Lilo & Stitch: The Series

Tookie bah waba!

Hao!

Iki bah bah.

Ha ha ha.

Ooocha! Chi-ka!

Today's speaker has helped thousands of people

through her syndicated TV and radio shows

and is the best-selling author of

I'm peachy, you're peachy.

Here's your water, doctor... whoa!

Oh, I'm sorry, doctor.

I'll get a mop, I'll get a mop.

Grr!

Ow! What is that thing?

A mutant porcupine or... or... buh!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the smartest person in the world,

Dr. Gladys okra.

Duh!

wee!

she doesn't sound nearly as smart as she does on TV.

What's that?

Aah!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Good work today, class,

but before you go I have a reminder.

Tomorrow is the ohanarama trivia championship,

and this year we have an outstanding grand prize.

Oh, goody. I get a prize.

And what makes you think your family's gonna win, myrtle?

Because we always win.

It's a brand-new computer.

Aah!

So brush up on your trivia.

But you already have a computer.

Three, actually. That's why I'm a child prodigy.

I bet lilo's not smart enough

to even have a computer.

I have advanced alien technology computers,

and then there's my dog.

He knows molecular physics.

Bark bark!

I always knew you were dense, lilo,

but I didn't know you could be outsmarted by a dog.

Yeah!

But I know one thing for sure.

If your family is half as thick as you are,

you don't stand a chance at the ohanarama.

Gadjanafee!

No, stitch. We're going to need

more than a voodoo doll to beat myrtle.

Her family does always win somehow.

Jumba, have you seen the colander?

Hey! That better be an electric spaghetti strainer

or we're having soggy pasta.

Is not for cooking, is eviliminator,

new genius way for turning experiments from bad to good.

I'm testing on experiment 110,

designed to annoy enemies with non-stop talking.

Anyway, she's a sagittarius, I'm a Leo,

so we're really good... Hey, what's going on?

Oh, is that for me? What's it do?

Hey, jumba, maybe we can out for ice cream later, huh?

Can we, can we, can we?

My favorite's pistachio, but rocky road's pretty good, too.

I also like peppermint cherry and chocolate almond

and cookie double crunch and pumpkin blueberry

mocha mint Chip, and of course that seasonal ho-ho-ho.

Get it? Christmas. Ha ha!

Vanilla bean, tutti-frutti, fudge nut swirl,

butter pecan, apple walnut, banana chocolate Chip,

BlackBerry ice, chocolate banana hazelnut,

cashew butter crunch, maple parfait, cinnamon banana walnut,

lemon sorbet, coconut pineapple, key lime, pistachio...

Stop talking!

Strawberry, praline, carmel honey or cinnamon crunch...

Eh, perhaps polarity needs minor re-adjustamentation.

Has it ever occurred to you

that there might be a better way

to turn evil experiments to good, huh?

Better than untested hazardous technology?

Impossible! No such thing exists.

Well, Mr. I'm-such-

a-super-genius-i-think-i-know-everything-

and-never-give-my-roommate-any-credit- even-when-he's-right-

especially-about-wearing white-after-labor-day...

I've been watching Dr. Okra on TV

and have learned how earthlings deal with their emotional problems.

It's fascinating. First they all sit in a circle,

and then, uh, hugging,

crying, oh, and throwing chairs!

Evil genius jumba is intrigued.

Jumba, pleakley, get your hat and wig!

We need to go to the museum to brush up on our trivia.

Gentlemen, you are the finest minds on the planet,

and together you're gonna whup myrtle edmonds

in the ohanarama tomorrow.

The owhattawhoda?

Ohanarama. It's a contest.

Kind of like a game show.

Hey, if fun inane contest is not until tomorrow

why are we not relaxationing at home

with frosty beverage?

Practice. Trivia contests mean you have to know

every fact about anything that ever happened anywhere.

Ow!

Ooh! Free soda!

How come you're not on the team with us?

Well, I'm just a dopey little earthling,

and we need alien geniuses on our team.

Heh! Then why is pleakley here?

Hey! Ha ha! Kidding.

Ookataka! Biddadubya gigga ramond akachuta.

Everything going ok? Ookataka!

Hmm. Is reminding me of ex-wife.

Before facelift.

"Wash with like colors only."

They're sure to ask that question.

Aah!

Experiment 319! Run!

Stitch, that's one of your cousins!

Grr!

Oh!

Ow! Ooh! Ow!

Magata!

Unh!

Yee-hah! Ow!

Ha ha ha!

Way to go, stitch.

Stitch, what's wrong?

Buh!

Now this might pinch a little.

Please try to be more cushy with the tushy!

Well, it's your own fault... Ow!

Mr. Evil-experiment-maker.

Wow. That's a huge bandage.

Ooh! It's going to be long time

before sitting on evil genius keister.

Jumba, why weren't you affected by spike?

Spike?

Experiment 319.

I'm calling him spike.

Name is all too appropriate,

but to answer question,

even jumba's superior alien bottom

is not immune to spikey spikes.

Then how come you're not acting dopey like stitch?

Well, for because jumba designed experiment 319

to take normally intelligent planetary populations

and increase silly goof factor by 99%

leaving only 1% clever.

So?

So even 1% jumba's brains

is plenty super genius. Ha ha!

Heh! Hi!

Huh? Grr! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

Oh, brother.

Tell me this is only temporary.

In 48 hours, 626 will be

back to having brain like supercomputer.

Until then you will have to settle

for brain of a chicken salad.

Ha ha ha! Shouldn't laugh.

But the ohanarama is tomorrow

and we need 3 people to play.

Then little girl must compete.

I can't play against myrtle.

I'd just mess everything up.

What if I rebuilt stitch's smarts from scratch?

626 does have accelerated memory rebooting capabilities.

Good enough for me. Come on, stitch.

Stitch!

Guuh!

So what do we do with this guy?

Just give me few minutes to recalibrate eviliminator.

Oh, no, you don't!

But little girl is busy

un-unsmartifying experiment 626.

How is 319 supposed to be converted to good?

I'll use the Dr. Okra method.

It looks like we're all here, so let's begin.

Using my extensive earth expertise,

I've adapted Dr. Okra's theories into my very own seminar

entitled "evil attitude re-modification

and wayward anger extraction,"

or as I like to call it, e.A.R.W.A.X.

Oh.

We'll begin with level one: Sharing.

Fibber here will buzz if you don't tell the truth,