In the Gummi Ship, the Gaang fly through space and discuss their recent run-in with the law. Sora is the first to voice his opinion.
"Okay. Not to be a prude, but that adventure in Agrabah was not was I was expecting. That Sultan was such a prick! Is it just me or do all figures of authority live to make our lives a living hell?
"Yeah, seriously." Donald agrees "What the flock's with that?" This irritates Sora.
"Could you stop saying 'flock' already?! It stopped being funny a chapter ago!"
"Aw-"
"That's getting old too! Say! I've got an idea! Let's play the Quiet Game! The rules are that I choose one of you at random to be quiet for as long as possible while I fly this thing to Hawaii and get myself some fresh saketinis. Donald, since your voice is the most annoying, you go first, startiiing..."
Donald tries to talk some sense into Sora (if one can call grating quacks talking). "But Sora! You're under-"
"NOW!"
Donald, not the kind to lose a game (even if it's being held against his will), immediately shuts his beak, filling the Gummi Ship with an eerie silence. Sora, feeling an increasing sense of ease and comfort, decides to ask the others about their stance on this.
"So, whadd'ya think?"
"It's as if somebody stopped ear-raping me and gave me an ice cream sandwich!" Goofy says joyously
"According to my calculations, this 'Quiet Game' idea of yours has increased my lifespan by 4.2 years!" Buzz concludes.
"I can smell again!" Scrooge shouts triumphantly.
As Donald begins feeling sorry for himself, the Gummi Ship lands on a Hawaiian beach. Sora steps out, suddenly donning sunglasses, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, and red/yellow shorts. The rest of the Gaang steps out wearing their normal attires. Goofy isn't really jealous, but would still like to figure this out.
"Hey, Sora. How come we don't get sexy Hawaiian stuff like you do?"
"Because Tetsuya's not a zoophile." Sora responds quite frankly. This only serves to confuse the uneducated Goofy.
"Who?"
"Never mind. Anyway, just keep it cool and we might not royally offend someone this time."
Sora makes his way towards a stand labeled 'Kiki's Joint', with the others following a short distance behind. Sora slaps the counter a few times before making his order to the attractive teenage girl behind it, most likely Kiki. He talks to her as if he was trying to hit on her.
"'Ey, shopkeep. Two saketinis, on the rocks, and I mean ice."
Kiki's no fool; she attempts to cite out Sora's young age. "But sir, aren't you a little-"
Sora ups the 'Flirtation Meter' with this one. "Listen, hot stuff. I'm a Keybearer, and where I come from, it takes only a 14-year-old kid with ridiculous spiky hair to save the world. Now are you gonna get me what I want, or do I have to take..." Sora raises both eyebrows with each following word "...drastic measures?"
The barkeep just can't win against these charms. She blushes intensely and dazedly gets to work on his order. An impressed Goofy walks up to Sora.
"Gee, Sora. I didn't know you could be such a hit with the ladies."
"Well now you know. With all the yaoi floating around, I gotta keep my image up."
"The what?"
Buzz, pitying Goofy's naivete, walks up to him.
"Don't worry about it, Goofy. It's too much for a person who can't break the fourth wall like you to understand."
"Break the what?"
"Exactly."
The bartender arrives with Sora's saketinis. Sora is quick to chug these down, and at the same time at that. As Sora gives off a quiet belch, an off-key electric guitar solo emanates from a distance. Sora and the others turn to see a small Hawaiian girl, named Lilo, apparently coaching a small blue creature dressed like Elvis Presley, named Stitch, on how to properly play a guitar, with little success.
"No, Stitch! Elvis played squeedleys, not meedleys!"
As Sora recognizes Stitch from his previous game, he alerts the others. "Look, it's Meat Shield! I mean Stitch!"
Stitch becomes aware of Sora's presence by the sound of his voice, and doesn't look all that happy. He chucks his guitar to the side and charges towards Sora, snarling a number of alien-language profanities. Sora, however, is blissfully unaware of Stitch's anger and takes it that he wants to give him a hug. As if he was greeting his own pet dog, he gets down on one knee and opens his arms with a smile.
