I am but humble Sir Jumba. As you may recognise, I have been solely entrusted with the dire responsiblity of containing all failed science experiments in your earthly domain which - while you may call home - I simply call work. And yes, I know you may be wondering, how is Sir Jumba allowed to just give chase all across this landscape without ever becoming the target of perhaps a ballistic missle or any other of your pathetic earthly deterrents - and the answer is twofold: not only have our civilisations reached a mutual agreement but also I'm fucking the DA.
Anyways, I do have some surprising information to share with you fine fellows today. Long has Jumba gone through life ready to help any and all that come to Jumba. But today, that is different - I do have something I need help with on this fine day. I need a place on your fine continent to call house - my current house has been overrun (I won't bore you with the story) and I must urgently plead that any of you do entreat me to a nice place to live. If you are the anarchic type you may even want to explore or reside in my current house - in california which I have heard some of you earthlings find desireable.
Oh, and if you see Lilo tell her that her mommy needs her at home for dinner. Tchuss!