I'm Thinking About Him.............Are U ?

That didn’t stop Bowyetta from hearing, however. Tears started to roll down her face again. “Is- Is all being Bowyetta’s fault,” she mumbled. “They have gotten hurt because of Bowyetta…” She rolled over on the couch, trying to hide her face.

Beep sat down next to Bowyetta and started patting her hair. “Well, she’s calmer than before,” she remarked. “It’s alright, It’s just… Again, I’m so sorry about her behavior. Should I… Take her elsewhere so you can work, or is it okay for her to stay?”

Angie and Mocha glanced at each other for a moment. 

Mocha shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“It’s up to you, Beep. Whatever you think is better for her,” Angie answered. “I do have the breakroom upstairs which is almost like a lounge. There’s pillows, a couch, and a TV up there if you’d like to use it.”

The Repairman, meanwhile, was shaking as he tried to discern the real Angie from an evil clone, imposter, or what-have-you. A whistling sound came up as it looked like his head was steaming. His painted eyes seemed to jiggle more and more, the colors flashing even brighter and faster.

First two, then four, then eight more Aggies seemed to appear. The inkblot tried to keep the cork gun on every one of them, but it wasn’t long before he was surrounded. Finally, he let out a scream and fired the gun, the cork flying out with a pop! The outflow of steam coming from his head suddenly increased, and it briefly got so thick that no one could see.

“Aiyee!”

Angie scurried behind a booth. Steam filled the coffee shop that the place resembled a scene from a horror movie.

“Hey dude...you good?” She called out from her hiding spot. The steam was starting to clear a bit. She craned her neck around the booth in a cartoon-ish fashion. “Repairman?”

After a moment, Bowyetta nodded, and sat back down on the couch with her cup. She was still worried that the process would hurt the arrows, but… She wasn’t the type to distrust someone out of nowhere, even when she wasn’t feeling well.

“Hmm?” Beep looked back at Angie. “Oh, no, I was just thinking. Bowyetta just… Seems kind of out of it. She isn’t waking up as fast as she normally does. I’m sorry, I don’t know if I’m making any sense. She should be fine in a bit, but… This isn’t going to hurt the arrows, is it?”

“I don’t think so. Right, Mocha?” Angie turned to her canine friend.

She had been tying her hair back as she answered. “No, not at all! Mind me asking how they got-” Mocha glanced back to Angie, who made a cutting motion next to her neck. 

“Oh, right then. As I was saying, it’s completely painless! They won’t feel a thing.”

Happy 15th Birthday, Lilo & Stitch!