"Look at you!"
Stitch tackles Sora to the ground and begins shaking him furiously, continuing his tirade of foreign vulgarities. Sora is genuinely confused by this aggressive behavior, despite having used Stitch as an unwilling shield numerous times in the past.
"Hey, man! Take a chill pill! We're your friends, remember?!"
Once Sora realizes that words aren't going to subdue a rampaging extraterrestrial with a limited English vocabulary, Lilo calls out for Stitch, holding a raggety George Lucas doll in her hand. Having caught his attention, Lilo chucks the doll behind her, allowing Stitch to hunt it down and gnaw the living hell out of it. Lilo walks up to Sora, who is shaken but overall unharmed. Nevertheless, he's flustered over Stitch's outburst.
"What's his problem?! Does he treat everybody who uses him as a shield like this?!"
"No," replies Lilo. "He treats everybody who hangs around with furries like that. At least he does the last time I checked."
Buzz is intrigued. "You do seem to know quite a bit about that animal. Do you like to hunt down intergalactic species too?"
Lilo nods her head in denial. "No. He just my pet. My name's Lilo, by the way."
Sora gets up off the ground and brushes himself off.
"So are you one of those juvenile ethnic girls that travels around with an animal sidekick without adult supervision?"
"Sometimes. My big sister's out trying to get a job, so I'm teaching Stitch how to be an Elvis impersonator so that I... I mean we can rule over the little people while she's away."
"Great minds dothink alike," Sora thinks to himself.
"We could use a little help though. Stitch tends to do his own thing when I ask him to play something, and he still can't tell the difference between one power chord and lighting his guitar on fire."
Goofy's starting to get worried. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Sora. I may not be a smart dog, but I know what roadkill is."
"C'mon, Goofy. When've I ever backed down from a dumb idea?"
Buss steps in. "It worries me to say this, but I think Goofy's got a point. You should reconsider this, Sora. I think you might be getting a little-"
Logic is once again obstructed by senility, in the form of Scrooge McDuck.
"When I grow up, I wanna be a racecar!"
"Guys, guys, I've got it all under control. If I can save the universe twice, I can definitely help a little girl teach a potentially unstable alien how to play rock n' roll music and take control of Hawaii. Now, let's get this overwith. I'm starting to see double."
"I've got a bad feeling about this," mutters Buzz under his breath.
Meanwhile, back in Agrabah, The Sultan, inside his now-golden Palace, is using the Genie's mouth as a telephone. On the other end is none other than The King Mickey, who is currently preoccupied with playing with his Game Boy (who makes those anymore?). Actually, he's not really playing it so much as mindlessly pressing the buttons as quickly as possible... on the title screen.
"It was awful, The King Mickey! Those hooligans destroyed my roof, ruined my daughter's wedding and then turned my entire Palace into solid and inedible gold! This is an outrage beyond what my heart can physically stand! I can no longer watch Inuit teenagers becoming intoxicated on my new TV and now I can't even eat my favorite ranch-flavored butter!"
"Look, The Sultan. If it makes you feel any better, I can't watch TV either until I show Master Yen Sid how cool I am, and you know how hard that is."
"Oh, that's terrible, my friend."
The Sultan overhears the bloops and bleeps coming from The King Mickey's Game Boy.
"I-Is that a Game Boy?"
"Yeah, so?"
"My world is centuries behind yours and even I think that's utterly primitive."
"Sh-shut up! This is a state-of-the-art game console we're dealing with! How can you compete with an eight-kilobyte RAM and a color palette consisting of four shades of gray?! That's like... more than three shades! This thing is a powerhouse!"
"The King Mickey, if you're really going to prove your coolness to Yen Sid, might I suggest playing with something more up-to-date, like a PlayStation 2 or something?"
