B-Bye!
Historic Old Kokaua Town!
The book says it has lava tubes, a world famous natural history museum...
Look, Mary! Look! Look!
An authentic local merchant selling authentic local produce...
...at an authentic local fruit stand!
Charles, I hope you have more on your mind than photography.
It's our honeymoon.
Excuse me, ma'am, might you have any passion fruit?
Oh, what's that?
"Kick, uh, you hard in the hand real good?"
No, passion fruit!
Well, why didn't you say so, dearie? Wait here.
Get a shot of me next to these mangos.
Charles! What is that?
Good gravy!
I do believe that's Ramalama oceanis, the Hawaiian Shellhorn Sheep!
Here ya go, guy.
What do you say?
Two passion fruit.
What's that? Fashion flute?
Passion fruit! What are you, hard of hearing?
I call ít..."Mertle's Mural".
It would be painted on the south wall, which is really ugly.
We should do my project because
it's obviously better than anyone else's. The end.
- That was so great! - Your project's gonna be picked!
- I got all choked up! - Thank you, Mertle. Lilo, you're next.
Aliens are not just folktales.
They are real, and they can be deadly!
Aliens are really sneaky.
They can be twenty feet tall and look like a whale!
Or they can disguise themselves as your very own uncle.
Or your aunt.
They shoot laser beams and...
...they can even rampage through a city...
...destroying everything in sight.
They can strike anywhere at any time.
Including... here!
- Is she serious? - Aliens?
That dog is so ugly!
Lilo!
The Kaiaulu Hale is a happy place,
but only because we are all blissfully ignorant of the alien scourge...
...which threatens to enslave all of humanity...
...bending us to its twisted will...
...and making us eat limes.
Lilo!
What is your idea to improve Kaiaulu Hale?
I think we need to install an alien invasion alarm.
For the good of all humankind.
And any friendly aliens who may or may not be disguised as my dog.
Lilo's the only alien around here.
Well, there were some excellent ideas today.
But we can only have one improvement project,
so on Saturday we will begin work on... Mertle's mural.
I knew it!
It will be so awesome!
I still think we need a hockey rink.
Lilo? I know you're disappointed.
But if you really think we need an alarm, maybe...
...you should write the mayor. - The mayor would never listen to me.
I'm three feet tall.
But even small people can have big voices.
Behold...
...Earth's most miraculous creation.
The precious, delicate, oh so fluffy soufflé.
Did I do that?
- Jumba? - Yes, I heard.
There was one just the same this morning.
Well, what could it be?
- Come back here, líttle trog. - Gantu!
Well, it's not an alien alarm, we know that.
This is our top of the line home theater system.
I really just came in for a new camera.
It's our honeymoon.
There you are, noisy little demon.
Gotcha!
Attentíon shoppers. See our home theater systems.
A pícture so bíg ít híts you líke a ton of brícks!
Oh, blitznak.
Aloha, Cousin!
I'll chase you to the last quadrant of this miserable planet!
Let's go, Stitch! They're getting away!
What's wrong, Stitch?
Can you hear me!?
His hearing's broken!
Thís ís work of experíment 613.
Was first attempt to wreak havoc with high decibel sonic disturbance...
...resonant compression and oscillating vibrational distortion.
Simple to say, he makes loud noises.
Gotcha.
Sonic blast can shatter windows...
...flatten buildings, and cause acute loss of hearing.
Acute loss of hearing.
Acute loss of hearing!
Jumba, there's nothing "cute" about hearing loss.
Is correct. Fortunately, in 626's case, is only temporary.
Good. We can catch 613...
...and still be home in time to write a letter to the mayor before dinner.
- Come on, Stitch. - No, no, no...
Six-Two-Six's super-hearing makes him super-sensitive
to super-sonic attack. He can't go.
Can't you make him something like Gantu's earmuffs?
Of course! Can have ready by next Tuesday.
Tuesday?
- Monday is federal holiday. - Then it's hopeless.
Gantu's gonna get him.
Sadly, is looking like victory for big dummy.
Unless we find experiment-hunter with no ears at all.
I can't get these earrings to stay on.
Has anyone seen the duct tape?
What? I'm going to the store.
It's my disguise, remember?
Pleakley, we need your help capturing experiment 613.
Me? You must be joking!
Wait a second.
If he doesn't have any ears, how can he hear what we're saying?
My Plorgonarian quark flange can read several strata
of sub-space aether-transmissions. Though it is a challenge to accessorize.
- Have you ever fired a weapon? - No.
- Ever driven a motor vehicle? - No.
Ever had any conditioning or training in hand-to-hand combat?
- Does step aerobics count? - No.
Then, no. So I guess I don't qualify, huh?
Boot camp!
Hey, watch where you're pointing that! That tickles!
"Enclosed you will find a profile...
...of at least one hostile extra terrestrial
already inhabiting the island.
He's a big dummy."
- I'm not designed for this! - Hold still!
"Please, Mr. Mayor, help us make the city a safer place...
...for all earthlings and friendly aliens...
...and formerly evil genius aliens."
It's no use!
