01x34 - Sample

[bunniefuu]

Tookie bah waba!

Hao!

Iki bah bah.

Ha ha ha.

♪ I Laila 'o kaua'i la ♪

♪ no malihini ohana ♪

♪ welcome, cousins,
a-come on by ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

♪ I Laila 'o kaua'i la ♪

♪ no malihini ohana ♪

♪ welcome, cousins,
a-come on by ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

Ha ha ha!

♪ Iki tookie nee hi! ♪

♪ Iki tookie nee hi! ♪

♪ Aka tiki bah bah ♪

♪ aka tiki bah bah ♪

♪ gabba ika tasoopa? ♪

♪ Gabba ika tasoopa? ♪

Ooocha! Chi-ka!

♪ Miki miki coconut ♪

♪ I Laila 'o kaua'i la ♪

♪ no malihini ohana ♪

♪ welcome, cousins,
a-come on by ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

♪ aloha, e komo mai ♪

Pleakley, what are you doing?

Shh. It's about to happen...

The most exciting,
climactic moment

of the daily earth experience!

Mail call!

Akata!

Ooh! Ooh! Evil geniuses first.

. % a.P.R. For me.

"You may already be
a winner" for jumba.

Once-a-year white sale

for resident.

I'm resident!

Even something
for the little monster.

Oh. Agapa?

Hmm. It's from the
lady at the animal shelter

where we adopted you.

It says it's time
for your sh*ts.

Oh. Ok.

Bye-bye!

Oh, no, you don't!

Go away!

Come back here!

Abata iki!

Aah!

Abba-tooka!

Look! "Mrs. P. Leakley

"has been selected out
of millions of earthlings

for this one-of-a-kind offer."

Me, too!

Hey!

Stitch, come down.

If you don't get your sh*ts,

you could catch
a mutating virus!

Nagga sh*ts.

Ouchie!

Ok.

How about this?

If you come down
and get your sh*ts,

you can have coconut cake

for breakfast.

Coconut cake and coffee?

Deal.

Look at this!

An aliens convention.

I've got to go, jumba.

Why?

Don't you understand?

It's a gathering of other aliens

living here on earth.

I am not so sure if flyer

is so exactly meaning that.

Oh, of course it does!

Why, I could run in to
some of my old friends

from earth expert school.

Oh, I'm all atwitter!

Just think, we are not alone.

I bet I outhit you by yards.

You didn't even hit it yards.

Huh. I could've
sworn... ah, well.

Oh, man!

That noise is making me crazy!

And in order to achieve success,

you must never accept failure.

Tell yourself that
you are a doer!

I am a doer.

Louder! Make your mama proud!

I am a doer!

Hey, do boy, would
you keep it down?

I'm trying to savor
a salami sub in here.

Warning.

Experiment activated.

Sonic annoyance.

Hmm. Drives people mad

by sampling sounds
and repeating them

in an endless, grating rhythm.

, today I will be successful.

I'm ordering you to not
let me back in the ship

unless I have captured
that experiment.

Remember, no matter what I say,

no matter how
much I implore you,

do not let me back in

unless I've captured
the experiment.

Oh, yeah. Ha!

That'll work.

I heard that!

All done?

Good. Now let's
go get your sh*ts.

Ikata! Zombies!

Where? Hey!

We made a deal.

Come on. You promised.

I'm in the shower!

♪ La la ♪

♪ la la ♪

♪ la la la la... ♪

Aah!

I am a doer.

I am a doer.

Success is within my grasp.

All I have to do is seize it.

Ooh-whee! You are one ugly dog.

Hey, come back here!

I am a doer!

Huh?

Oh, blitznak.

Oh, dear.

Not again.

Hello. I have something here

that you might be interested in.

No, I'm not calling
from a distant galaxy.

We're here to see the something.

If you guys are alien hunters,

why are you dressed like aliens?

Well, we're going to
an aliens convention,

so my mom made these costumes

out of her old trailer awn...

Infiltrate and
assimilate, ma'am.

These costumes allow us to walk

among the e.T.S undetected.

Merwin, look at that.

You think that's
a real live... Alien?

I think so.

Dean, we are
going to totally rock

the aliens convention!

You mean, like last year?

Fellow believers, I,
merwin finklestein,

professional alien hunter,

present a real live alien.

Dude, that's an ostrich.

No, not like last year.

Uhh! Stitch!

We made a deal.

Uhh! It's just a
couple of sh*ts.