"Eat my shorts, dog! Quit icing my grill! I hate you and I hate the bands you like!"
"Um... what?"
"Peace out, mofo!"
A flustered The King Mickey hangs up his phone, leaving The Sultan to wonder if there's some kind of magical way in which he can get his Palace returned to normal. The Genie, not wanting to do work, decides to keep his mouth shut.
Getting back to Hawaii, Sora and Stitch, having just finished their grueling and (in Sora's case) judgement-impaired guitar training, make their way towards a conveniently-placed sound system on the packed public beach. Sora pets Stitch's head as he observes the lounging crowd in front of them.
"Alright, Stitch. Time to show these lamers what a real space alien with a guitar can do."
As Stitch hooks up his guitar to the sound system, the rest of the Gaang run up to the two. All of them are slightly charred and heavily steaming, most likely as a result of the training session.
"Sora, stop and listen to us for once!" pleads Buzz. "You can't do this! Stitch's guitar-playing is too dangerous to be released in a public area! Do forty-five acres of burnt rainforest mean anything to you?!"
"I think you better do as he says, Sora," Goofy decides. "I never get what he's saying, so that means he smart."
Proving Goofy wrong, Scrooge up and yells "Bumblebees awfully chafe my battleship, hello!" at the top of his lungs."
"Consider yourself officially corrected, Goofy," remarks Buzz.
"Relax, guys. If I can save the universe twice, I can definitely help a little girl teach a potentially-"
Buzz has heard this one before. "Yes, yes, unstable aliens, rock and roll, Hawaii, but please, Sora! You're endangering countless-"
"Now, Stitch! Play "Jordan" on Expert mode! Nothing can top that one!" Buzz's words have fallen on deaf ears.
"Akufahtom yay-ak-eepiy!!" Stitch screams as Buzz gives earplugs to his teammates.
"Gentlemen, it's been an honor travelling with you," he states grimly.
The members of the Gaang insert their earplugs and prepare for the worst. However, instead the maelstrom of death that they were expecting, an amazingly faithful delivery of Sora's request begins to emanate from Stitch's guitar. It doesn't take long for Stitch's hip-swinging antics to catch the attention of a few bystanders lucky enough to pass by. One bystander shouts. "Hey, everyone! That Elvis impersonator's playing a non-Elvis song, but let's cheer and dance for him for no reason!"
"Well, if a random stranger told me to do it, then I'll do it," another bypasser decides.
"Zeppelin rules," a nearby punk spontaneously cries.
Overtime, the small audience increases in size as Stitch's performance increases in outrageousness. Halfway through the song, he begins doing all kinds of stunts, some of which consist of playing his guitar with a violin bow and even playing it with his teeth at one point. As Stitch ends his song, he takes a rubber bat out of his pocket and bites its head off, causing the already riled-up audience to go ecstatic. Sora doesn't hesitate to join in on the praise.
"Yeah!! I forget what I've been doing the last few hours, but that Elvis impersonator rocks!"
"You said it, kid," a bystander concurs. "Flamey-o hotman, yeah!!"
In the far reaches of space, lightyears away from all he hubbub, a trio of ominous but thankfully dormant Tripod-like robots float aimlessly within the Milky Way. Suddenly, one of the Tripods awakens. It has detected something in Earth's direction.
"Gyrating hips located on a planet called... Earth. Immediate action is required."
The other two tripods follow suit, awakening from their slumber with this command and following their leader to Earth, their motives at this point unknown.
Back on Earth, the audience is still cheering as Stitch smashes his guitar against the ground. Suddenly, a sound that resembles an extraterrestrial airplane rings through the sky, growing louder by the second. Before long, a child in the audience sees something entering the atmosphere. He is quick to point this out with his most endearing British accent.
"Look, mummy! There's an aeroplane up in the sky!"
Everyone turns their attention to the skies and see the three Tripods approaching at a frightening speed. A genre-saavy bystander begins to panic.
