm hitting a lot of writer's blocks. I would work on something else, but I can't until this story is over because Sandy and Carmon have small important role for 'Fighting a Shadow' and that's kids. Once this story is over, my mind will be overflowing with ideas and I'll be able to update a lot more often.
I would also point out that most of the credit should go to chickenloverX49 and her valuable help. She's done such a great job at helping with this I just want to say thank you for everything that you've done. And I would also thank her for giving this chapter a title and I really do like it. My mind was so scrambled, I couldn't even find a title. So, those who are reading this, please, please give her a thanks and credit for this, she deserves it.
So, enjoy and review.
It was another bright morning on the island of Kauai. Everyone, other than Lilo slumbered in a subconscious state, dreaming sweet dreams.
Lilo did want to go to sleep, but Angel's snoring made it nearly impossible, and it was even harder when the large-bellied experiment had Lilo in a tight hug.
'Oh no, Angel. Sleep with me. I don't want to take the chance of having you fall off Stitch's old bed,' Lilo thought with regret, recalling a conversation before going to bed.
'I wouldn't complain so much if she didn't have such a tight squeeze on me with her claws out, and I remember how sharp those claws are! Heck, I still have the scar from the incident! I don't know how Stitch puts up with it every night! I don't know how I'm going to get myself out of this one without waking her up or getting scratched. Whether I like it or not, I'm stuck!' Lilo let out a frustrated sigh.
Angel started to stir, rubbing her face into Lilo's hair. Lilo felt very awkward, but she started to feel even worse when her hair was being chewed on by Angel.
"Mmm…Strawberry," Angel said happily, still sleeping.
"Actually, it's coconut," Lilo grumbled to herself.
"Angel! Wake up! You're eating my hair!" Lilo complained, moving around.
Angel opened her eyes, spitting out the hair in her mouth and releasing her grip around Lilo.
"Eeww, your hair tastes terrible! You should get it cleaned. Yuck!" Angel complained stretching.
"It was clean until you drooled in it!" Lilo said playfully, "Where is that brush? I could've sworn it was on this bookshelf," getting off the bed she started searching for her brush on the book case.
"Uuurp," Angel made a vomit sound and whatever it was, came up and out of Angel's mouth, landing on the bed, bouncing off and rolling onto the floor with a trail of drool following it.
"Um…I found it?" Angel shrugged a little embarrassed, 'So that's what I ate last night? Oops," the pink experiment thought, feeling really ditzy inside.
"Uh, thanks. Just how I like it. Extra drooly." Lilo said with sarcasm. "Yep, I'm never going forget where this was," she said holding the brush with a look of disgust.
"I'm sorry, Lilo. I thought it was a candy bar. It was dark and I'm scared of the dark. So I eat something to calm my nerves. Bottom line is, I should've asked you to make sure. Your other brush is under your pillow," Angel apologized, lifting up the pillow and revealing a rounded blue brush.
Seeing the color blue on the brush made Angel hurt with guilt inside, "I should really apologize to Stitch for the way I acted yesterday. I just felt our relationship was violated by the way Stitch named her. Then this Carmen lady calls me a blimp a few minutes later. I've never seen them both before so I'm getting the hunch that Carmen had no idea what a blimp was. Then again, she called me a 'Beautiful Blimp,' right there tells me she didn't know what blimp was. Now I feel like a jerk. If I was allowed to leave the house, I would find them and apologize. I make Mertle look like the nicest person block," Angel lowered her head and ears, and sat on the ground with her head in her arms.
Lilo climbed onto the bed and sat next to Angel, patting her back, "So you're a little defensive. That's good in a relationship, but you take it too far. Stitch was really crying hard yesterday. It hurt me to see him like that. Please, please be a little less harsh on him!" Lilo pleaded.
"I'm trying, and I really am! It's not my fault! Something's really wrong with me, but Jumba, won't tell me! I would go to Kristie's but she doesn't want me coming back until the babies come! I didn't mean to eat Gigi it just happened! Good thing I vomited her up, or I could've digested her and I really don't want to picture what would come next! I wish Jumba would help me, but he doesn't have anything that could help me! I just want to be normal again! That's all I want right now! Darn it, Jumba, why didn't you turn me into something else?!" Angel started crying into her paws.
'Great. She's crying. I wonder how long she'll cry this time?' Lilo rolled her eyes.
