(At the mall, the voice asks the driver's information.)

Voice: Park in the AA-32 garage. State your purpose at your visit.

Angel: Revenge.

Voice: Loading... Incorrect entry. Try again.

Angel: Family business.

Voice: Correct. Submit identity.

Angel: Appleseed.

Voice: Submitting completed.

(At the doctors, the doctor prepares for the serum test.)

Uncle Fester: Here, doc. I'll do a test drive.

(Uncle Fester uses a scalpel on the arm and drinks the serum. The test worked.)

Uncle Fester: It works. It heals in five seconds.

Doc: The serum worked. Nice job.

Uncle Fester: Yes.

(Inside the mall, Angel and Stitch have fun on their own while Goofy buys some machine pistols.)

Angel: I love this mall. We should sit in the table at the food court.

Stitch: Think so?

(Angel licks his ear.)

Stitch: Feels nice. There's him.

Angel: You mean the target that we are looking for? Follow me.

(Angel and Stitch goes to the restaurant. Uncle Fester and his men were watching the dancing ladies.)

Uncle Fester: (laughing) This is fun.

(A man attempts to drink a serum but it belongs to him.)

Uncle Fester: Nobody uses this... (slams) ...but me.

Man: Clean up, please.

(Uncle Fester orders a waitress to get drinks.)

Uncle Fester: Guys! Hello, Mr. Uncle Fester, we need some drinks.

Man: We don't want to miss the trip.

Uncle Fester: Screw this trip. I got some time in the world. Besides, something just made up. Hello, lady. You just found the man of the dreams.

(Uncle Fester prepares to rape a waitress but failed by the gunshots in slow motion.)

Stitch: Not so fast, Uncle Fester. (gunshot)

Uncle Fester: What?

Angel: And you. (gunshot three times)

Stitch: Go.

(Uncle Fester drinks a serum.)

Uncle Fester: (burps) When you kill someone DJ, make sure you're dead.

Stitch: Don't shoot. (gunshot)

Angel: You ruthless twit. (gunshot) That hurts. My chest.

(The battle ends.)

Uncle Fester: That is it.

Bartender: Hey, who's gonna pay for all this?

Uncle Fester: I'll handle it. Here, keep the change.

Bartender: Oh, no! Grenades!

Stitch: I better leave. Follow me.

(The restaurant explodes. Three minutes later.)

Goofy: You all right?

Stitch: (punch) He died, but he's alive again.

Goofy: How?

Stitch: How does he do it?

Goofy: He's got a weird serum and the key of that leads us to the immortality.

Stitch: Say again?

Goofy: Quiet down.

Stitch: Okay okay. If I take away one of the serums, he will be dead, right?

Goofy: If you get close.

Stitch: He's getting away!

(After Uncle Fester left the mall, he stands at the locker.)

Uncle Fester: Perfect mind and body. Irresistible man. Let's go to work.

(The trio runs to the exit.)

Stitch: Hurry up! If he succeeds, then we're done for.

(Uncle Fester is inside the truck.)

Man: Setting destination to Disneyland.

Computer: Set coordinates.

Uncle Fester: 3M349SI and the tracking system.

Computer: Loading. Confirmed. No return.

Uncle Fester: Confirmed!

Man: It will take us forever to get back.

Uncle Fester: It will.

(The trio got inside the car.)

Stitch: My antennae got hurt by one bullet. But it's moving a bit. Move it.

Goofy: Where?

Stitch: No asking questions!

Goofy: Why?

Stitch: He's getting away. Hurry up. Now!

(The car starts moving to the truck.)

Stitch: Aiming... Now!

(The car automatically uses Adrenaline to get inside the truck.)

Stitch: We did it. We saved. We can wait few days.

(The man hears a beep.)

Man: We got company.

Uncle Fester: What company?

Man: See the dot? Somebody parked on the back of my truck.

Uncle Fester: We want them exterminated. Now! Kill them.

Man: Haven't seen that before.

Uncle Fester: Do it now!

Man: Oh man. I'll do it.

(The man sends a motorcycle but killed.)

Angel: Boochi boo, the cycles.

(The motorcycles are killed.)

Man: They're toast.

Uncle Fester: Send in the bomber.

Man: But.. but..

Uncle Fester: One more word and I send you.

(The bomber appears to kill them.)

Stitch: I'll take care of the bomber. Die! (gunshot) The bomber is gone. We are 2 miles from Disneyland.

(The truck has stopped at Disneyland.)

Stitch: Here we are. At Disneyland.

Angel: We did it.

Goofy: We killed that DJ star. Let's go inside.