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.

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