"That's not an airplane, you ignorant child! Those are space aliens! RUUUN!!!"
The audience does what miscellaneous people do best and scramble as the Tripods make a crash-landing. Amidst the chaos, the Tripods get up on their three legs; they all tower over the pedestrians at an imposing ten feet each. Sora can only look on in horror as the menacing extraterrestrials take in their surroundings.
"Sweet zombie Jeebus on a pogo stick..."
Unable to predict what the aliens are going to do next, Sora hides behind Goofy.
"What are those things?!" he asks out loud.
"I'm on it, I'm on it," Buzz assures, hastily checking his data logs. "According to this, these are three-of-a-kind Tripods built by the infamous mad scientist Nalk Xulk Uk. They're equipped with instantaneously-disintegrating Heat Rays and live on the bodily fluids of organic beings."
This is all too much for poor innocent Goofy. "Stop it, you're scaring me!"
Ignoring Goofy's pleas, Buzz continues to read. "And on a side note, they're also extremely... racist?"
By this point, the Tripods have finished observing the area and are now talking amongst themselves.
"Gyrating hips located in this area. Sensors indicate that the playing of African-American music has also been practiced here."
"Disc read error. Sensors indicate that no African-Americans are located in this area. Does not compute. Press any key to restart."
"Insignificant. Sensors indicate that organic beings nonetheless are located in the area. Most reasonable course of action: eliminate any and all organic beings present."
"Affirmative."
With this, the Tripods draw out the previously-mentioned Heat Rays and begin firing at the scrambling humans present. Anyone who falls victim to the weapon is instantaneously turned to ash, their clothes remaining intact. Through all this, Buzz keeps his cool, but is fully aware of the urgency of the situation.
"This is bad, Sora. If Lilo's sister learns about this, we'll never hear the end of it!"
"You're right, Buzz! And thankfully, I've got an idea that's so smart that it can confuse even the greatest of minds!"
"They don't call me Tangerine Gluttons for nothing," remarks Scrooge, definitely not who Sora was talking about.
Without warning, Sora grabs Buzz and starts pounding on the buttons on his chest. Soon enough, what could be one of the most annoying songs ever composed begins blasting from Buzz's built-in speakers.
"Here's how the story goes we find out/about a treasure in the Grand Line. There's no doubt./The pirate who's eye on it, he'll sing..."
The Tripods, unable to fathom the song's utter suckiness, begin to sputter and spark, eventually bursting into flames. One by one the Tripods fall to the sand, succumbing to the aural torture brought before them. As the song ends, one Tripod struggles to lift its head, nothing more than a sparking mess. With the last of its strength, it drones its final words.
"Defective performance cannot be tolerated."
With this, the Tripod dies. Sora puts Buzz down.
"Well, that's not exactly what I was expecting, but at least it got the job done," Buzz remarks.
"I like pudding, Mister Senator." Scrooge blurts out.
Just then, a female voice calls from not too far away. "I'm back!"
The Gaang turns to see Lilo's older sister Nani approaching. She sees the damage caused by the Tripods earlier and appears to be quite shocked.
"What the crap! What happened here?!"
Sora struggles to come up with an answer that won't get him beat up, but can only draw a blank. Thankfully, Buzz is here to sort things out.
"Dead or Alive cosplayers with too much diplomatic immunity on their hands?"
Surprisingly, Nani accepts the odd answer.
"Fine by me. Anyway, I just got a new job screwing caps on artillery shells so that might keep the social worker off for a whi- what's up with him?"
Nani attracts everyone's attention to Donald, who appears to be zoning out.
The mention of Nani's new job has aroused horrible memories in Donald's subconscious, causing him to relive all those long, tedious hours of screwing on artillery caps at the conveyor belts back in the war times, constantly bombarded by intercoms barking "We need more shells!!", "I gotta have more shells!!" and "Faster, faster!!", the phrases now echoing through his mind. His brain is now overcome with these painful experiences, so much that the mental note about the Quiet Game is quickly discarded just to make room for all the madness. But the brain can only take so much, and once so much becomes too much, it all just spills out.
