OOC: The fact that I'm updating this is quite scary. The other fact is that I started this just after the movie was released and now it's two years later. I still think it needs an ending to it...technically. So here you go. Possibly the final update of Maxwell J. Sterling's Lilo and Stitch interview attempts.

I could have been running for a good while, while you're running recklessly in fear you have no sense of how long you're running. I just plummeted headlong into the tropical foliage, somehow not hitting any trees in the process.

In this blind running state it wasn't much of a surprise that I flew into midair off a ledge of some sort.

For that second I figured I had a found a cliff that would end this interview attempt with a horrible end on the jagged rocks on the ocean shore below. I could see the headline's now: Clueless Reporter's Body Found.

That was a boring title for an article.

I didn't have time to think any more thoughts since I hit the ground.

I opened my eyes and figured out where I was.

I was lying on the sidewalk, right next to a wall that wasn't more than two feet high that separated the forest from the sidewalk and besides a scraped knee, I was fine.

Then I noticed the fifteen eyes staring at me. The eyes belonged to none other but Lilo, Stitch, Nani, David, Pleakley, Jumba and Cobra, all holding bags from a trip to the grocery store.

"Mr. Sterling," Nani gasped.

"Maxie?" Stitch said, more amused than surprised.

The eyes followed me as I got to my feet, straightened my now ripped Hawaiian shirt, brushed the leaves from my hair, and repositioned my crooked sunglasses. I cleared my throat before I yelled, "Gantu is at your house!"

"And...?" Lilo said.

"Ur..." I said, judging from the unphased looks that what I had just said had no importance whatsoever to bother panicking about in their minds.

"Vat do you mean? Ven Gantu comes he just be checking in on us," Jumba said, slanting his four eyes.

"And how do you know about even him, Mr. Sterling?" Cobra asked.

"Are you a zombie spy sent you observe us and turn us into the undead?" Lilo also inquired.

I suddenly felt very warm, and not from the humid climate. "A bit of research," I squeaked, then regained my composure, "No, wait, what do you mean Gantu is checking in? He's a good guy? He was about to shoot me."

"Of course, it's part of his community services to check if there is anyone bothering us," Stitch explained, a razor edge on his voice, though somewhat mysterious mischievousness on it too, especially as he added, "We reported to him you were coming, did you tell him your name?"

"Oh." It was the only word that came to mind. So if I didn't tell him my name what would happen to my... "Jeeze, I..."

A explosive boom thundered over the forest and birds took off into the gentle blue sky.

I glanced at the noontide sun, sighing, and then turned back to the group, that still stared at me. I could figure that I was a sight to behold from my forest run, blood running down from my knees, my shirt ripped from bushes, my face scratched from branches, and now I was completely and utterly defeated in every sense. I sank to my knees, "It was a Viper convertible!"

"Oooo," I heard the blue furred menace mutter, "I wouldn't even place a paw on that kinda car. I might hijack it but..." Lilo kicked him in the leg from saying anymore.

Something started ringing, a very distinct ringing in the tone of Back in Black by AC/DC. This said ringing came from my back pocket.

Cobra placed the bags of grocery he held down and removed his black sunglasses, "Mr. Sterling, is that by any chance my special cellular phone?"

'Special' was right, the thing had blown up my TV in the hotel room last night and due to a wild coincidence it was covered under some obscure type of insurance known as 'laser no-fault clause'.

My supposedly blown up Viper was forgotten under that burning CIA specialty gaze. I fumbling with my back pocket in a shuffling dance to get the phone out as quickly as possible, wondering if Cobra was going to pull out a gun and shoot me. Personally, I'd have optioned to be up against Gantu than Cobra.

"I gave him the phone," Stitch interjected.

"Ur...yes, he did," I quickly agreed. This seemed to appease Cobra and he stopped stalking towards me when I tossed him the shiny black phone.

Then a certain whale thing crashed out of the tropical forest. "You, primitive life form, freeze," he ordered, aiming the gun at my head.

I mentally scratched off my former opinion, I would have much liked to be up against Cobra than this monster.

His blue gaze noticed the group and he saluted with his spare flipper...hand...ur...whatever. "I kept an eye out for the ill shaven, weird primitive life form and destroyed his transportation device as suggested 626. Shall I vaporize him now?"

Everyone besides 626 aka Stitch, announced a resounding "NO!"

Lilo gave Stitch a good natured kick in the leg again.

"Ow," Stitch exclaimed, rubbing the area.

"I am soooo sorry Mr. Sterling for the trouble. I didn't know that...I mean..." Nani fumbled for the right words, "I never would have wanted this to happen...I'm really sorry for..."

I held up a hard for her to halt explanation, because I knew that would be a feat that no one could accomplish in this situation. My eyes were closed as I started talking, "These four day have been...interesting."

I let a small period of silence set in, a period I used to take a deep breath.

"I was going to have some long revolutionary speech but my tongue of a interviewer is failing me..."

Stitch coughed, "You had one?"

I cleared my throat and continued, "The fact that am still here has to warrant for something. I've made it this far and I'm not going to back down now and PUT DOWN THAT GUN GANTU!"

Gantu complied to the order.

"As I was saying, nine am tomorrow morning. I am coming to interview. Understand?"

There was a sound nodding.

"Good, now, I must go and see if my rental company had explosions covered in it's insurance plan."

With that, I turned on my heel and headed down the street

"That way is the opposite direction of the rental hut," Stitch called.

"I know," I lied, "I'm taking the long way."

"But that way is a dead end into the ocean."

"I'm swimming," I said, trying to keep from growling.

"But there's sharks."

Attempting to keep one shred of my reporter dignity, I turned on my heel again, and walked at a quick pace back past the group.

"Are you sure I couldn't tempt you with some cake for the way there?" Pleakley asked.

I sprinted away from the group down the street.