Lilo And Stitch

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(mysterious music playing)

(electronic surge thumps)

(steady beeping)

(clank)

(rumbling)

(whooshing)

(clank)

(electronic beeping)

(crowd murmuring)

(electric surge thumps)

(footsteps thudding)

(ominous music playing)

(female voice):

Read the charges.

Dr. Jumba Jookiba...

lead scientist of

Galaxy Defense Industries...

you stand before this council

accused of illegal

genetic experimentation.

(electronic whirring)

(thud)

GRAND COUNCIL WOMAN:

How do you plead?

Not guilty!

My experiments

are only theoretical...

completely

within legal boundaries.

We believe you actually

created something.

Created something?! Ha!

But that would be irresponsible

and unethical.

I would never, ever...

(whooshes softly)

...make more than one.

(growling and snarling)

(clanks)

(all gasping)

What is that monstrosity?

Monstrosity!

What you see before you

is the first of a new species.

I call it Experiment 6-2-6.

(snarling)

JUMBA:

He is bulletproof, fireproof

and can think faster

than supercomputer.

He can see in the dark

and move objects

His only instinct:

To destroy

everything he touches!

(laughing maniacally)

So, it is a monster.

Hey, just a little one.

It is an affront to nature.

It must be destroyed!

Calm yourself, Captain Gantu.

Perhaps it can be reasoned with.

Experiment 6-2-6

give us some sign you understand

any of this.

Show us that there is something

inside you that is good.

(clearing throat)

ALL:

Hmm?

Meega, nala kweesta!

(horrified gasps)

(retching)

So naughty!

(cackling sinisterly)

I didn't teach it that.

Place that idiot scientist

under arrest!

I prefer to be called

"evil genius"!

And as for that abomination...

(slurping)

...it is the flawed product

of a deranged mind.

(glass squeaking)

It has no place among us.

Captain Gantu, take him away.

With pleasure.

(knuckles cracking)

(muttering)

(clanking)

(snarling)

(squeaks)

(jabbering)

(yelps)

Hmm.

(gurgling)

(clanking and whirring)

(snorting)

Uncomfortable?

Oh...

Good!

The council has banished you

to exile on a desert asteroid.

So, relax... enjoy the trip

and don't get any ideas.

These guns are locked

onto your genetic signature.

They won't shoot anyone but you.

(ferocious snarl)

Ow! Why, you!

(clearing throat)

May I remind the captain

that he is on duty.

(pistol squeaks and pops)

Secure the cell!

Aye, Captain.

(whirs and thuds)

(hatch whirs shut)

FEMALE OFFICER:

Captain on deck.

All ahead full.

(seat cushion hisses)

(controls beeping)

Do... Does this, uh,

look infected to you?

(engine whooshing)

(dramatic music plays)

(guns whirring)

(clicking and whirring)

Oh!

(throaty gurgling)

(high-pitched squeal)

(gurgling and whirring

continue)

Quiet, you.

(growling and snorting)

Gunfire in the cell bay!

Open a channel.

(teeth chattering)

(chuckling)

(whimpering)

(guns zapping)

(alarm buzzing)

He's loose on Deck C!

Red alert.

Seal off the deck!

(yelps, grunts)

(whimpering)

(grunting)

Security,

converge on door seven!

(Gantu over intercom):

Deadly force authorized.

Fire on sight!

There he is!

(squealing)

Security to Bridge.

It's in the ventilation system.

(footsteps clicking)

He's headed for the power...

(engines whining)

...grid.

(loud thud, whooshing)

What was that?

I don't think he's

on the ship anymore.

Confirmed.

He's taken a police cruiser.

(alarm beeping)

Yeah... he took the red one.

(horn honking)

Yee-haw!

(weapon fire crackling)

(yelling)

(weapons zapping)

(whooshing)

(grunts)

(engines whining)

Hmm?!

PILOT:

That's it!

We got it.

We got it!

(shouting and laughing)

COMPUTERVOICE:

Hyperdrive activated.

System charging.

He's engaged his H-drive!

COMPUTER:

Warning...

guidance is not functional.

Pursuit Commander

that crazy trog is

about to make a jump!

COMMANDER:

Break formation!

Get clear of that ship!

Navigation failure.

Do not engage hyper...

(thunderous explosion)

(electrical crackling)

(pounds chair)

(frustrated sigh)

Get me Galactic Control.

(door whooshes)

Where is he?!

He's still in hyperspace.

Where will he exit?

Calculating now...

quadrant 17, section 0-0-5,

area 51.

A planet called... Ee-arth.

I want an expert on this planet

in here now!

(monitor beeping)

What is that?

Water. Most of the planet

is covered in it.

He won't survive in water.

His molecular density

is too great.

(relieved sighs)

(beeping continues)

No...

(bell dinging)

(clamoring)

Of course.

How much time do we have?

We have projected his landing

at three hours, 42 minutes.

Oh, we have to gas the planet.

Hold it!

Hold everything!

Earth is a protected

wildlife preserve.

Yeah. We've been using it

to rebuild

the mosquito population

which, need I remind you,

is an endangered species!

Am I to assume

you are the expert?

(laughing modestly):

Oh, I don't know about "expert."

(clears throat)

Agent Pleakley at your service.

Can we not simply

destroy the island?

No! Crazyhead!

The mosquito's food of choice,

primitive humanoid life forms

have colonies

all over that planet.

Are they intelligent?

No, but they're very delicate.

In fact, every time an asteroid

strikes their planet

they have to begin life

all over.

(sighs)

It's fascinating, isn't it?

With this,

I've been able to study...

What if our military forces

just landed there?

Well, that'd be a bad idea!

These are extremely

simple creatures, miss.

Landing there would create mass

mayhem and planet-wide panic!

A quiet capture would require

an understanding of 6-2-6

that we do not possess!

Who, then, Mr. Pleakley, would

you send for his extraction?

Does he have a brother?

Close grandmother, perhaps?

(angry shouting)

(insane jabbering)

Friendly cousin?

Neighbor with a beard?

(inmates chanting furiously)

(whirring)

(electrical humming)

(enraged roaring)

(gobbling)

(sniffles)

(Jumba murmuring)

(laughing sinisterly)

He got away?

I'm sure this comes

as no surprise to you.

I designed this creature

for to be unstoppable.

Which is precisely why you

must now bring him back.

What? Me?

And to reward you

we are willing to trade

your freedom for his capture.

(sighs)

Maybe direct hit

from plasma cannon

might stun him long enough to...

Plasma cannon granted.

Do we have a bargain, Dr. Jumba?

(grunts)

B-B-But it's a delicate planet!

(singsong):

Who's going to control him?

You will.

Very good, Your Highness.

I... I didn't quite...

(door slams shut)

Uh, you're not joking!

So, tell me,

my little one-eyed one

on what poor, pitiful,

defenseless planet

has my monstrosity

been unleashed?

MAN WITH CHORUS:

# Mahalo nui ia #

# Ke Ali iwahine #

# O Lili ulani #

# O ka Wohi ku #

# Ka pipio mai o ke anuenue #

# Na waihooluu a halikeole #

# E nana na maka

i ke ao malama #

# Mai Hawaii akea i Kauai... #

(hula drums beating

midtempo rhythm)

(man shouts joyously

in Hawaiian)

MAN:

# O Kal'kaua he inoa #

# O Ka pua mae ole i ka l' #

# Ka pua maila i ka mauna #

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