"Look, I know it's not your fault, and I believe you all the way. You're letting your mood get the best of you. You're a great person and I love you as much as Stitch. If you just stay calm, then everyone won't be mad at you." Lilo reassured trying to calm her down
"Oh, now everybody's mad at me!" Angel snarled, standing up.
Lilo stared in shock for a few minutes unable to speak. Receiving no answer Angel headed for Stitch's old bed.
"Angel? What are you doing?" Lilo asked nervously finding her voice. Watching as the pink experiment struggled to get onto Stitch's old bed.
"'What am I doing!?' Why should you care!? Everybody is mad at me! I should just die! Then everyone will be happy again! And Stitch!? He'll just move on and find a more stable woman that won't malfunction like me!" she growled, her eyes clouding with tears.
"No! Don't do it!" Lilo ran over to Angel, who was ready to jump out the window.
The pink experiment pushed the window open, and fell out of the dome room. Before she could fall any further, Lilo grabbed Angel's feet, nearly falling out the window as well. The only thing that was separating them and the roof, were Lilo's feet press against the window frame, which hurt the nine year old (she turned nine last month).
"Help!!! Heeelp!!!" Lilo screamed, trying not to let go of Angel's kicking feet.
"Let me go!! I want to die!!" Angel bellowed.
Angel's weight was really taking its toll on the whole situation. Lilo was losing her grip against the window, slowly slipping with every second that passed by. A few seconds later, Lilo, lost her grip, falling out with the pregnant experiment. In an instant, Stitch grabbed her feet, pulling them back into the dome room, nearly getting bit by his mate several times in her psychotic rage.
"Keep her still, 626!" Jumba ordered, coming closer to Angel with a clear needle with a purple liquid inside of it.
"Let me go! Let me go!" She bellowed, trying to break Stitch's strong grasp. She then noticed the syringe. "No, not that! Get that needle away from me!!!!" Angel snarled, kicking and biting.
Stitch forced her mouth shut with his upper arms and kept his mate's hands down with his lower arms as Jumba put the needle into her neck.
"I'm sorry, 624. I promise. This will help you." Jumba sadly said as the purple liquid slowly went into her neck.
Angel's stamina was quickly slipping, due to the effect of the purple liquid. Her eyes closed and the resistance stopped, and was replaced by her snoring.
"Please don't be hurt," Stitch said with worry, using his x-ray vision to see his growing children.
"Baby, okataka," the blue experiment sighed with relief.
"Thank goodness!" Jumba sighed wiping his brow. "This is third time in week. 624 is becoming too unstable. If we are to keep 624 safe and not harm other people, I must chain her up somewhere. 624's mind and body are getting very close to giving birth to off-springs, but her key ingredient 'Zeneak' is taking a violent course. Jumba must take action," Jumba explained to Stitch.
"It's not happening, Jumba! It'll be a cold day in hell before I let anyone chain her up like an animal! Is there a better way to take action?" Stitch growled, holding his angel close.
"Well, I could somehow speed up birth time, but, 624's body could act in an unpredictable defense against the method Jumba is thinking. Or, Jumba could create a serum to calm the 'Zeneak' down, but I am not taking chance of off-springs getting involved with such chemicals." Jumba desperately tried to explain. "Can we just chain up 624?! Brain is not big enough for this!" Jumba raised his fat hands up in frustration.
"No. I'm just going to keep a better eye on her. I survived these many terrible months, I can do it for one more month," Stitch fought back, staring at Angel's face.
"Um, you may be wanting to disregard what stupid computer predicted," Jumba fumbled with his hands in embarrassment.
"Why? Is there something wrong you're not telling me?" The blue experiment asked with much worry in his tone.
"No, no. There is nothing being wrong with 624. The only thing wrong is stupid computer. Jumba assures you, that 624 will not be giving birth to off-spring next month. 578 and 501 are being next month, not 624. She should birth off-spring by next week on 15th, 16th, or 17th of April. I must say, I'm pretty embarrassed for not seeing this. When Jumba rid the computer of the 'Bullgo' virus, some of the memory still was scattered and was not properly fixed. When it was fixed, Jumba felt inadequate by reading wrong information. Sorry, 626. Great scientist, not so great with patients. Next time, Jumba won't take wrench to side of computer," Jumba shrugged, explaining to a wide mouthed Stitch.
"I…I can't believe it, there are five to seven days left until this nightmare is over. Great, I'll go from one screaming person to a total of five, if lucky, four! Well, I'm still going to be happy regardless. When did you find out and how come you didn't tell us sooner?" Stitch inquired.
