Lilo! There you are, honey face! This is Mr..."Bubbles". Nice to meet you. Your knuckles...

Nani: Lilo! There you are, honey face! This is Mr..."Bubbles". Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Nice to meet you. Lilo: Your knuckles say "cobra"..."Cobra Bubbles"... you don't *look* like a social worker. Mr. Cobra Bubbles: I'm a special classification. Lilo: Did you ever kill anyone? Mr. Cobra Bubbles: We're getting off the subject. Let's talk about you. Are you... happy? Lilo: I'm adjusted. [Repeats what Nani is signing to her behind Bubbles' back] Lilo: I eat all four food groups, and look both ways before crossing the street... and take long naps... [Nani pumps her fist in triumph] Lilo: and get disciplined? Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Disciplined? Lilo: Yeah! She disciplines me real good. [Nani holds out here hand in "stop" gesture] Lilo: Sometimes five times a day! With bricks! Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Bricks? Lilo: Uh huh... in a pillow case... Nani: Okay, that's enough sugar for you! Why don't you run along now, you little cutie. The other social workers just thought she was a scream. Thirsty? Mr. Cobra Bubbles: Let me illuminate to you the precarious situation in which you have found yourself. I am the one they call when things go wrong, and things have indeed gone wrong.

Yes. I'm Nani. Nice to meet you, Mister... Bubbles. Mr. Bubbles. That's a strange... Yes, I know. Are you going to invite me in, Nani? I thought we could sit out here and talk. I don't think so. Right. This way. Wait here. Hey! So, lemonade? Do you often leave your sister home alone? No. Never. Well, except for just now. I had to run to the store to get some... You left the stove on while you were out? Low heat! Just a simmer. It's coming along great. I found that this morning. Lilo! There you are. Honey face, this is Mr. Bubbles. Nice to meet you. Your knuckles say "Cobra." Cobra Bubbles. You don't look like a social worker. I'm a special classification. Did you ever kill anyone? We're getting off the subject. Let's talk about you. Are you happy? I'm adjusted. I eat four food groups and look both ways before crossing the street and take long naps and get disciplined. Disciplined? Yeah. She disciplines me real good. Sometimes five times a day. - No. - With bricks. Bricks? In a pillowcase. Okay! That's enough sugar for you. Why don't you run along, you little cutie? The other social workers just thought she was a scream. Thirsty? Let me illuminate to you the precarious situation