Thinking about the original Lilo and Stitch lately.
Imagine you’re Cobra Bubbles. You’ve had a storied career in the CIA, encountered aliens, even saved the planet once.
I assume at some point you get worn out, tired of the earth-shattering revelations you have to deal with on a daily basis. But you don’t want to retire. So you still work for your government, but you try to help kids by working for CPS. It’s not perfect, but you’re trying to do good.
Then suddenly, after who knows how long, you’re dealing with aliens again. This little girl has a new dog and its an alien. You’re not there undercover, you’re not there for any unusual reason, you’re just at work and bam. You’re dealing with aliens. AGAIN.
And not just any aliens. THE SAME ALIENS. From the ONE TIME you saved the planet. The leader of their government recognizes you. She chuckles like you’re old friends. Then she leaves and suddenly you’ve been adopted into this found family with three aliens. Because now the orphan has an alien for a pet and even though her home life is more stable, CPS will probably still be doing check-ups. And who at CPS has any experience with aliens BESIDES you?
If that’s not the universe telling you what your purpose in life is I don’t know what to tell you. Where’s my Cobra Bubbles movie?