"Jumba found out two days ago. I would have said something, but 624 has been so angry these past few weeks. When it was just you and me, Jumba would forget. Now, 626, knows. Are you sure I shouldn't chain 624 up? I've constructed a special collar and chain for Experiment 553. Jumba is sure 624 can fit it in," Jumba added.
Stitch just glared at the fat scientist.
"Okay, conversation being done. Jumba's going to find something to eat in kitchen, since the food provided has been digested," Jumba walked over to the elevator.
"What does Experiment 553 do?" Lilo asked Jumba as he was slowing going down.
"Experiment 553 is tornado maker," Jumba answered before disappearing down the hole.
"Well, that's good to know. I'm really happy for you both. That also teaches me not to play on Jumba's computer against other aliens," Lilo chuckled, sitting next to Stitch, who held the sleeping Angel tightly.
"Stitch, happy now. Naga month, but week." he gasped realizing something. "Angel and Stitch still have to name two babies! Naga care. Meega week left!" Stitch cried out happily, nearly shedding a few tears of joy.
Lilo smiled at him. It made her so happy to see Stitch feel the way he does now. It had been too long since she saw that smile.
"Well, I'm going to eat some cereal since our personal chef is ko'd at the moment," Lilo gave him a hug and started walking to the dome platform, "By the way, Stitch. Congratulations," she said before disappearing.
Stitch looked down at his bugee bu and gave her a kiss.
(At the beach)
"I'm telling you, Sandy. The fruit on my head is edible. See?" Carmen took an apple out of the pile fruit on top of her head and took a bite.
"That's because your 'dumb-making' fruit doesn't work on dummies like you. I'm better off eating the sand all around us," Sandy crossed her arms.
"If I'm so dumb, how come I'm not the one starving, huh!? You've got a perfect opportunity for breakfast, but you won't eat it. I'm trying to be a friend and help you. I could keep the fruit to myself, but I'm not that kind of person. So, here!" Carmen growled, putting a banana in Sandy's hand.
"Fine! You win this little battle! Next time, I'm the one going to find food and it's not going to be on top of your head.! Does that fruit even grow on your scalp?" Sandy wondered, reluctantly eating the banana.
"It does, actually. I don't know how, but it does. It only takes one minute for another fruit to take the missing fruit's place. Is there anything you wonder about yourself?" Carmen asked with curiosity.
Sandy sighed, "I did at one time. It was my first days of my creation. Thoughts kept buzzing in my mind, 'Who was I?' 'Where am I?''What was my purpose in life?' It was later explained by Jumba, but he never explained our reproduction. Up until finding out about, Angel, I still wondered about our reproduction, but my pride in myself and my abilities really went to my head. Stitch opened my eyes and heart in ways that has never been opened before. However, it still leaves me to wonder about my reproduction." Sandy sighed "I can't believe I'm even talking about this to another experiment. I thank Stitch for all this," She said swooning, clenching her paws together in a dreamy state.
"You do know it's not going to work, right?" Carmen raised an eyebrow, spoiling Sandy's moment.
"Pah, of course it's going to work! I've got brains and brawn. You have fruit growing on your head. It's no competition," Sandy said with confidence.
"I'm not the only one to compete with, we have Angel, and I'm pretty sure she's not going to take it very smoothly," Carmen pointed out.
"No problem. I win Stitch with my good looks. I'm sure he would want a break from Angel. Maybe a little 'freedom' or 'reward' for his services here and there," Sandy hinted with a sexually sly tone.
"Good luck with that. I'm sticking to my fool proof plan: Buy him a meal and talk time out the window. Once we know enough about each other, we'll hook up and do our thing. The plans perfect!" Carmen said, seeing stars.
"That idea's a dead-end stop. Like that'll happen," Sandy scoffed.
"Sorry, I can't hear you. I don't talk to super-strong-people," Carmen covered her eyes, when she should've covered her ears (Silly ain't she?).
"Carmen, Stitch is a super-strong-person," Sandy corrected.
"Oh, uh, fine. I don't talk to super-strong-women. There, happy now!?"
"No. You say, 'I don't talk to super-strong-women' but you're still talking to me," Sandy teased.
"That was after I said that. Now I'm not talking to you," Carmen turned her back (Sandy makes funny faces).
"Yeah, but you're still are saying the same thing and yet you're still talking to me," Sandy chuckled.
