Jumba! Jumba! Slow down! Where are you going? Include me! Include me!
Something is wrong with 626.
What is it?
I don't know!
You don't know? You won't tell? [a leave hits his face] Ow! My good eye! [follows Jumba into the ship, then crosses his arms, looking away from him] You don't trust me. Fine! If you won't tell me what's going on, then I won't tell you something. Ooh! What an interesting secret that I have, that I won't tell Jumba. [a mechanical arm with a sample container pops out] Oh, my, it's a juicy one.
Quiet, you!
Okay, I don't have a secret, but don't shut me out. Let me in. Let me... [sees a sample of blue fur] What's that?
It's a sample of Stitch's fur. [the sample container arm with the sample of Stitch's fur retracts back] Now we shall see. [The super-computer glows with green light as the screen turns on, showing a lowering charge meter beside an image of Stitch] No. [horrified] No. [realizing; enraged] THOSE IDIOT POLICE!!! [calms down] I hoped this day would never come.
What are you talking about? What is wrong with Stitch?
During his creation, Stitch was never fully charged. [the scene fades to a flashback showing outer space, the windows of a building on a space rock flash green. Inside, Jumba cackles as green energy crackles from a device on the ceiling. He laughs] There it is! [continues cackling as the green energy zaps around a glass container, showing a ball of blue smoke. As he cackles so hard, he turns off the device, then coughs] Not so easy on the throat. [approaches the container to see a blue ball inside] Oh! Can it be? Have I done it? [The ball unfolds, revealing Stitch in his alien form, looking around, much to Jumba's amazement] He's so cute, so fluffy, even. [brings his face to the glass as Stitch sniffs, then backs up as Jumba yells] Where did I go wrong?! [Stitch pounces at the glass, making Jumba flinch as he laughs] What a relief. [chuckles] Your name is 626. Isn't that nice? [as Stitch growls, Jumba grabs an extendable charging cable] Oh, I know. I know. You wanna get out, and wreak some havoc, but your molecules need to be charged. [plugs the cable into the container, causing its trim to glow green, then pats it] That's the most important part. [walks over to look at the screen which shows the charge meter rising] Meanwhile, I have a little surprise for you. [Stitch hops excitedly] Close your eyes. [Stitch opens one eye] Uh-uh. No peeking. He cheats already.
Oh, jiggiebig! [covers his hands over his eyes while Jumba chuckles]
Ta-da!
Ooh! [excitedly speaks alien language as he claws at the container]
If it's too big, I had it taken in. [hears a bang on the door] Uh-oh.
Huh?
Open up! Intergalactic Police!
There's nobody home. Uh, check in the mail. [the door molts] I'm in the tub.
You are under arrest for illegal genetic experimentation!
You idiots! You'll ruin everything! [as the gator guards pull him back from the container with Stitch still inside] Oh, no!
Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the Council. [as Jumba drops to the floor, the leader lifts his visor to speak to his friends] You two, get the evidence.
No, stop! Stop! His molecules aren't fully charged! [one gator guard pulls the cable out of its socket on the container] No, no! No! [as the charge meter on screen turns red, yellow and orange, the second gator guard, with his visor up, drops the cable, realizing his mistake] Oh!
Warning. Warning. Warning. Electromagnetic bonding incomplete.
No! No! There's no telling what will happen! [breaks free from the lead gator guard's grip, but he grabs him again] Let me go! No! WHAT WILL BECOME OF MY LITTLE MONSTROSITY?!?!?!?! [gets dragged away; in the present] And now, his circuits are going haywire!
That's why he was freaking out in the house!
He can't control it. If it continues, his circuits will burn themselves out like supernova!
Can you fixed him?
I must, or my little Stitch will shut down for good. [The view closes in on the charge meter still dropping]