"I CAN'T STAAAND IT, I CAN'T STAAAND IT!! I'M GOING MAD!! STOP, STOP, STOOOP!!!"
Everybody covers their ears in pain as Donald starts babbling and flailing his arms around like a madman.
"My ears are hurting inside!" Goofy whines.
"I just felt my lifespan shorten by 12 years!" Buzz reports.
"I can't feel my face!" Scrooge slurs.
By now, Donald is rolling back and forth like a log and shouting "Heil Hitler!" in a quick and repetitive manner, just as he was forced to do 'back then'. Goofy, ever the sage, is the first to figure out the problem.
"I think you broke something, Nani."
Donald gets up and flails his arms some more, screaming and laughing like a maniac. Sora, doing what anyone else would do in that situation, walks up to Donald, grabs him by the shirt and slaps him across the face, bringing him back to reality.
"Come to your senses, man! This is no time for hysterics! We've gotta pull ourselves together!"
Donald, rubbing the sore side of his face, is now completely calm and somewhat grateful to Sora.
"Thanks. I needed that. I lost control for a second."
While Donald takes some deep, soothing breaths, Goofy looks around, taking in the carnage around the group.
"So now what do we do?"
Buzz is also aware of the destruction that mars the beach. "Somebody's has to pay for all these damages, but how are we going to decide who?"
"I've got an idea!" Scrooge calls out.
Sora thinks, oblivious to Scrooge.
"I've got an idea!"
Goofy also thinks, naturally ignorant to Scrooge (as is everyone else). This doesn't stop Scrooge, though.
"I've got an idea!"
"It has to be something crazy," Donald concludes.
"I've got an idea!"
"Eezark gnikuf," Stitch says to himself in his own unintelligible language.
"I've go-"
Everyone who isn't Scrooge is quite annoyed with Scrooge's persistence and they all give in.
"WHAT IS IT?"
"We'll hold a surfing contest!" Scrooge responds.
"That's it!" Sora says, enlightened. "We'll hold a surfing contest and stall for time while we wait for someone to come along and pay for all this!"
"And the conditions are just right, too. According to a recent radio broadcast I was listening to, there's a 10.5-magnitude earthquake occuring in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. That's sure to create a wave of titanic proportions! I'm so glad you thought of it, Sora," Buzz commends.
"Yes, I know, I'm a genius," the ever-humble Sora replies. Meanwhile, Scrooge wonders if Lilo is his mommy.
Soon after, all of the characters are on surfboards about five yards from the shore. Goofy is a little skeptical about the whole thing.
"So lemme get this straight. How are we supposed to surf this big wave and get out alive?"
"I don't think we will," Sora admits.
Buzz tries his hand at lightening the mood. "Look on the bright side. We'll all have high schools named after us."
"Hooray!" shouts Scrooge, to the displeasure of Sora.
"Shut up, Scrooge."
"Awww..."
Donald sees something in the distance. "Whuh-oh. Hey, you guys! Look at where I'm pointing!"
Donald points to the horizon, where everyone sees a gigantic wave that looks like it could easily submerge all of Hoboken. It's actually an amazing sight to behold, really. Sora talks to Donald as if this was their last moment together, which it probably will be.
"Donald, if we live through this, I'm gonna promote you to "Over There Guy, Third Class". I don't have much time to tell you this, but you're really good at doing that "Over there!" thing."
Donald is quite touched. "Aww, gee, Sora. I didn't know you-"
"And it's the only thing I want coming out of your mouth from now on."
"Awww..."
From out of nowhere, a dented trash can with a rainbow wig on it hops into view. From out of the trash can emerges a crazed-looking albino sloth, who will act as the contest referee.
"Alright, flocks. The three is par and the umpire touched right into the end zone. Game, set, and match. Ready, steady, GO!"