"I'm done. No more. You're giving me a headache!" Carmen complained, holding her head.
'What a dummy,' Sandy thought, walking past the confused Angel-like experiment.
"Where are you going?" Carmen grumbled.
"I'm hunting around for Stitch. He should be coming out now to collect the money from Angel's dessert shop the 625ish experiment answered, not looking back.
(French-fry is taking over Angel's 'Heavenly Sweets' desert shop for now.)
"You go and do that! When you fail, I'll swoop in and steal his heart!" Carmen shouted.
(Sandy's P.O.V.)
I shook my head as I walked further and further away from Carmen, 'She is about the dumbest experiment I've ever met. She makes Experiment 600 look like a rocket scientist. At least she's friendly and kind. For some reason, I feel sad for leaving her alone. I just can't put my paw on it why I feel that way. Oh well, I need to find that shop where I stole those flowers, since the pink blob took mine," I grumbled, walking around town in curiosity.
As I looked around, I couldn't help feel tempted on destroying something, but I made a promise to Stitch and the family I'm now part of. Though, I couldn't imagine how the more destructive experiments feel. All 513 could talk about was splitting planets in half. Now he makes smoothies for the humans.
Ten minutes have past and still no sign of Stitch or the stupid shop. Failing to realize that I was surrounded by flowers, "I could've just picked them. I guess I pulled a 'Carmen' moment right now. How silly was I? Well, at least I didn't have to get chased off by a crazy human again. Let's see, I think Stitch would like those and maybe some of those. Ooh, I like them," I happily said to myself, picking flower from one park to the, next and shops around town.
"Okay, I have about twenty colorful flowers for…Stitch!" I called out to my true love from down the street.
He waved as I walked closer to him, "Hello, Stitch. I picked these for you," I handed him the flowers.
"Uh, thanks. Where's Carmen? You two better not be up to something," Stitch raised an eyebrow.
"Nope, we're totally reformed. I am at least. I don't know about Carmen, though. She's been giving everyone dance-fever." I lied. "Don't worry, I handled it. She'll never be bad again. I did it because I made a promise to you," I hugged him, putting a leg up on him.
"That's great of you, but can you not hug me?" Stitch said gently pushing me off. "I don't want Angel catching your scent on my fur. Hey, you and Carmen came over to my house yesterday. Why did you after I specifically said, 'no'?! Do you know how much trouble you both got me into!?" Stitch said sternly, as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Yes. I just wanted to thank you by giving you some flowers. I do apologize for telling how you named me. I tried to make up for it, but I didn't know how," I lied, "I tried telling Carmen to go away, but she wanted to say something to Angel. I guess it didn't work out. I promise to not come ever again," I lied once more.
Stitch sighed, "You can come over after Angel gives birth next week. By then, Angel should be back to her old happy self."
"Wait. I thought it was next month?" I said, taken aback by this.
"Just found out this morning by Jumba after an incident with Angel. I'm beyond joy right now. All that abuse will finally cease and I'll have my Angel back," Stitch said happily, making me feel sad inside.
"You know, I could give you a little 'freedom' or a little 'relief' if you-" before I could continue Stitch interrupted with such anger in his voice that it scared me.
"Do you think I'll be dumb enough risk my relationship and my future children because of you!? Don't even try to talk such rot to me! If you try that again, I'll break you in two! Got it!?" Stitch growled deeply.
"S-s-s-sorry. I'll never ask. Please don't hurt me," I shook with fear, putting my paws over my face.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's a very touchy topic and I would rather not tell you why. Please, just give up on me. I'm taken. There are many male experiments around such as, 513, 601, or 621. Just give up. I'm not going to betray my bugee bu. I don't know what you and Carmen see in me that have you two so determined, even when I've got a mate and kids on the way, but give up. Please…It's only going to end in tears if you both keep trying," he said so calmly.
I started crying, "I have nobody else to fall in love with! You're all I got! Don't you get it!? I'm alone!" I exclaimed, crying into his chest.
"Look, I've been down that route. I know what it's like to be alone in the world. I still remember it vividly, but I had to be strong in order to get where I am now. I found a family, a mate, and friends. You just need to look farther than me. Make some back-up plans if what you're looking for doesn't show up just yet," he patted and rubbed my back.
"I'll try again," I broke off and walked away.
"I hope you have a better chance," Stitch said soothingly as I walked further away from him.
'Darn, I thought that would work. Not even the fake tears back-up plan worked. This bites. I have to try a new approach to this,' I thought, walking into an ally.
