Leroy and Stitch Page #3

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Is it done? Is it finished?

Can't be rushing evil genius.

[telephone rings]

Answer it.

But none of your

not-so-funny funny business.

Galaxy Defense Industries,

where DNA stands for "Do Not Ask."

- Jumba!

- Pleakley!

- Eh, is bad time.

- I'm sorry.

It's just that, well...

I just miss you so much!

I mean, heh, I just happen to be

in your quadrant, so I thought,

maybe I'll drop by.

- Enough! Hang up!

- No.

No? But don't you miss

your Aunt Pleakley?

- No!

- I'm wearing the wig.

No! Not coming by.

Never coming by!

Never wanting seeing you again.

Yeah? Well, me neither!

What I meant when I said

"I miss you so much and can I visit?"

was "I don't miss you at all

and I never ever want to see you

ever again ever either!"

[cries]

Is truly evil!

Making Jumba pretend

to be mean to Pleakley.

Just finish my experiment.

Hmmph.

Am putting finishing touches... now.

[# Elvis Presley: Aloha Oe]

Why are you playing that

annoyingly folksy folk music?

Eh, to annoy experiment.

Is making him more evil, yes?

Heh-heh.

Oh, good idea.

More evil is good.

[song ends]

- [evil cackle]

- [gasps]

[snarls]

Oh! He's so beautiful

in his ugly nastiness.

Oh, perhaps I will mimic

the little Earth girl

and name you

with your very own name.

I shall call you... Spike!

Heh-heh. She already used that one.

Very well. Kicks.

- Used it.

- Slugger.

- Done.

- Cannonball?

He jumps in the water,

makes awesome waves.

- [groans]

- Why not just call it 627?

- You already made 627.

- I did?

Shut up! I am naming the naming here.

I'll think of it.

I've got it!

I shall name you...

- Leroy!

- [laughter]

What? It is a genius name.

My Leroy will be defeated

by no thing or no one,

- not even...

- [explosion]

- [all] 626?

- Aloha, Gerbil Boy.

[laughs] This is all so perfect.

A test for my new creation.

- Hey! Is my creation.

- Whatever.

Leroy, destroy him!

[Leroy and Stitch growl]

[growling]

[snarls]

[growls]

- Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

- What is so ha-ha funny?

- I don't have insurance.

- Get him, Leroy. Get him!

[growls]

[crash]

Aah! Ooh!

[muffled growls]

- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

- [growls]

[cackling]

[cackling]

- [doorbell rings]

- Is this a bad time?

[muffled growls]

[Pleakley] I just wanted to make up.

Next time send flowers.

Now that I have proven Leroy

to be an invincible fighting machine...

Leroy? [laughs]

...I shall proceed with the next phase

of my oh-so-clever plan,

creating an army of Leroy clones!

[machine hums]

[cackles]

[bell counter ticking]

And now, to dispose of you

three meddling meddlers.

[grunting]

I have cleverly

programmed this vehicle

with destination

coordinates 12-21-9-7-9.

The black hole!

We can't fly into a black hole!

I've gotta have the van

back to the college by 6:00.

Well, you're going to be late

by about...

...forever! [echoes]

[dinging]

- Captain on this... floor.

- [growls]

[snarls]

[speaks gibberish]

Captain setting destination coordinates.

Zero parsec?

Captain Stitch, our orders are

to return the prisoner to Asteroid K-37.

Why are we setting a course for Turo?

[snarls, speaks gibberish]

[gasps] You're not the captain!

He is now! [cackles]

[snarls]

[line ringing]

[man] Hello, this is Cobra Bubbles.

Cobra, I want to call Stitch.

I'm unable to come

to the phone right now.

My current location: classified.

Estimated return time: classified.

Have a nice day.

[sighs]

[Nani] Does Scrump want some breakfast?

It's her favorite, cold pizza.

She's not hungry.

She's worried about Stitch.

Aww, Stitch can take care of himself.

He's indestructible, remember?

I told Scrump that,

but she gets feelings sometimes.

She thinks something's wrong.

so I've been trying to

get in touch with Stitch.

Oh, 'cause you're gonna need

one of those intergalactic communicator

thingies if you want to contact him.

I know!

But Jumba and Pleakley's ship is gone,

and Pleakley took his space cell phone.

Who else? Out of my way!

- I need peanut butter!

- For breakfast?

Hello?

Hmmph, Gantu schmantu.

Who needs him?

Nothing but a pain

in the patookie anyhow.

Didn't even like my egg salad.

"More mayonnaise, less dill weed."

- Uh, hello?

- Sorry, we're not open.

- Open?

- I'm turning this dump

into the best spaceship-shaped

sandwich shop on the island.

- Where's Gantu?

- He left.

But I'm naming

a sandwich after him,

the open-faced

double decker blubber butt.

I won't ask what's in it.

I brought you something.

Peanut butter and jelly? [sniffs]

Gee, nobody's ever made me a sandwich.

Heh-heh.

Hey, what do you want?

I need to call Stitch.

Sorry. Videophone's busted,

like everything else in this dump.

- Can you fix it?

- Why should I?

Gantu's the only one who'd call,

and I ain't answerin'.

From now on, I'm lookin' out

for old number 625.

625. I never gave you a name, did I?

A name? For me?

Let's see. How about Patty?

Short for patty melt.

Or... Monte? Like a Monte Cristo?

Or Pita Pita Sandwich Eata. [chuckles]

[sarcastic chuckle] I don't think so.

I know! Reuben.

Huh. The classic corned beef

and sauerkraut on rye.

Reuben. Ooh, I like that.

So, uh, does this give me

official "cousin" status?

You know, full ohana rights?

All that aloha stuff?

Depends. You have to give aloha

to get some back.

So, you're gonna help me

fix the videophone?

Sure. Why not?

It's Lilo, right?

[banging on metal]

- [clattering]

- [saw buzzing]

[air wrench whirring]

Uh, you sure

that's gonna work?

You'd be amazed.

Pickle juice is a great conductor.

[humming]

- You may thank me later.

- I'll thank you now.

Mahalo, Reuben.

Heh. No problem, Lilo.

[snarls]

- [Leroy laughs]

- [beeping]

Incoming call from... E-arth, sir.

[growls, speaks gibberish]

It must be the little Earth girl.

Ha-ha! My Leroy will easily

dupe her tiny little brain.

Hide!

Oooh!

Aloha, Stitch.

- Stitch?

- Uh...

- Say "eeh."

- Eeh.

- Are you OK?

- No, cuter. Think "plush toy"!

Oh, yeah, it's me. I'm Fluffy.

That's him, all right.

Wait a minute. My tiki necklace.

He's not wearing it. That's not Stitch!

- Hang up. Hang up!

- OK! Bye-bye!

- Wait!

- [explosion]

Ah. I think that went very well,

don't you?

- Actually, I think...

- I didn't ask what you think!

- Actually, you did. I...

- It was a rhetorical question!

Don't you know what

a rhetorical question is?

- Yes, sir! I believe it's...

- That was rhetorical too!

[groans] Aah! [sighs]

My genius plan is unfolding perfectly.

Prepare for hyperspace to planet Turo,

where I and my army of Leroys...

- [slurping]

- Quit picking your nose.

...shall take over

the stinky Galactic Alliance!

Sir, I must point out

a weak spot in your plan.

The little Earth girl

has a special talent

for turning evil experiments

from bad to good.

And she controls a force of over 600

of Jumba's genetic creations.

This makes her a credible threat

to your Leroy army.

Very well.

Then the little girl's experiments

must be captured

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