Leroy and Stitch Page #4

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and taken to a large public arena,

where I shall destroy them all!

[cackling]

This is clearly a job

for my most trusted henchman.

Thank you, sir.

I won't fail you this time.

You have already failed me 625 times.

No, this time I will send

my new trusted henchman,

- Leroy!

- [growls]

[static]

Reuben, there's a fake Stitch

driving the Big Red Battleship.

Do you know what that means?

I don't know. It's lunchtime?

No. Stitch is in trouble, and so is

the Galactic Armada and planet Turo

and maybe the whole galaxy!

It ain't our problem.

Look, you're number 625.

The closest one to Stitch.

If you wanted to,

you could have all of his powers.

You just have to stop making sandwiches

and start making something of yourself.

- [sighs]

- I'm gonna fix this ship,

fly to planet Turo

and warn the Grand Councilwoman.

Are you with me?

I said, are you with me?

I'm with you, sister,

but first we gotta put this servo unit

back in the main drive shaft.

You are as strong as Stitch.

Now, we reroute

the ignition conduit...

And you can walk on the ceiling.

[Reuben] Whoa-ohh!

I'm a little out of practice.

Flazookian cartridge clamp.

- Here?

- Smaishy scoop.

- Is this it?

- Pickle.

- It's got a bite out of it.

- Perfect!

[rapid beeping]

[crackling]

[gulps]

- [sizzling]

- [beeping]

And please,

keep Weirdlo and her weirdness

as far away from me as possible.

[crackles]

[rumbling]

[cackling]

[screams]

[screams]

Black hole dead ahead!

[grunts]

Aah! Ha-ha! [grunts]

[speaks gibberish]

[computer]

New destination coordinates denied.

[growls, speaks gibberish]

[metal creaking]

lmpact with black hole: one minute.

[Pleakley] What's gonna happen to us?

According to calculations, black hole

will transport us to volcano planet,

where we will be quickly

yet painfully vaporized!

- Vapor?

- Unless....

- "Unless"?

- Unless we alter destination

by disrupting event horizon

just before entry.

Is requiring small projectile

approximately 3-inch diameter

weighing 17.2 ounces.

But we don't have...

Wait a minute!

Lilo's rock!

- [beep]

- Ay! Is 22.3 ounces.

Gimme.

Impact with black hole: 30 seconds.

Go, little monster! Go, go, go!

Save us, save us,

from the black hole!

Yay!

[all] Aaah!

[cackles]

[croaks]

[rapid footsteps]

[growls]

[sniffing]

[grunting]

[speaks gibberish]

[gasps, speaks gibberish]

- [chuckles]

- [Nani] Lilo, I'm home.

- [gibberish]

- You in bed already?

[snoring]

Guess that answers that.

[cackles]

[# Theme to Hawaii Five-O]

It crash-landed in my backyard.

I bet it came to take you-know-who

back to planet Weirdlo.

Yeah. Lilo wasn't in class today.

- Maybe it ate her.

- Maybe it's gonna eat us all.

Well, I'm not gonna

wait around to get digested.

I'm telling Officer Kaihiko.

Come on, Gigi.

[snarls]

- Nice doggie.

- [barks]

- [screams]

- Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[computer]

Arrival clearance code approved.

They're letting us land.

Miss Grand Councilwoman!

Stitch is in trouble!

He's not in control of...

- Hello.

- Hamsterviel?

- "Hamsterveal"?

- It is pronounced Hamsterviel.

Dr. Jacques von Hamsterviel,

king, top ruler of the galaxy.

[cackles]

I'd get down and gloat in your faces,

but I can't get out this chair. Gantu!

Heh-heh! Nice cape.

- We're too late.

- Indeed.

I have taken over the Galactic Alliance

using my army of clones named Leroy.

- Leroy?

- What's wrong with Leroy?

Nothing. I like it.

- See?

- [growls]

You can't run the galaxy.

That's the Grand Councilwoman's job.

She has been demoted.

- Dr. Hamsterviel's office.

- [creature jabbering]

I'm sorry. He's in a meeting.

It'll never work. Stitch will stop you.

Hmm, Stitch? Sti...

Oh, you mean that weakling 626?

The one I sent tumbling

to his doom in a black hole?

Is that the Stitch to which

you are referring to?

- Black hole?

- Oh, don't worry.

He's got plenty of company.

That idiot scientist

and one-eyed noodley thing.

Jumba and Pleakley?

- What is it?

- Incoming call, sir,

- from a Mr. Leroy.

- Put him through!

What is the progress?

[speaks gibberish]

- Talk normal!

- All experiments captured.

Excellent! I'm on my way.

It has taken Leroy

a paltry few hours to succeed

while you took three years to fail.

- What is wrong with you?

- Well, I have a bad knee.

No! That was a rhetorical question.

You don't answer it!

Now will you get me down

from this chair.

Uh, was that a rhetorical question?

No! That one was not...

Get me down! Get me down!

[Gantu] What should I do

with the girl and 625?

- Take them to the prison block.

- Yes, sir.

Then pick up your final paycheck

and return your ID.

- What?!

- You heard me. You are fired.

Now that I have Leroy,

you are no longer needed.

But what about my future?

How am I supposed to pay the bills?

Well, why not write your memoirs?

Diary of an Incompetent

Fish-headed Minion:

The Idiot Years.

[sighs]

To assure my galactic dominance,

I am now off to Earth

to eliminate those pesky experiments!

Ah!

My years of devotion and hard work,

and this is how I'm rewarded?

You are right.

That gerbil treats you

like a pile of blitznak.

See, his problem is

he's got no aloha spirit.

But that will come back

and bite him in the tail someday.

'Cause you know, the aloha spirit

you give always comes back to you.

At least that's what Lilo says.

Though it looks like

her spirit's kind of broken.

Nani says aloha means

"hello" and "goodbye,"

but for us,

it mostly seems to mean goodbye.

You know, turns out I'm pretty strong.

I could maybe open this.

Whoa! Ha-ha! I am strong!

You didn't open the cell. I did.

I'm breaking you two out of here.

- Aloha.

- Aloha! Whoa-ohh!

[speaks gibberish]

[speaks gibberish]

625, when did you learn

to climb ceilings?

The name is Reuben.

Once we're through this airlock,

it's clear sailing to the spaceport.

- [gibberish]

- Uh-oh.

Hey, this looks like Pleakley's rock,

with a bite out of it.

Stitch!

- Ah!

- How did you get here?

- No time explaining.

- Hurry! Get in!

- Whaah! Gantu?

- No time explaining.

We've got to get back to Earth

and save the cousins.

Well, how will we all fit?

I could ride in the backety-back.

[cackles]

I wonder what they got

in store for us.

I heard Hamsterviel

is taking over the galaxy

and he brought us

all here to get rid of us.

It's OK.

We're just having a nightmare.

You know, I had a nightmare once.

I had to take a test on spaghetti.

I studied rigatoni.

I was late for class.

I was naked, fell off a cliff,

I tried to scream and I couldn't...

[speaks gibberish]

[growls, barks]

[cackling]

Finally! It is an evil dream come true.

All you ridiculous 625...

Actually, 624,

'cause you subtract Stitch and...

Whatever! Lock cannon on target!

[machine whirrs]

Not happening.

Not happening.

Aloha... as in goodbye.

[Stitch] Cowabunga!

Aaaah!

[laughs]

Heh-heh! Who knew carpool vans

had such sophisticated weapon systems?

My cannon! And you!

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