Where is she..? ( Rocket )

[Rocket!]

...the heck?

Through a series of convoluted events, Stitch was now in the mean stranger's palm.

...with cake being shoved into his lap?! Grinning madly, Stitch began to devour the huge cake.

...and froze. Slowly, he brought his head down to the platter, peering at the cake.

Light brown. With dark specks.

Coconut.

Coconut.

Upending the platter, and sending it into the chef's lap, Stitch turned and jumped onto Darren's shoulder. He began to methodically search him and his belongings for...

For...

...hmmpf. Clamping his mouth on Darren's left shoe, and pulling back hard enough to remove it and upend Darren, Stitch scuttled away to the rear of the restaurant.

Towards the fridge.

The chef looked like he wanted to faint.

[Darren]

( Sorry about the wait, I've been having alot of stress with college )

Once again Darren was on his back, shoeless. This scenario was becoming more and more frequent when it came to hanging with the little blue thing.

Sitting up he watched the blue thing scuttle towards the Kitchens fridge, it didnt look very clean and was made of stainless steel he could just about see his reflection across the stained surface.

"The hell was that for ya little bastard?" He said, his voice having a serious tone embedded into it. He got back up onto his feet and walked over towards the fridge, paying no attention to the ever whitening chef.

[Rocket!]

[No worries. We all have stuff like that around this time of the year. ^_^]

Stitch's head popped up from behind an outlying counter. His mouth was still clamped solidly around the shoe, with a little bit of dribble coming out. He grabbed the shoe, held it up for all to see, and said, "Shoe." As if that explained everything.

Returning the shoe to it's rightful place, (Stitch's mouth) Stitch scurried off for the fridge. His mind was already dreaming of all of the delicacies that might lay within those two stainless steel doors...