Uhh! Nagga boo-too.

Madam, we take this creature

in the name of space science,

for the benefit and advancement

of all humankind.

It's a nice, safe place.

Don't worry.

Look! Another alien!

Grab him! Put him in chains!

Hey! Aah!

He's on the ceiling.

Get him!

What are you doing?!

Leave stitch alone!

Stitch! Look, it's a... Cousin.

Ha! Gotcha!

Aah! Ooh! Uhh!

Ouch.

Oh, uh, we come in peace.

Live long and prosper.

Aah!

Dean!

Come on!

That alien stole our alien!

Shh. You got to
keep it down, little guy.

They'll find us.

Be quiet.

Quiet... Ohh!

Stupid, rocky earth material!

Experiment!

I am a doer.

I am a doer.

Come on!

Uhh uhh! Ikki takka!

Hey, these tikis would look cool

in your mom's basement.

Right.

And where am I supposed to keep

all my comic books?

Oh, yeah.

Come on!

Come on!

Basement. Basement. B-b-b...

Aah! Yikes!

So, thought you could hide, huh?

Sorry, kids. This
little alien is...

Mine!

Another one!

And he's big, outer space big.

Forget these little guys.

Let's bag him!

Ookie takka!

Out of my way, earth forms!

Hold it right there, alien.

A plasma converting
pulse Cannon series!

The most feared
w*apon in the galaxy!

Only one known countermeasure.

Run!

That alien totally thinks

your ray g*n is real.

What's it made of?

Toilet paper rolls
and aluminum foil.

Cool.

, open the door!

Eh, where's the experiment?

What?!

Sorry, squiggly.

Can't let you in
without the experiment.

Hey, your orders.

By the fires of
the planet kremlot,

I'll break every bone in your...

I think he went over that way.

Hey, is experiment .

Designed to copy sounds

and play them back

in annoying musical rhythm,

driving entire
populace to madness

and leading to
planet-wide mayhem.

Ha ha!

But is snappy b*at, no?

Ha ha ha.

So it samples whatever it hears.

I guess I could call him sample.

Sample. S-s-s-sample.

Sample, sample,
sample, sample...

Well, I'm off to the convention.

Wow! I didn't even know

you still had that outfit.

Bye-bye!

Holding right there.

You cannot going
dressing like that.

Oh, don't tell me,

the epaulets clash
with my skin tone.

I know, but I can't help it.

They're standard issue.

Is not that.

Alien hunters and spies

will be drawn to big
meeting of aliens.

You could be blowing
our cover big time.

Oh, pish posh.

This is obviously the alien
social event of the season,

and I, for one, am
not going to miss out.

Besides, I'll keep
one big eye out

for your alien hunters.

Ah, I'm coming, too.

Making sure not blowing cover.

You maybe have one big eye,

but also, one tiny brain.

Stitch?

Where did you put sample?

Mmm. Away.

Pleakley must have
forgot his keys again.

Help! You must hide me. Uhh!

Why would we help you?

The alien hunters.
They're after me!

Alien hunters?!

What'd you lead them here for?

They're coming!

Please. I'll do
anything you ask.

All right.

We'll help you
hide if you promise,

if you really promise to be good

and not try to take sample.

The experiment? But I...

look, its tracks lead up here.

Ok, I promise. I promise.

Just tell me where to hide!

Quick! Under the sofa.

Uh-huh. No good.

How about upstairs?

I bet it went inside.

Hurry! Hurry!

The hall closet! Quick!

Uhh!

Uhh! Uhh!

Uhh!

What was that?

No! Quiet!

Quiet!

Something tells me

we just hit the alien jackpot!

Give me a boost, Dean.

The aliens are
definitely inside.

Quiet. Qui-qui-quiet...

Isn't there any way

to shut that abomination up?

Come on. Basement, basement,

b-b-b-basement.

Basement.
B-b-b-b-basement... Sample.

Sample, sample,

sample, sample, sample...

There's got to be some way

to get in there!

Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!

They're coming
through the window!

Huh?

Uh, I'm not here.

Uhh! Uhh!

Merwin?

If you're not gonna help,
then leave me alone!

But...

The door's unlocked.

Oh. I knew that.

Quick! Everyone this way!

Uhh!

Aha! Dirty space bugs!

It's pointless to hide.

Ikkata! Ikkata!

I'm coming.

Uhh!

Looks like we got the big prize.