Sora is utterly confused but still enthusiastic. "I have no clue what that guy said, but I'm guessing that means go! Let's go!"
Everyone cheers as they paddle their way towards the upcoming wave. However, as the wave draws nearer, everyone stops and stares at the wave's true height in horror, which is taller than two Empire State Buildings stacked onto each other. Realizing their mistake, everyone turns around and high-tails towards the shore, attempting futily to outswim the wave. Sora relays the news.
"New plan, everybody! Swim for your lives!!"
"I wanna go home!" cries Goofy.
Everyone is swept away and submerged by the colossal wave. Sora reprimands Goofy for his infantile behavior just before being swallowed.
"SHUT UP, GOOFYYYYYyyyyy..."
"AAAAAWWWWWwwww...."
The Gaang is nowhere in sight as the wave prepares to submerge all of Hawaii. The Albino Sloth, who is right in front of it, slowly crouches into his trash can in a pathetic attempt to shield himself from the upcoming impact. The wave crashes down on and engulfs everything in front of it with a mighty crash, nearly wiping Hawaii off the map. Almost nothing is spared.
When the water finally recedes, the Gaang miraculously wash up on the same beach that they held their failed surfing contest. Sora, a little groggy, weakly gets up and climbs to his feet. He calls out for any survivors.
"Anyone who's not dead, say 'Aye'."
The other members of the Gaang emerge, including Lilo and Stitch. Nani is nowhere to be found.
Donald: "Aye."
Goofy: "Aye."
Buzz: "Aye."
Lilo: "Aye."
Stitch: "Aye."
Scrooge: "Pie!"
"Good enough," Sora replies.
Sora takes this time to observe his surroundings. The whole vicinity is submerged in ankle-deep saltwater, and there's toppled palm trees and bits of wood everywhere. The broken Tripods are lying in the same place they were before. The only structure that seems to be standing is Kiki's Joint in the distance. Sora can't help but be a little disappointed.
"Well, that was a waste of time. You'd think someone would notice all this carnage and fixed everything for us by now."
"I guess Hawaiians are just used to unearthly chaos that way," Goofy decides.
"How depressing. I'm gonna go get some more saketinis."
Donald once again tries to talk some sense into Sora. "But Sora! You're below the leg-"
Donald is interrupted by what sounds like a "shoomp" noise coming from behind them. The Gaang turns around to see Cap'n Gantu holding up a full, squirming net containing what can be assumed to be Lilo and Stitch. Maleficent is standing right beside him, looking quite proud.
"Excellent work, Cap'n. With the girl and the alien captured, I just might stop calling you 'Cap'n'."
"Really?"
"No!"
"Awww."
"You!" Sora calls out.
"That's right, you impudent brat! Mercedes-Benz has informed me of your whereabouts, and I came as soon as I could. Now, with these two at tow, my income will rise to extraordinary levels! Even more so when we dispose of you!"
Maleficent turns and opens up a dark portal right above the broken Tripods behind them. Three Heartless appear from the portal and make themselves at home in their new mechanical vessels. The eyes of the Tripods glow a blackish-purple as they spring back to life. They speak with a distorted, more sinister voice than before.
"Living beings located in area. This would indicate life."
"All your children are belong to us. Heartless equals very yes."
"That is a good prize. Current objective: destroy!"
The leader Tripod begins drawing its weapons. "A loser is you."
As the other Tripods draw their weapons, Maleficent gives Gantu his objective.
"Gantu, if you help destroy these impudent fools, I really will stop calling you 'Cap'n'."
"I'm not quite sure, Maleficent. Wouldn't killing them be more effective than just destroying them?"
"Silence!! If I say destroy them, then you will destroy them!! You dig, dog?!"
"Yeah... I dig... dog..."
"Good! Now destroy them!"
As the Tripods and Gantu approach Sora threateningly, Goofy hides himself behind Sora, shaking in his shoes. Sora, however, appears confident.
