Not Stuck, Just Rocking

Stuck? Stitch was NEVER stuck! To prove it, I scrambled out of the fleece cave and launched myself onto the sofa arm. Oofa! A black plastic brick with rubber dots was lying right there. I stomped a back paw down—click! The giant screen lit up with blaring trumpets and a spinning logo. Boom! Ih-kiki! I grabbed the remote like a surfboard, rocking it across the cushions while pretending to be a wild rockstar. Definitely not stuck!