Sttich continues to grin after the big man's retreating back for a few seconds before a scent on the breeze distracts him.

Snuffle. Snufflsnufflesnuffle.

The alien unintentetnionally rises back up into a bipedal position (the better to scent the air, nose pointed firmly at one of the stalls along the boardwalk.

"Oooh." And without further warning he's scampering purposefully forward.