Ask a character a question, any question, and they HAVE to answer completely honestly. Have to. It's the meme rule. Even if they'd normally lie, they suddenly have been hit with a truth serum of some kind and must tell the truth. Bwaha.

This applies to Stitch and Cerb and, because he's my only Mixed_Muses headvoice whois hung around for more than one EP, Jumba too.

Hey there!

If you're here odds are I have a slowtime with you, or we've been braining nefariously about prospective plot ideas for our pups. Or you're really, really bored and decided to follow the link out of curiousity (which is a totally legitimate reason for being here! Welcome!).

Anywho, this here entry is going to serve as a reminder for me during my fleeting moments of intarweb time as to who I owe tags to. Just comment with your pup, which of mine you want (I think Stitch is in the clear for once? Maybe?), and I'll get back to you ASAP.

Dear Abby's got nothing on our resident space koala. Ask anything you'd like and get an IC response. Sadly, I can't make any guarantees that the answers will be particularly verbose. Or polite. Or intelligible... 

With that in mind, fire away!

The sun breaks over a calm autumn scene. Mist rolls from the gently lapping lake, shrouding the forest and outbuildings in an opaque blanket. It's early, Too early for the dawn chorus of birdsong, too early for nearly anything to be stirring much at all. The silence is punctuated by a familiar sound.

Snufflesnufflesnufflesnufflesnuffle.

There is a new quary today. Someone who has apparently taken no pains to conceal his presence at all. Jack Sparrow's pungent footfalls practically scream their location from the dewy grass. This is too easy.

For the linguistically gifted pups (and anyone who's just curious) I present a roughly translated list of Stitch's in-canon vocabulary. Please keep in mind that tone of voice has a lot of weight in his language, just as it does in most of ours. "Gaba ika tasoopa?" accompanied by a placating shrug is quite a different question than "Gaba ika tasoopa?! *growlsnarlrar*".

Edit: Millcanon vocabulary is specified by Green Text.


A
Achi-baba= Friend

Aggaba!= Stop!

Ah-chooga moopa!= Everybody out!

Aka boocha = Let me out!

Aka-choota= Gotta go!
Aka tiki baba = There it is/ It's over there

Akootah= Let's dig

B
Batookah = Formal greeting
Boojiboo = term of endearment (usually in the romantic sense)

C
Choota = ...it's not polite. We'll leave it at that.

E
Eegalagoo= Wow!

Emba-chua= You said it 

F
Feeboogoo!= Bring it on!

G

Gaba? = What?

Gaba ika tasoopa?= What's the big deal?

Goobaja = Let’s go

I 

Ih= Yes

Ika patooba = Baldy

K
Kata bakka dooka?= May I be destructive?

 
M
Maka maka = Hurry!

Meega = Me / I / I’m

Meega Na La Queesta = The Queen Mother of Stitchian curses

Meega-o-itume!= Get away from me!

Mockeecha!= Mine!

Morcheeba= Very nice

N
Naga= No
Naga bootifa= Not cool

Naga-takabah!= No way!

O
Ogata!=Ouch!
Ohufi = Casual greeting

S
Soka= Sorry

T

Takka!= Thanks!

Tukibowaba = Yahoo/ Cowabunga etc.
Toobaga = Moron/dumbass (or other! it is a flexible insult)

Y
Yu Porma dissy!= A rude remark insulting the recipient’s mother

It was raining. It almost always rained in the afternoons. Admittedly the rain was relatively sparse this late in August, but that did little to alleviate the boredom. Fat drops beat against the windows and was met by the rhythmic thudding of a tennis ball striking a wall. Thud, bounce, catch. There was very little movement to indicate that the small form was conscious. Only the wrist moved, bouncing the ball with unerring accuracy at the same patch of wall and seizing it out of the air.

Rain was the worst. At least some afternoons, he was able to wait in the tree house. Outdoors offered countless distractions. A sunny afternoon outside could almost make him forget that he had to spend a few hours alone.

It had nearly been a month and the kumu was still firm that Lilo leave Stitch at home during class. It was too risky, he’d told Nani over the phone. Lilo obviously couldn’t control the dog. What if it’d hurt someone?

There was a startled gasp from the downstairs. Pleakley was “conducting his research on human interaction” in the living room. During this time of day, it usually involved watching four hours of Soap Operas topped off with an episode of Dr. Phil. Jumba had disappeared in to the rain some time after lunch, presumably to putter around his laboratory in the large spaceship parked behind the house.

Thud, bounce, catch. Thud, bounce, catch. Thud, bounce, bouncebouncebounce…

“Hey!” Stitch cried as the tennis ball made a bid for freedom. It had slipped past his claws, rebounded off the baseboard of the lower bunk and was now quickly descending from view down the staircase.

“Aah! Meeo dakka poju!” The little alien scurried down the stairs in hot pursuit. The ball took to the air midway down the stairs. Unfortunately, further escape attempts were halted as Stitch leapt after it and seized the ball out of midair. The closed door at the bottom of the stairs rudely interrupted the pair’s flight. With a tooth rattling crash the door was thrown back on its hinges and a rolling mess of sporting good and extraterrestrial mayhem tumbled through.