It was on this day, fifteen years ago, that Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois’ animated masterpiece, Lilo & Stitch, landed in movie theaters. Although it was easily one of the more…um, unorthodox animated films that Disney had released, it was an immediate hit with critics and audiences alike. Adorable and unforgettable, Stitch quickly joined the stable of go-to characters for Disney’s many marketing and merchandising needs. Hell, they even hastily re-themed a Tomorrowland ride in order to make his presence stronger in the parks! In the ensuing decade, Lilo & Stitch has lost none of its magic. The sarcastic yet sentimental script still packs a wallop. The character designs look as fresh now as they first did. The voice-acting never fails to feel both hilarious and heartfelt. The energy and artistry of the animation (care of Andreas Deja and Alex Kupershmidt, among many, MANY others) is still a wonder to watch, and the gorgeous watercolor backgrounds have yet to be topped via CGI. While rumor has it that John Lasseter hates L&S, methinks Walt would’ve loved it. After all, with the lion’s share of Disney’s modern animated flicks taking their cues from Snow White and Cinderella, this is the only one to blend the tenderness of Dumbo with the irascible insanity of the original Mickey Mouse shorts. On a more navel-gazing note, Lilo & Stitch helped me immeasurably in a time of tragedy. When my pops passed, leaving my kid sister and I as late-in-life orphans, L&S’s repeated mantra of ’ohana’ (“Ohana means family, and family means nobody gets left behind…or forgotten.”) and its focus on keeping a fractured family together (as well as being open to adding new members to it), hit me like an uncut speed-ball of spiritual strength and emotional stamina. While it would be hyperbolic to say that I wouldn’t have survived the experience without Lilo & Stitch, it would be equally untrue to say that it did not help. A lot. NEWS FLASH: If it was not already achingly apparent, Lilo & Stitch was the film that inspired the Chris Sanders fandom which wrought this tumblr. (That’s a plus or a minus depending entirely upon your perspective.) Through this tumblr, I’ve been lucky enough to meet other folks with similar stories to mine. Some first saw the film ten years ago, upon its initial release. Others didn’t find it ‘til a year or two ago. Still, we all have one thing in common: Lilo & Stitch changed our lives forever and for the better. And honestly, isn’t that the ultimate testament to any piece of art’s continued relevance? Happy 15th birthday, Lilo & Stitch! And thanks a million, Chris and Dean! Five more L&S retrospectives: 1. Alex Sferrazza’s look back at Lilo & Stitch 2. Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois’ 2009 interview re: L&S 3. Lilo & Stitch producer Clark Spencer remembers the film 4. The Entertainment Nut’s super-smart, irrefutably informative remembrance. 5. Some shameless, aimless blogger rambles on for waaay too long about their undying love of L&S and how it’s inspired them to unofficially hype some other film that wasn’t even going to be released for at least another year. A few choice quotes: Lilo (pulling a doll out of her backpack): This is Scrump. I made her. But her head is too big, so I pretended that a bug laid eggs in her ear, and she’s upset because she has only a few more days to… Lilo: We’re a broken family, aren’t we? Nani: No. Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Lilo: We’re sisters. It’s our job. Nani: Yeah, well, from now on… Lilo: I like you better as a sister than a mom. Lilo (while creating voodoo dolls of her playmates): My friends need to be punished. Pleakley: Look! A mosquito has chosen me as her perch. She’s so beautiful. Look, another one! And another one! Why, it’s a whole flock! They like me! They’re nuzzling my flesh with their noses! Now they’re… they’re… Aaaaaaaah! Lilo: You came back. Stitch: Nobody gets left behind. Stitch: This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little, and broken, but still good. Yeah - still good. Some of my favorite scenes from the film: The beautiful opening credits sequence:

The Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride scene: 

“20?” Bowyetta didn’t exactly like the sound of that. She was still feeling a little bit out of it, and she just wanted her friends fixed as soon as possible. “No, no. Faster.”

“F-Faster?“ Beep seemed shocked by Bowyetta’s sudden pushiness. “Bowyetta, we don’t even know if she can-”

“Fasterrr.”

Beep sighed. “I’m… So sorry about her. She’s not usually this emotional, and I didn’t have to adjust anything inside her head. I wonder…”

“It really won’t seem like that long once I get started,” Mocha tried to add on. Her ear twisted a bit in discomfort. “I’ve been working in the field for three years now.”

Angie perked up at Beep’s last sentence. She glanced over while drying the inside of a coffee pot. “What’s up?”

“Eek!”

The Repairman turned, satisfied that the glass was supported, to see that the wooden tower was about ready to topple! No, he couldn’t have this happen! He had to help out somehow!

He dashed over to the other side, and pulled out a trampoline. That should soften the impact, right?

He kept beaming about this stroke of genius, apparently oblivious to the fact that the wooden frames simply bounced up into the air…

Landing right on top of the Repairman, making a huge cacophony of clatters and slams, and kicking dust up everywhere.

When it all settled, the Repairman burst out of the top part of the newly formed pile, and not only was his vision still shaky and pulsating with colors, but now he was seeing double as his eyes spun around.

Suddenly, he whipped out an ordinary wooden pop gun and pointed it a few feet to the right of Aggie.

“IKNOWTHEREWASONLYONEAGGIE,” he shouted, hands shaking as he glared at what his caffeine-and-concussion-addled mind thought was two of the coyote. “WHICHONEISTHEREALREALREALONE?!”

‘You gotta be kidding me’ was the only thought going through her head.

How was she to prove herself? And exactly how strong WAS that drink again? She didn’t know. She didn’t have caffeine goggles with her.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” She held her paws out next to her head. “It’s just me!”

Boywtta looked back down at her arrows again, before slowly handing them over. “Please helping them,” she mumbled, before sitting back down and taking another drink.

Beep nervously shifted in her seat, brushing herself off slightly. “W-we’re very sorry to trouble you like this. It’s just that, metalworking isn’t exactly my area, and her arrows are very important to her, and she really can’t… Uh. go back there…”

“Don’t be sorry, dears.” The Great Dane nodded to the two of them. She opened her bag and took out a few tools. “I didn’t see anything too life threatening. It’ll probably take me about 20 minutes at the most.”