Do you believe in ghosts?

*Audience stares*

No? Oh. Hmmm... there goes much of what I was going to talk about. Welcome to OC Central! We are gonna have a small walk and talk.

*Walks off* *pokes head into frame*

You coming? *starts walking along a corrior* Anyway, I have been continually digging myself a pit. This is a metaphor. Anyway, I have been adding more and more stories to my continuousally growing archive. I have ignored my Titan series for long enough. So, I shall begin the fourth one, mostly because there will be no dimension hopping, or major crossoverish shtuff.

"Lilo!" A woman around the age of twenty said sourly, as the young Hawaiian girl and a blue, fluffy alien froze on their way to their room. "You know you aren't suppsed to be out after sunset."

"But Nani." Lilo groaned. "We needed to watch PJ's opening night performance."

"His nine o'clock performance?" Nani asked bitterly. "The hour straight perfomance? The performance that I told you not to go to."

"Yes." Lilo said quietly, her eyes trained at the floor.

"You're grounded. For a week. And during that week, Stitch has to sleep outside."

"Nani!" Lilo nearly screeched. "Stitch can't sleep outside! What if a monster gets him?"

"There are no such thing as monsters!" Nani yelled in reply. Unfortunately, Nani was quite wrong. There are many monsters in the world. There are monsters in everyone. Their in the actions we do. They run theme parks so as to keep the noble people of the world in small size. But that is another story, that a certain triangular headed boy was having the displeasure of experiencing. But, we shall focus on Lilo for right now.

"Yes there is!" Lilo replied angrily.

"That's it. Two weeks!" Nani replied. "And if you argue again I'll add another week." Lilo became silent. What else was there to say? She slowly trugged off to her room, while Nani chained Stitch to a special dog house that Jumba had made in case of emergencies. Not even Stitch could break this one.

"Aggaba!" Stitch protested. "Aka boocha!"

"It's for your own good." Nani replied, before heading inside.

Across town, a small grey creature was closing up shop. It smiled to itself, grabbing a french fry off a small paper bowl and popped it into his mouth. It was a productive day. He pulled out the small pillow that he used to sleep on, and had just gotten comfortable when he heard an odd scraping sound. Steel against steel. The creature grabbed a nearby knife. A kitchen knife. Never did he dream that he might need to use it to defend himself. He glanced around.

"Kzzzzt." The creature leapt a foot in the air. There was a bright flash, and a pure white pod with the numbers 062 on the surface landed on the ground. A small, black hand picked it up. The owner of the hand placed it in an odd device, with a glowing green ball on the top. One down, 628 illegal expirements, plus 627 clones to go.