Lilo & Stitch 2: Stitch Has a Glitch Page #2

- BOTH:
Trouble?

- Well, all out of lemonade.

Anyway, I know my sister

is very sorry and didn't mean it.

- Very sorry.

- See?

- But I did mean it.

- Lilo?

Next time,

Mertle Edmonds is going down.

She's going way down.

- (MIMICS CROWD CHEERING)

- (NANI CHUCKLES)

No more pro wrestling for you.

Where is she? Where is she?

- Wow.

- Ai-kapulu.

There's our precious angel, who must

be the victim of a misunderstanding.

- Oh, no, no...

- Where is she?

- Jumba. What are you doing?

- Don't worry. The cavalry has arrived.

- There she is.

- No, no, no, no.

Somebody give this kid gold star,

she's so good.

I don't believe we've met.

This is Uncle Jumba and

I'm Auntie Pleakley. Enchante.

On second thought, Kumu,

we should talk outside.

It's not polite to interrupt your auntie.

- Knock, knock.

- David.

How's it, everybody?

You remember my Auntie Pleakley

and Uncle Jumba, right?

- Uh...

- Say something.

Uh...

- Nice hat.

- Why, thank you, David.

See? Uncle Jumba

said it made me look top-heavy.

Aunt Pleakley wanted the truth.

What we want and what we need

are entirely different things.

It's true what they say.

Men are from Mars,

and women are from Venus.

- Nani.

- Yeah? Uh-huh?

You've been stressing,

so I got movie tickets.

Movie?

David, I would love to, really,

but I'm gonna have to rain check.

- That's okay. I understand.

- Great. Thanks for understanding.

I dare you to say that's not flattering,

even on him.

Okay, I'm sure that Kumu

isn't interested in this.

- Nice to be meeting you.

- Au revoir.

Bye-bye.

Boy. Good thing we were here.

I'm not talking to you.

Ha-ha...

Sorry about the relatives, Kumu.

Yeah, sorry. Thanks for coming.

See ya at the competition.

(LOCK CLICKS)

Lilo?

I know you want to be

in the competition,

but your behavior today

makes me think you're not ready.

No. I'm ready. It's just...

Mertle pushed my buttons.

I'll be good. I mean it.

I hope so. If there's any more trouble,

you won't be allowed in the competition.

I promise. There won't be any trouble.

I promise, promise.

I triple promise.

- Okay, then.

- Thank you, Kumu.

You don't have to worry.

I've seen the error of my ways.

I will be good from now on

and be the best hula dancer ever.

You'll see. I can do it.

There's no way I can do this.

Just because my mom was

a great hula dancer doesn't mean I am.

The only thing I know

I inherited from her is, well, Nani.

Yeuch!

What if Mertle's right

and everything I do is gonna be stinky?

Maybe I'm just stinky...

Like cheese.

(MUTTERS)

But my mom was beautiful

like an orchid and graceful like a wave.

I'll never be like her.

You think I can do it?

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