Video 014 [Accidental]
[The video opens to Stitch sitting in the middle of the living room of Edgeworth's apartment, wearing a really festive Reindeer sweater with matching Santa hat while cradling a small record player on his lap (he had found it during one of his excursions in the city). There were a pile of old Elvis records scattered across the floor. It seems like our furry blue friend is having trouble picking which record to listen to.
Finally, his ears perk up, giving a little "Ohhh~" sound when he found the one the piqued his curiosity the most. He puts the record player gently on the floor, carefully taking out the chosen record from its sleeve and placing it in the device. He lets the needle scratch the grooves and then the King started to sing.]
♪I’ll have a blue Christmas without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won’t be the same dear, if you’re not here with me
And when the blue snowflakes start falling
That’s when those blue memories start calling
You’ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue Christmas
You’ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue, blue Christmas...♪
[As the alien listened to the song more, his ears started to droop, the inquisitive expression Stitch had on his face made way for something more bittersweet. How can he be sad when he was listening to Elvis? The Elvis! Usually, listening to him made Stitch happier, reminding him of Hawaii and making him less homesick. Though this was not the case here.
A sniffle can be heard but Stitch quickly wiped his nose and his eyes with his paws. It does look like the little guy was trying his hardest not to cry, however, he finally let out a sob, quickly burying his face into his paws in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making.
He sinks lower on the floor, his shoulders slumped over, taking the Santa hat off his head. There could be only one possible reason for him to be feeling this way. ]
... [He heaves a heavy sigh and then softly:] Lilo.
[He won't be able to celebrate Christmas with her this year, seeing that she had disappeared during the statue attack. It probably only hit him now that she was really... gone.]
Finally, his ears perk up, giving a little "Ohhh~" sound when he found the one the piqued his curiosity the most. He puts the record player gently on the floor, carefully taking out the chosen record from its sleeve and placing it in the device. He lets the needle scratch the grooves and then the King started to sing.]
♪I’ll have a blue Christmas without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won’t be the same dear, if you’re not here with me
And when the blue snowflakes start falling
That’s when those blue memories start calling
You’ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue Christmas
You’ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white
But I’ll have a blue, blue Christmas...♪
[As the alien listened to the song more, his ears started to droop, the inquisitive expression Stitch had on his face made way for something more bittersweet. How can he be sad when he was listening to Elvis? The Elvis! Usually, listening to him made Stitch happier, reminding him of Hawaii and making him less homesick. Though this was not the case here.
A sniffle can be heard but Stitch quickly wiped his nose and his eyes with his paws. It does look like the little guy was trying his hardest not to cry, however, he finally let out a sob, quickly burying his face into his paws in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was making.
He sinks lower on the floor, his shoulders slumped over, taking the Santa hat off his head. There could be only one possible reason for him to be feeling this way. ]
... [He heaves a heavy sigh and then softly:] Lilo.
[He won't be able to celebrate Christmas with her this year, seeing that she had disappeared during the statue attack. It probably only hit him now that she was really... gone.]