"Make the bad people go away, Sora!"
"I will, Goofy. Lucky for us, we've got the secret weapon."
Sora picks up Buzz once again. Right when he does this, Gantu and the Tripods stop dead in their tracks, angering Maleficent.
"Why are you just standing there, you fools?! Destroy them!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Maleficent," Gantu says apologetically. "The Action Genre Handbook clearly states that when an opponent is preparing a special attack, it is considered honorable to just stand there in utter horror as the opponent's true power is revealed."
"It is true."
"Honor? Honor?! What do you think this is, the Fire Nation?! We Mercedes-Benz folk do not have honor! That is why we're the scourge of the automobile industry! We'd be pure scum! Seriously... honor... what a load of-"
Without warning, Sora pounds Buzz's chest, unleashing the same lyrical train wreck as before.
"...Zolo, he's a samurai/and an L-A-D-Y, Nami's not shy..."
Maleficent and Gantu cover their ears in pain. In doing so, Gantu is forced to drop the net he was carrying, inadvertently setting Lilo and Stitch free. The two, with ears covered, immediately run away, crying out "Sanctuary, sanctuary!!" as they escape from the torment.
"Just what is that infernal racket?!" Maleficent shouts out over the noise.
"I have no clue, Your Honor!" Gantu responds. "But it's driving your Heartless ragged!"
True enough, the possessed Tripods once again begin to short-circuit, forcing the Heartless inside to flee from their vessels screaming in terror. The now-lifeless Tripods flop into the ground as the Heartless disappear into darkness. As the song ends, Maleficent looks down at the fallen Tripods with immeasurable fury.
"You sorry little ingrates!!" she shouts. "That's it! No joining in the evil group laugh for a month!!"
She turns towards Gantu.
"This is all your fault, Gantu! You're just about as uncool as Sora is! Begone with you!"
Maleficent dramatically raises her arms up into the air. Gantu is suddenly sent flying far into the ocean by an unseen force. He is immediately swarmed by great white sharks and electric eels upon landing. Maleficent turns to Sora and the Gaang.
"This isn't over, Mickey McUncool Pants! Mercedes-Benz will take you down one day! I swear it!"
Maleficent opens up another dark portal and backs away into it, taking the broken Tripods with her. The dark portal disappears as she fully fades away. Sora is pretty ticked off now that his coolness has once again been questioned.
"I don't get it! Why does everybody think I'm not cool?!"
Goofy attempts to console Sora the only way he knows how: sucking up. "Don't worry, Sora. You're lots cool!"
"Thank you, Goofy. You truly are the expert on all that is cool."
"Really?"
"No."
"Awww..."
Donald sees something shiny in the distance. "Sora, look!"
Donald turns Sora's attention to the large Keyhole-shaped glow radiating on the side of Kiki's Joint, the only thing still standing after the wave. Sora's Keyblade once again takes a life of its own, pointing at the stand and firing off a small ray of light. As the sound of a lock undoing itself emanates through the air, the Keyhole disappears with a bright flash. Nothing happens afterward, signifying the absence of the antidote they're searching for. Sora is naturally let down.
"Well, still no antidote, but all this disappointment is making me thirsty. I wonder if that hot barkeep is still around..."
Sora runs up to Kiki's stand and is glad to see that she's still here after all the unadulterated chaos Hawaii's been through. Sora takes care to get back into "Flirty Mode".
"'Ey there, hot stuff. Four saketinis, on the-"
Seems Kiki planned ahead. She sets down Sora's order before he can even finish.
"Already got them, sir!"
Sora gets to chugging down his drinks as the rest of the Gaang runs up to him. Donald, being neglected all day, is the one to approach him. Sora turns around to make eye contact with him.
"Oh, hi, Donald. Say, umm, what was it you wanted to tell me earlier?"
Donald, though a little late, finally gets to tell Sora what he's been trying to tell him all this time: "You're underage!"
"Oh. Uh oh..."