Spike - Lilo & Stitch- The Series S2 E1 - Full Episode - @disneykids

Tukipawawa! Howl. Ikipapa! Ha ha ha! ♪ Tariq is so hot now ♪ ♪ Welcome cousins, come on by ♪ ♪ Aloha, come on by ♪ Maka maka! ♪ Ilaila, waila ♪ ♪ Lomala hini ohana ♪ ♪ Welcome cousins, come on by ♪ ♪ Aloha, come on by ♪ Ha ha ha! Ah! Iki tuki niha! Aka tuki baba! Kapa ika tasupa! Ucha ucha chika! Miki miki kataka! Iha waila, lomali hini! Pabuda pabuda! Welcome cousins, come on by Aloha, come on by Tukipawawa! Aloha, come on by Ha ha ha! Aloha, come on by Bow! 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. I'm sorry, Doctor. I'll get him up. I'll get him up. Ow! What is that thing? A mutant porcupine or... or... Ladies and gentlemen, the smartest person in the world, Doctor Gladys Okra! She doesn't sound nearly as smart as she does on TV. What's that? Oh, you forgot your water! 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 going to win, Myrtle? Because we always win. It's a brand-new computer. 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. No, Stitch. We're going to need more than a voodoo doll to beat Myrtle. Our family does always win. Somehow. Jumpa! 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 really could... Hey, what's going on? Ooh, is that for me? What's it do? Hey, Jumpa, maybe we can go out for ice cream later, huh? Can we? Can we? Can we? My favorite's pistachio, though rocky road's pretty good, too. I also like peppermint cherry, and chocolate almond, and cookie truffle 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! ...mango peanut butter, strawberry, praline caramel delight, persimmon punch... Perhaps polarity needs minor readjustmentation. 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, mister, 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, please! 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 going to whoop Myrtle Edmonds in the Ohana-Rama tomorrow. The oh-what-a-who-da? Ohana-Rama. It's a contest. Kind of like, uh, a game show. Hey, if Funny Name 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. Oh! Here, for 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. Then why is Pleakley here? Hey! Kidding. Okataka! Everything going okay? Okataka! He's reminding me of ex-wife. Before facelift. Wash with like colors only. They're sure to ask that question. Experiment 319! Run! Stitch, that's one of your cousins. Magata! Way to go, Stitch! Stitch, what's wrong? Now this might pinch a little. Please try to be more cushy, Mr. Tushy. Well, it's your own fault, Mr. Evil Experiment Maker. Wow, that's a huge bandage. It's going to be a 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 spiky spikes. Then how come you're not acting dopey like Stitch? 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 brains is plenty super genius. Huh? Oh, brother. Tell me this is only temporary. In 48 hours, 626 will be back to having brain like supercomputer. Until then, you'll have to settle for brain like chicken salad. Shouldn't laugh. But the Ohana-Rama is tomorrow, and we need three 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! So what do we do with this guy? Just give me few minutes to recalibrate Evil Eliminator. Oh, no, you don't. But little girl is busy on 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 Latitude Remodification and Wayward Anger Extraction, or as I like to call it, Earwax. We'll begin with level one, sharing. Fibber here will buzz if you don't tell the truth, so please speak openly and honestly. Does anyone have anything they'd like to share with the group? Anybody? Well, I have something, but... Oh, no, no, please, go on, Nosy. You'll feel much better if you just get it off your chest. Okay. His antenna thingy? It isn't really green. What? Wait a minute, you... Nope, he's going prematurely orange, but dyes it green at night so no one will notice. No, I don't. And that's not all. He plucks his uni-brow. That's enough. You're supposed to share things about yourself, not other people, especially me. I'll share something about myself. I'm bored. I'm too smart for this stuff. Hey, Bonnie, if you're so smart, how come we ended up in the slammer? Aw, can it, Clyde. It's your fault we got nabbed in the first place. Why, you rotten little so-and-so, I'll mangle you! Okay, let's just skip to level five. Aromatherapy. Where'd that come from? None of your business. Now, aromatherapy, interestingly enough, is the study of smells, aromas, and odors. Yeah, now this is more like it. Yeah, this is better than taco night in the big house. No, no, no. Senseless violence won't lead to hugging and crying. You're doing it all wrong. Who threw that? That is supposed to be a chair. Okay, Stitch. Prepare for the ultimate cram session. Bottle. Carboy. Bottle. Wahoo. I should be taking notes. This is great stuff. That's it! Joker says we're supposed to be hugging and crying. We're gonna hug and cry! Oh, boy. Me and my big