Lilo, Woman and others in “Lax (Experiment 285)”

Come on, Stitch! If we don't stop him, he'll turn the whole island all lackadaisical. [they enter the hotel] Come on.

Young man, I'd like my bags taken up to my room. Young man! Wake up!

Everybody's turning into Mellotrons or something.

[running past them while racing Gus to the pool] Watch it! Coming through! Last one in the pool is a rotten bologna sandwich crawling with maggots!

Well, almost everyone.

[trying to catch up] Wait, Spinelli! I hate bologna. Chlorine turns my hair green, and maggots are icky!

[annoyed] Tourists. Come on, Stitch. [suddenly notices that he's out of her sight] Stitch?

We really should be heading over to the observatory.

Come on, Gretch. Don't be such a wet blanket, for crying out loud. We're on vacation here. Let's have some fun!

Actually, Spinelli, none of you are here for leisure. As you recall, T.J. convinced the unit of concerned brainy kids that you should all escort me to Kauai at my five astronomy assistants.

Yeah! [chuckles] Good one, Teej. [He and T.J. high five]

Hey, I'd say just about anything for a chance to goof off in paradise.

Indeed. Our locale brings to mind the great John Milton, whose epic, "Paradise Lost", I intend to read cover to cover during our sojourn here.

Hey, has anyone seen my fruity drink? It's the one with the paper umbrella. [shrieks when he finds Stitch lying down on a pool raft, who seemingly took his drink] Some weird monkey has my drink!

Stitch, give the nice boy back his pineapple pizzazz! [takes the drink out of Stitch's hands and gives it back to Gus] Sorry about that. My dog's got some personal space issues.

Hey, you're a local kid. What do you do for fun on this rock?

Um, well, lots of stuff.

[reading John Milton's "Paradise Lost" poem] "Of Eden, where delicious paradise, now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green--" [suddenly gets zapped by Experiment 285 (Lax); takes Gus' drink out of his hands] And fruity drinks reign supreme. [jumps onto another pool raft next to Stitch] I pinned that last part.

Hoo chi fah.

Oh, no!

What in the name of Finster's support hose just happened?

He's here! Everybody, duck! [forces the Recess gang to duck and cover and turns over a strap beach lounge chair for protection]

Who's here?

Um, my other… pet. His name is… Lax. He got loose, and I've got to catch him before he zaps anyone else.

Lax?

Zaps?

You see, Gretch? The real excitement isn't up in space, it's right here, on good old planet Earth.