Disclaimer: I still don't own Lilo and Stitch.
Lohi was always the first one up in the house, because every morning, at 4:30, she went surfing with David, Nani's boyfriend.
Every morning, that is, except this one. Being ground meant no surfing. However, being up at four o'clock was a good thing, Lohi found. Even if she wasn't going anywhere. She could make coffee!
Nobody ever let her make coffee. Lohi wasn't sure why, but was almost positive that it was because she always dug ditches when she had coffee. Except, she really didn't have coffee. She had sugar. One half cup for every cup of coffee.
But besides make coffee, she wasn't sure what to do. (Except maybe write to the Tourist place and ask WHY the 'Ioloni Palace was going to be remodeled into a Starbucks, but she had done that last week.)
So she picked up yesterday's newspaper, looking for a good ad to reply to. (Like maybe Stop Smoking Now, asking if they could make her some custom boots.)
"LOBSTER! Found on beach. Still in great condition. FREE (OBO)."
Now THAT was a good one. A good ad, not a good ad to reply to. After all, what could you say?
"Adopt today. Free. Two dollar licensing fee."
Oh, boy. Now the shelter was paying money? They must've been desperate!
"Dogs make good friends!"
"Friends?" Lohi said out loud. "Dogs? I suppose . . ."
Lohi wasn't a big fan of dogs. She was a cat person. Most definitely a cat person. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE dogs; it was just that dogs scared her.
"Morning, Lohi—"
"Hiyananiguesswhatiwasreadingthenewspaperthismorningandsawthisadinthenewspap erknowwhatitsaiddogsmakegreatfriendsandliloreallyneedsafriendsithinkweshould gototheshelterandgetadogforlilocauseliloneedsafriend!"
"Uh . . . Did you have coffee?
"Ithinksowhyimnotreallysurebuttheonehundredpercentkonacoffeeisalmostoutsoimu sthavehadsomebutimnotsure!"
"Talk slower."
"I think we should get a dog."
"A dog? You hate dogs!"
"This isn't about me. This is about Lilo. Besides, while we're there, I could get a kitty!"
"Lilo hates cats."
"Oh. Right. You like lobsters, right, Nani?"
"We are NOT getting a lobster."
"Okay. A dog it is."
Lohi knew she had to wait for the perfect moment. Nani was tired and her back was turned, so she figured that it probably was the best moment she was gonna get.
"Uh, Nani? I'm real sorry about that bricks in a pillowcase thing."
Nani said nothing.
"So, Lilo said that too?" Lohi was amused. Maybe it was just the coffee and sugar, but she really didn't think so.
"Yes, she did."
"Yeah, sorry," Lohi was trying hard not to laugh. She wanted to so much. Lilo used the brick thing! "Uh, I taught Lilo that. It was a class assignment. Deviance."
Nani still didn't turn around, so Lohi continued.
"I have to write a paper on it. Deviance. And the social 'norm' that I broke. It's going to make a good paper, don't you think?"
Nani turned slowly.
"Kill me quickly! Please!"
"Believe me, Lohi, I would. But you came up with the dog idea, so I'll spare you—this time.
Lilo knew as soon as she woke up. Well, Lohi really woke her up, but same difference.
"Lilo! We're getting a dog!"
"We are?" Lilo asked, suddenly awake. "Really?"
"Yup. Nani said so. We're leaving at about nine. That's when the pound opens."
Immediately Lilo began getting ready for her new dog. She made a bed out of a crate, and dug up an old bottle. Then she put Scrump, her doll, next to the crate.
Then she picked it back up.
"Hey, Lilo."
"Lohi, should I give the puppy my doll? Sometimes I need Scrump . . ."
"Well, you could borrow Lee, if you wanted."
Ugly (known as Lee for short) was Lohi's bear. She had made it herself, like Lilo had made Scrump. It was fairly proportional, although a little top heavy. He was plaid, which was why he was so ugly. Yellow plaid.