mouth. I don't think you're evil. I think you're special. You just need a big hug. I'm sorry, Clyde. I'm sorry, Bonnie. I'm not gonna cry. This is so beautiful. I heard on TV that listening to Mozart makes you smart. If that's true, listening to Elvis will make you super smart. You recognize him, don't you? It's working! Let the king's music heal you! I give up. Stitch is just as big a dodo head as I am. Myrtle's going to win the Ohana-rama for sure. Will this take much longer, Myrna? I've got a five o'clock yoga class tomorrow morning. Focus, Aunt Stacey. Just remember to let me answer all of the questions. I wish we had someone smarter than me playing. Don't you fret. I stayed up all night studying the difference between argyle and gargoyle. We're doomed. Okay, we're down to the final round in this year's Ohana-rama. Lilo, you won the coin toss, so the first question for your Ohana goes to you. True or false, there is firm evidence of aliens from other planets visiting Earth. True! I'm sorry, that's incorrect. Edmunds? False! Only weirdo's lame enough to believe in aliens. The next question is for Lilo's uncle, Jumba. At opposition, how far is Jupiter from the Earth? Six million, sixty million, or six hundred million kilometers? Aha! It's a tricksy, many-choice question. Thanks to subspace folding fabric of solar system, actual distance to massive planet is fourteen feet. Um, no. That's incorrect. Myrtle's Ohana? Aunt Stacey, you're wrong. No! Six hundred million kilometers. That's correct. What? You dare question my genius? I, who invented edible hair? Forget it, Uncle Jumba. We'll get the next one. Maybe this would be a good time to take a break. I can't believe it. This is the worst day of my entire life. Thanks, but no thanks, Spike. It's okay, Lilo. He's turned good, thanks to earwax. I know, but one stray quill and he could make me even unsmarter than I already am. Hey, I know! Lilo? Spike? Why don't you go give Myrtle a big sloppy hug? Now, Lilo, I'm no expert on Earth ethics. Well, actually I am, and that would be cheating! You're right. If we're going to beat the Edmunds, we've got to do it fair and square. Right, Stitch? Come back, Simon! Come on, Stitch. No one's supposed to be back here. Moses hasn't asked a science question in a while, so I'll keep that page open. Good. Just be ready to tell me the answers. Myrtle's cheating! No wonder she seems so smart. Poor Theresa, having to do slave work for Myrtle. I bet she could use a hug. Get off me! Come on, Stitch! I think we can handle Myrtle now. Myrtle, this next question is for you. Complete this phrase. For every action, there is an equal and opposite blank. Oh, a science question. That's easy. For every action, there is an equal and opposite... Bucket of monkeys! Bucket of monkeys. That's not what I meant. I meant... I'm sorry, that's incorrect. Lilo's team? Considering multidimensional pool of Beldarian antimatter... Reaction. That's correct. Hmph. It's highly oversimplified. That's not... Oh, be quiet, Maureen. My name is Myrtle! Maybe Aunt Stacey and I should answer some questions now, dear. No! It won't happen again! It better not. For Lilo's Aunt Bleakley, true or false? Cotton T-shirts should be washed with light colors only. True! Hey, I'm smart! Correct! And with only 40 points separating the teams, we go into the lightning round. Can I have one player from each Ohana? Maybe Aunt Stacey should... No! I'm going to play. I should play! I'm the earth expert here. Well, yeah, but Jumbo has IQ larger than some galaxies. No. Let me do it. But little girl thought not-so-friendly friend Myrtle was smarter than she. Not anymore! Weirdo, I'm playing against you. This is going to be easier than I thought. You don't scare me, Myrtle. Are you ready, girls? First question. Where is the Eiffel Tower located? In the bathroom. Paris, France. Ten points for Lilo. What did Neil Armstrong say when he landed on the moon? Tastes like chicken. This is one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind. Correct! How many feet in a mile? Bundt cake! 5,280. Who wrote Hamlet? Chauncey Pickles! William Shakespeare! And the score is tied. I like pickles! This is your final question. What kind of question is that? I don't know anything about friendship. That's easy. Pili Aloha! That's correct. Lilo's team wins. Unfair! That was a dumb question. Just because you didn't know it doesn't mean it was dumb, Myrtle. Congratulations, Lilo. Your family wins the new computer and encyclopedias on DVD. I can't believe we... Stop hugging me! Ouch! Hey, that hurt you. Nosy, do you have something you'd like to share with the group? My name is Nosy and I'm... I'm... I'm a gossip. Who would have thought Spiky Experiment would make such good hugging treatment practitioner? Sorry, Stitch. I donated the computer to the community center. I figure this family's smart enough without it. Little girl is almost as smart as Evil Genius. Almost.