"I see you're attempt was a failure. Just as I predicted," Carmen scoffed, holding a pie.
"So what. I just need to think of something else. Where did you get the pie? Wait, I know, the Jumba dollar, right?" I smirked.
"Actually, I found it outside of a window and took it. I thought Stitch would like it. Watch and learn," Carmen walked passed me and followed Stitch.
I turned invisible and followed her.
"Hello Stitch," Carmen stopped in front of him.
"What do you want? If it is another attempt to win my heart, follow Sandy, because I'm not interested," Stitch said calmly to her.
"No, no, no, no. I just want to thank you for rescuing me from that big jerk with the terrible smell coming from him. So, here's my thank you pie," she smiled, making me angry.
As she was giving him the pie, I forced her hands into pushing the pie into Stitch's face, who didn't look very impressed at all.
"Scram!!!" Stitch bellowed, making Carmen high-tail it.
It just made me laugh inside as she ran.
Stitch licked the pie off of his face and spat it out, "That tastes horrible! I hate rhubarb! Just wonderful," he growled, walking off as he was trying to get as much of the pie off of his face.
I turned away from my beloved, Stitch, and went to the park to think. It was the only thing I really could do. I didn't have anything better to do than dream of my future with Stitch, which I denied the choice of moving on. Sure, Kixx's great looking, but he's too self-centered and perverted and Spike was too much of a cry baby, he always was anyway. So, I planned and planned, and planned some more until I thought of another idea. Even if the thought of another plan to get Stitch, I couldn't help but feel sad. Maybe a little guilt for trying to steal Angel's mate, or it could be Stitch's words that kept repeating itself in my mind. Either way, I couldn't feel right about myself.
So I just hung around the park, watching everybody else have fun. It genuinely made me happy to see the children play on the park but it also made me sad at the time, a bitter sweet moment for me. Stitch's words really got me thinking. I kept trying to ignore my conscious, but it never stopped bothering me.
I gave up watching everyone have fun at the park and looked around for Carmen to talk with. She seemed to be the only friend I had. I know I have this o'hana now, but the person I feel happy with is Carmen. I've never had a friend before, but I guess Carmen would be my first and only friend I have. Who would've thought that?
I went around town, seeing more of the sights then actually searching for Carmen. I went through a few allies and roads on my search, but none of them had Carmen to offer up. Before I walked past an ally, I could hear Carmen talking to a male other than Stitch. It was the voice of Kixx. I could easily tell by the way he was trying to persuade Carmen to mate with him.
"Come on, baby. It'll only be a little while and it's for free. You'll enjoy it," Kixx said slyly.
"No, go away! I've told you a dozen times already and the answer is still 'no!' Go bother some other woman that has nothing better to do!" Carmen growled.
"Are you sure? We could have a memorable time together. I can think of a thousand ideas on what I can do with your cute ass," he chuckled pinching her butt.
Instantly after he said that, I could hear a sharp 'slap,' "Don't ever touch me like that again, you pig!" Carmen snarled, obviously slapping Kixx's face.
"We're going to 'do it' and you're going to like it!" Kixx growled aggressively, which was followed by the screams of 'help' from Carmen.
I walked into the ally, finding Kixx on top of Carmen. I grabbed him by the fur on his back and slammed him against the wall, repeatedly.
"Don't ever touch her like that again!" I turned him around, seeing his bloody face. He shook his head 'yes' and I let him go. He ran off, but not because of fear, but because I set his rear on fire.
Carmen wrapped me up in a hug and cried over my shoulder, "Thank you so much, Sandy! I owe you my life!"
"It's okay, Carmen. There is nothing I want from you. I'm so glad that I found you. I couldn't have forgiven myself if something happened to you," I cried with her.
We left the ally and looked for a place to find a quiet place for us so we could have a moment to ourselves.
(Heavenly Sweets Shop)
"They're driving me crazy! Would you be interested in one of the two women? Heck, you can have them both. I don't care!" Stitch sat on the chair facing French-fry.
"Sorry, Stitch. I'm not looking for a woman just yet. Not ready for the commitment, no?" French-fry shook his head, taking a sheet of cookies out of the oven.
