Stitch Gets What's Coming to Him (Thank God)
The blue hellion made his way through Disneyland, smiling broadly with a giant booger hanging out of his nose.
Little kids loved him.
Must be some sort of terrible youth disease.
From one of the roofs on Main Street, a voice called "Okay, here he comes. Get down, everyone."
They crouched down. The one who had spoken slowly raised the sniper rifle…
Down below, Stitch suddenly jerked back, fell to the grown and started to writhe.
"MEEGA! CHRISTA NANNA BOOBOOGLAPPPA!" He yelled, but since he's Stitch, nobody understood him. Nobody cared what he had to say as well.
Soon, the little alien was dead. A Main Street garbage man swept up his body and threw it in the nearest waste receptacle.
"We did it!" Doc said from the roof triumphantly, holding the gun high in the air. The other dwarves cheered.