He's never gonna pay attention to a letter written by a kid.
He is ready.
Cybernetic implants, nocturnal activities facilitator...
...everything he needs to catch an experiment.
And look! I finally perfected new attachment for blaster.
Watch closely.
Pleakley, are you sure you're ready for this?
Posi-lutely not. I'm just a little guy.
This is a big job.
Little guy, big voice!
Come on! Let's see your game face.
Jumba, are you sure this is gonna work?
This thing's great! Does it have an upholstery attachment?
In quantum physics, nothing is sure. Maybe we get lucky.
According to ultra-sensitive sonic tracking equipment...
...experiment 613 is inside this lava tube.
I left the stove on at home!
You can do this.
We're talking about one eensy-teensy little deadly mutant alien.
- What if Gantu shows up? - Don't worry.
We've got a plan for Gantu.
Stitch, you're on.
There you are, you cacophonous creature!
Good guys: One; Gantu: Zero.
Just remember - head up, shoulders back.
Make sure safety's off before you fire, and squeeze the trigger.
Got it.
Not stealing... borrowing!
Oh blitznak.
...trigger a fire, back up your safety...
Could we have our clothes back?
We're on our honeymoon.
Congratulations!
Okay, I'm enteríng a large cavern.
There's somethíng else ín here, but he sounds whíny and scared.
That's your echo, Pleakley.
Oh, ríght.
I know you're here! Come out!
Safety off, and squeeze trigger.
It's still in reverse!
Oh dear...
Let's get a new guidebook.
Run! Run!!
Pleakley! Pleakley! Do you read me? Pleakley?
Under a lot of rubble. Rubble's hard by the way.
Not soft, hard.
Thank Pluzork I'm alive!
And the rockslide seems to have stabilized.
Never mind.
I'll... get you!
More rubble!
All there is is rubble!
And still not soft!
He's a little guy, to have such a big voice.
Duck! Dodge! Spin!
Tuck! Roll! Arabesque!
Grand jete!
Did I do that?
Well, aren't you sweet?
Daddy's sorry he blasted baby into the wall. Yes he is!
Yes he is, a little baby with a big voice... Gotta go!
So, it's you!
That's it, I'm going in after him.
Wait. Look!
Pleakley!
It's okay, Yaarp!
- She's a friend! - Yaarp?
What? Only you get to name experiments?
Pleakley, you manage to amaze a brain even as big as mine.
Stitch... Pleakley did it! We've got "Yaarp."
So shake the big dummy and meet us back at the house.
I'm sorry, he can't come to the phone.
- Leave your name and number... - Gantu! What did you do with Stitch?
You mean experíment 626? The líttle trog ís ríght here.
But I'm willing to give him back in exchange for experiment 613.
Okay, what say we meet at... the old lighthouse?
Oh no you don't.
- We're meeting somewhere public. - Drat. He's on to us.
All right. How about the new natural history exhibit at the museum?
Finally. A nice, calm museum.
Did you know whales are protected by up to 25 tons of blubber?
This one looks particularly blubbery.
It's muscle, not blubber.
- Earth girl. - Big dummy.
Foolish earth forms! He's not sound-proofed?
Because we're plotting to rescue Stitch.
Say again?
'Cause we've trained him to obey his masters.
Ah. Well, I suppose that'll save Hämsterviel the trouble.
- Now hand him over. - Hold it. Where's Stitch?
See how easy this can be? Alloy-ha, losers!
Burglar alarm! First floor!
Wait! Stop it. Stop shoving!
I gotta document this!
I thought this was going too smoothly.
We have the suspect surrounded.
Blitznak!
Did you get a good look at him?
Yes, sir. He looked like a... a whale, sir.
- I'm afraid he got away. - Huh.
My city is being bullied by a rampaging whale?
Excuse me, did you say "your city"?
Yes, I did. Mayor Analu. Who are you?
She's the one that tripped the alarm.
My name's Lilo. And I didn't trip the alarm.
It was my... pet...
large horned... wild... pig.
Your pig tripped the alarm?
No, he ís the alarm.
That's a big voice for such a little fella.
Well... Thanks for your help, Lilo.
Small person... big voice!
- Mr. Mayor! - Yes.
I uh... thought you should know that the whale isn't really a whale.
It's not?
Nope. Actually, he's a space alien.
Thank goodness.
I'd have a hard time explaining a rampaging whale to the city council.
It's occurred to me that some of the most important buildings
might benefit from having alien invasion alarms installed.
An alien invasion alarm system?
- That's the most ridic... - Are you the mayor here?
Yes. What can I do for you?
You have ruined our honeymoon!
Your city is crawling with weird creatures.
We're leaving immediately, and we are never coming back!
Good day!
In the interest of continued tourism, you, uh...
...might like to read this.
So, girls. If you ever see signs of hostile extra terrestrial activity...
...just push this button.
He's got amazing power, for a little guy.
Just like a certain one eyed, experiment-catching wonder
of my close personal acquaintance.
Sir, you don't really believe in this alien invasion nonsense, do you?
Of course not.
But someday, these little girls will be voters, too.