"Really? I can have Lee?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I've got Mook."
Mook (as in Tillamook) was Lohi stuffed cow. She was a big fan of Tillamook. After all, they made the best cheese in the world. And cheese came from cows. Except her cow was purple and white because she hadn't been able to find any black 'fur' when she made him.
They were at the pound as soon as it opened. Well, Lohi was there about five minutes before it opened, but only because she ran. She ran off the last of her coffee-sugar energy.
"We need something that won't that can defend itself," Nani explained. "Something that won't die, something sturdy, you know?"
"Like a lobster!"
"Lobsters are good!" Lohi added.
"Lilo! You lolo. Do we have a lobster door?"
"No, we have a kitty door!"
"We have a dog door," Nani told Lohi. "We are getting a dog!"
"Uh, the kennel's back this way," the shelter lady said.
Lilo didn't move, until Nani pushed her gently. "Go. Pick someone out."
"Someone who meows!" Lohi called after her.
"Something that barks."
"Right. So Mrs. Shelter Person, could Lilo really get any dog? I mean, do you have really vicious man-eating dogs? If you do, do you let people adopt them? If you let people adopt them, do you—"
"What she means is: Are all your dogs adoptable?"
"Oh, yes. All of our dogs are quite adoptable . . . Except that one!"
Both adults reacted quickly.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's blue," Lohi said.
"It was dead this morning!"
"It was dead this morning?!"
"Cool!"
"Does it have to be THIS dog?" Nani whined.
The dog stuck his tongue up his nose.
"Yes, he's good. I can tell."
"You'll have to think of a name for him," the shelter woman said while getting the licensing paper filled out.
Lilo turned seriously. "His name is . . . Stitch."
"Now, that's not a real name—"
"In . . . Washington . . . State." Lohi may have hated dogs, but she didn't hate Lilo. After all, her sister's were all she had left.
When the dog went outside, she followed, staring the direction that he was looking. "Moses was right. The tourists DO get uglier every year."
Lohi was always the first one up in the house, because every morning, at 4:30, she went surfing with David, Nani's boyfriend.
Every morning, that is, except this one. Being ground meant no surfing. However, being up at four o'clock was a good thing, Lohi found. Even if she wasn't going anywhere. She could make coffee!
Nobody ever let her make coffee. Lohi wasn't sure why, but was almost positive that it was because she always dug ditches when she had coffee. Except, she really didn't have coffee. She had sugar. One half cup for every cup of coffee.
But besides make coffee, she wasn't sure what to do. (Except maybe write to the Tourist place and ask WHY the 'Ioloni Palace was going to be remodeled into a Starbucks, but she had done that last week.)
So she picked up yesterday's newspaper, looking for a good ad to reply to. (Like maybe Stop Smoking Now, asking if they could make her some custom boots.)
"LOBSTER! Found on beach. Still in great condition. FREE (OBO)."
Now THAT was a good one. A good ad, not a good ad to reply to. After all, what could you say?
"Adopt today. Free. Two dollar licensing fee."
Oh, boy. Now the shelter was paying money? They must've been desperate!
"Dogs make good friends!"
"Friends?" Lohi said out loud. "Dogs? I suppose . . ."
Lohi wasn't a big fan of dogs. She was a cat person. Most definitely a cat person. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE dogs; it was just that dogs scared her.
"Morning, Lohi—"
"Hiyananiguesswhatiwasreadingthenewspaperthismorningandsawthisadinthenewspap erknowwhatitsaiddogsmakegreatfriendsandliloreallyneedsafriendsithinkweshould gototheshelterandgetadogforlilocauseliloneedsafriend!"
"Uh . . . Did you have coffee?
"Ithinksowhyimnotreallysurebuttheonehundredpercentkonacoffeeisalmostoutsoimu sthavehadsomebutimnotsure!"
"Talk slower."
"I think we should get a dog."
"A dog? You hate dogs!"