"Who do you know that is desperate for a mate? I mean, really desperate?" Stitch pleaded
"Well, you have Sprout, Plasmoid, Shrink, Double-dip, Slick, Fibber, Backhoe, one of the heads of Fore-Head, Hocker, Fudgy, Zap, Zawp, PJ, Shredder, Jam, Nosox, Retro, Mashy, Butter, Link, Wishy-Washy, Boomer, Shortstuff, Amnesio, Spike, Cloudy, Hecklar, both heads of Swapper, Swirly, Ploot, Woody, Splat, Cannonball, Wrapper, Blowhard, Thrasher, Derrick, Tank, Woops, Sinker, Stopgo, Squeak, Mulch, and Shoe are the really desperate ones," French-fry named off (I didn't make any of these up. All of them have appeared on the show and movies.).
"Awww" Stitch made a disgruntle sigh, "None of them help my situation at all. Why me?" Stitch looked down at his feet.
"Because you look very cute, no?" French-fry said, rolling some dough on a flat board.
"Are you hitting on me?" Stitch made a creeped-out face.
"No, never! That's what women think of you," French-fry said defensively.
"Oh, that's really nice to hear. Thanks for the flattery," Stitch said with sarcasm.
French-fry shrugged, still working with the dough.
"Have you and Angel named the rest of your bundle of joys yet?" French-fry wondered, changing the subject.
"Well, we've decided to name our first son, Stitchie Lee Petals. Angel has decided to name one of our girls Spring Angelina Petals. Both are great names, but we haven't named the last two yet. It's funny because, we've constructed a list of names a few months ago and out of that list, none were picked. Now, I'm going to be a father in a week and we still don't have a name for the last two. I really want to have them all named so I can get used to it by the time here. Do you have a name for a boy and girl? It would really help Angel and I," Stitch asked.
"I have a few. How about Pierre and Claude?"
"Tried them both. Too foreign for our taste," Stitch shook his head.
"Jessie and James?"
"Jessie, no. James…Maybe. It sounds like a good middle name if you can find a good first name."
"Randy and Rose?"
"Neither."
" Jasmine and Brad?"
"Tried them both. They just couldn't click in our minds."
"Barry and Anthony?"
"Hmm, Barry? Is it B-e-r-r-y or B-a-r-r-y?" Stitch asked, having an idea for a name.
"The second, Barry."
"Hmm, Barry James Petals? Nah, that sounds terrible. I'll change the ending to 'ie' instead of the 'y' at the end. Berrie… Rose… Petals…I love it! Berrie Rose Petals! Angel loves rose petals and berries are sweet fruits. The fruits of Angel's labor. Wait…That sounds wrong, just wrong. Scratch that from your mind, French-fry," Stitch quivered at the very thought.
"Don't worry. After you said that my brain fried itself. Trust me, it'll never be remembered," French-fry assured.
"That's what I really would like to hear. Okay, there's one name. I would like to have the other name before I leave because I feel you're on to something," Stitch complimented.
"Thanks. I really like that. Now, how does Bob sound?"
"Nah. Sound like a bald fat guy to me. Don't know why but it does, it just does." (Sorry this isn't my name and the description ain't me yet. Don't you even laugh!)
"Well, how does Andy sound good?"
"Andy? Andy? Andy?" Stitch kept repeating over and over, trying to connect the name to a middle and last name, "It's at the tip of my tongue. Andy really sounds like a good first name. Wait…Andy…James…Petals? That's the perfect named for my other son. It's catchy, too. Angel would be pleased with the names. Berrie Rose Petals and Andy James petals. Those names are absolutely perfect! I'm very happy now. Now I don't have to worry. Thank you so very much French-fry. I'm going to head home with the names and the money that was earned by you. Beings that you're the only one able to keep this place running, I'm going to give you a quarter of the earnings. Let see that would be…$188.66 and I'll give you an extra $25.00 for helping me find names for my two bundle of joys," Stitch thanked deeply, getting off the chair and handing him the money.
"Thank you very much, Stitch. I hope you have a good day and say hello to the Mrs. for me, okay?" French-fry smiled, gladly taking the money and putting it in his wallet.
"I'll make sure Angel will hear it. Thanks again for your services. Take care," Stitch smiled with joy, leaving his bugee bu's dessert shop to go home with the rest of the money.
He walked home with so much joy on his face. It truly has been a good day for Stitch with the exception of the incident involving Angel, and being bugged by Sandy and Carmen. Other than that, it's been quite pleasant. Stitch couldn't wait to tell Angel that the last two babies have names. He couldn't wait to tell Angel even more about what's going to happen in about a week.
The only thought he had was: I love my life.