What... what happened to gantu?

Uhh!

Uhh!

Uhh! Huh?

Oh, no.

Aka boo.

No. We can't just
leave him behind.

We promised to help him,

and a deal's a deal.

Ok.

Hey, where'd everybody go?

Aah! Uhh!

You see, gentlemen,

I told you it would be easy.

Uhh!

Stupid head.

Gantu, you can't
let them take you

to the aliens convention.

They'll tell everybody
you're an alien.

Correction.

They'll tell everybody
you're aliens.

But we made a deal.

And I made a new deal.

I affect your capture,

you appear in the
alien demonstration

at the convention,

and then they hand
over to me.

Uhh! Gabba!

Shoobie cheebba!

Quiet, trog.

We'll turn that plasma
Cannon on you.

Is my hair on straight?

That's better.

But you don't need it.

I feel completely at home here.

Ha! You say.

I think you're sticking
out like sore thumb.

Greetings, fellow aliens.

Shee. Then again,
maybe is my thumb

that is sticking and soreing.

See? Did I not tell you.

I did. I told you.

Eat laser, earthling!

Ha ha ha!

Deadly laser!

Advanced kruzarkian technology.

You better take off your
ingenious earth disguise.

What? You mean hair?

Hey, cool!

Who are you supposed to be?

I... I am jumba jookiba
of qwenta kwan,

evil genius scientist.

Creator of illegal
genetic mutations

capable of destructing
entire universe.

Oh, awesome!

I'm tron treepsorp,

wing commander
of the rebel alliance.

Uh, got any pins
you want to trade?

Look!

Clargozonians!

And they're still inside

their polyacetate sleep pods.

Real aliens, huh?

Ha ha. Looks like some koala.

Couldn't find an
ostrich this year?

No. This year,
they're really real.

They are not real.

One of them's my dog,

and the other one is, uh...

My other dog!

Don't be absurd.

Their physiology is
obviously too bizarre

to be terrene.

Great costume, guy.

I'm not wearing
any... Um, underwear.

A little too much
subspace information

for this cadet.

Ok, I'll put you guys on.

It should be worth
a laugh, anyway.

Oh, boy.

What planet are they from?

No rhythmia ii? Ha ha ha!

They are just terrible!

If I had ears, I'd plug them.

Alannia!

Alannia, is that
you? It's pleakley.

We went to the prom together.

You always were
a fragile little thing.

Greetings, aliens and spacemen.

Can I have your attention?

Right on this stage

for the second year in a row,

merwin and Dean

and their real live aliens

from outer space... Space...
Space... Space... Space.

Whoa, this ought to be good.

What's so special about aliens?

We're all real live aliens here.

What a geek.

Every year, we come
to this convention

pretending and hoping

to see real aliens,

instead of just our
friends in costumes.

Costumes?

It's show time,
trogs. Wha... ikki taka!

Come back here, you!

Nagga.

Ikki takka!

Fellow believers, I,
merwin finklestein,

professional alien hunter,

am proud to present
a real live alien.

Huh?

But we had a deal!

Yeah, we did.

But you let those
other get away!

So you're gonna
take their place.

Oh, you think so?

Ok, ok.

Just be careful with that thing.

Oh, no. You were right.

They're big, nasty alien hunters

with a big, nasty plasma
convertor pulse Cannon,

and you and I
are in big trouble!

Blah! Big hunters
are big phonies

and so is g*n.

Looks like plasma
convertor series,

but is obvious fake.

See, stitch?

Never bail out on a deal,

because what goes
around comes around.

Note that aliens

are much less intelligent

than we might have expected.

What?! Hey, I...

Also, they're kind of ugly.

But they're very obedient.

Do a little jig for us, alien.

Hee hee! Come on, stitch.

That gave me a good idea

for sample's one true place.

Come on, cousin.

But isn't this bad?
Our secret's out.

They believe
gantu is a real alien.

What a fake!

That's totally a
Samoan in a whale suit.

Can you believe how
lame these guys are?

Yeah. I mean, get a life.

Yeah. Let's go play
dungeons & doorknobs.

Hey, guys. Let's go dance

to funk roswell
and the tall greys.

But why?

They're terrible.

Not anymore.

They've got a new
rhythm section.

Look at him go.

I thought he was just
programmed to be annoying.

I guess for disco dancing,

annoying rhythmical
b*at is good thing.

Come on, let's boogie!

Ooh! Shageela, baby!