"This isn't about me. This is about Lilo. Besides, while we're there, I could get a kitty!"
"Lilo hates cats."
"Oh. Right. You like lobsters, right, Nani?"
"We are NOT getting a lobster."
"Okay. A dog it is."
Lohi knew she had to wait for the perfect moment. Nani was tired and her back was turned, so she figured that it probably was the best moment she was gonna get.
"Uh, Nani? I'm real sorry about that bricks in a pillowcase thing."
Nani said nothing.
"So, Lilo said that too?" Lohi was amused. Maybe it was just the coffee and sugar, but she really didn't think so.
"Yes, she did."
"Yeah, sorry," Lohi was trying hard not to laugh. She wanted to so much. Lilo used the brick thing! "Uh, I taught Lilo that. It was a class assignment. Deviance."
Nani still didn't turn around, so Lohi continued.
"I have to write a paper on it. Deviance. And the social 'norm' that I broke. It's going to make a good paper, don't you think?"
Nani turned slowly.
"Kill me quickly! Please!"
"Believe me, Lohi, I would. But you came up with the dog idea, so I'll spare you—this time.
Lilo knew as soon as she woke up. Well, Lohi really woke her up, but same difference.
"Lilo! We're getting a dog!"
"We are?" Lilo asked, suddenly awake. "Really?"
"Yup. Nani said so. We're leaving at about nine. That's when the pound opens."
Immediately Lilo began getting ready for her new dog. She made a bed out of a crate, and dug up an old bottle. Then she put Scrump, her doll, next to the crate.
Then she picked it back up.
"Hey, Lilo."
"Lohi, should I give the puppy my doll? Sometimes I need Scrump . . ."
"Well, you could borrow Lee, if you wanted."
Ugly (known as Lee for short) was Lohi's bear. She had made it herself, like Lilo had made Scrump. It was fairly proportional, although a little top heavy. He was plaid, which was why he was so ugly. Yellow plaid.
"Really? I can have Lee?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I've got Mook."
Mook (as in Tillamook) was Lohi stuffed cow. She was a big fan of Tillamook. After all, they made the best cheese in the world. And cheese came from cows. Except her cow was purple and white because she hadn't been able to find any black 'fur' when she made him.
They were at the pound as soon as it opened. Well, Lohi was there about five minutes before it opened, but only because she ran. She ran off the last of her coffee-sugar energy.
"We need something that won't that can defend itself," Nani explained. "Something that won't die, something sturdy, you know?"
"Like a lobster!"
"Lobsters are good!" Lohi added.
"Lilo! You lolo. Do we have a lobster door?"
"No, we have a kitty door!"
"We have a dog door," Nani told Lohi. "We are getting a dog!"
"Uh, the kennel's back this way," the shelter lady said.
Lilo didn't move, until Nani pushed her gently. "Go. Pick someone out."
"Someone who meows!" Lohi called after her.
"Something that barks."
"Right. So Mrs. Shelter Person, could Lilo really get any dog? I mean, do you have really vicious man-eating dogs? If you do, do you let people adopt them? If you let people adopt them, do you—"
"What she means is: Are all your dogs adoptable?"
"Oh, yes. All of our dogs are quite adoptable . . . Except that one!"
Both adults reacted quickly.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's blue," Lohi said.
"It was dead this morning!"
"It was dead this morning?!"
"Cool!"
"Does it have to be THIS dog?" Nani whined.
The dog stuck his tongue up his nose.
"Yes, he's good. I can tell."
"You'll have to think of a name for him," the shelter woman said while getting the licensing paper filled out.
Lilo turned seriously. "His name is . . . Stitch."
"Now, that's not a real name—"
"In . . . Washington . . . State." Lohi may have hated dogs, but she didn't hate Lilo. After all, her sister's were all she had left.
When the dog went outside, she followed, staring the direction that he was looking. "Moses was right. The tourists DO get uglier every year."