Get out of my kitchen!
Oh, neat.
Mom, are you all right?
Mom, it's Stripe.
-Should I get it? -Yeah, go ahead.
Can we come in? My mom's had a bit of an accident.
-Be careful. -What happened?
Giz?
Bright light! Bright light!
They almost got you, huh?
Climb in here.
The question is totally without meaning.
Pardon me, sir. What?
Thick and heavy. Would 60 gallons be sufficient?
I rarely use it myself, sir. It promotes rust.
Don't worry, Giz, we'll find him.
Gremlins, huh? Little monsters.
Hundreds of them.
I'm not sure. Maybe thousands.
I know it sounds crazy. I know it does.
But in a matter of hours, this town will be a disaster area.
You have got to warn people!
-You think he's drunk? -No, but you are.
I am not drunk!
Tell me something. Where do these "gremlins" come from?
My father gave me one as a present.
Does your father always give you vicious little monsters?
No, they don't start out vicious at first!
Of course not.
They don't! They look like this.
Could you dim the lights in here, please?
Go ahead, Brent. Dim the lights.
Gusto. Yum-yum.
"'Tis the season to be jolly."
Right, Murray?
Quit messing with the TV.
You have the thingy.
Goddamn foreign TV.
I told you we should have got a Zenith!
Foreigners.
I can't get a damn thing on this.
Where are you going?
To check the antenna. Maybe the damn thing blew down.
Be careful, dear.
What the hell is that?
-It's them! -You're crazy!
There's a real gremlin in my cab!
Hello, Anderson. Want to mail something, do you?
A last-minute package.
Be my guest.
That's strange.
Idiot! Look what you did!
Patriotic little fellow, ain't he?
Waving the flag and everything.
Be careful, Frank! He might tear your arm off.
Want me to put the cuffs on him?
How come a cute guy like this...
...could turn into a thousand ugly monsters?
This is before its pupal stage.
Plus it multiplies with water.
Get the kid some water, will you?
-I wouldn't do that. -Sheriff's office.
Yeah, speaking. What?
Yeah, sure, we'll be right over.
The Futtermans. Something about a snowplow. A freak accident.
It's the creatures! They're making it look like an accident.
Sheriff, will you listen to me?
You listen to me, kid!
Go on home, take little Gizmo there...
...sit by the fireplace and open your Christmas presents, okay?
-Let me drive. -No, you're drunk.
You always get to drive.
That's because I'm the sheriff, asshole!
Kopek! Kopek, you stop that, you bad kitty.
You started eating before everybody gets here. Come on, old Dollar Bill.
Mommy will fix you something good to eat.
Everybody here? All right, let go of Mommy's coat.
Christmas carolers. I hate Christmas carolers.
I warned you brats!
What are they? What are they?
Deagle, Deagle, Deagle!
They're here! They've come for me! They've come!
Oh, I'm not ready! I'm not ready yet! I'm not ready!
My God, Frye! That was Mrs. Deagle.
Get them off! Get them off! Help me!
That's Dave Myers. He does Santa every year.
But what the hell is he doing now? What's that stuff he's got all over him?
I think we should go now.
Start the car. I'd really like to go back to the station.
Frank, what in the hell are those things?
It's Christmas. What the hell is going on?
Shut up!
I don't believe it.
You're on with Rockn' Ricky!
Hi, my name is Pete.
These green guys are running around wrecking things.
This is Christmas, not Halloween. Rockn' Ricky's...
...getting fed up with all this Orson Welles crap. What's that?
What's that back there? Some of Rockn' Ricky's fans?
You're not Rockn' Ricky fans!
Sir, I notice that you're, you're a smoker.
I notice that you're a smoker. I see the cigarettes.
I noticed this broken ashtray.
It's very fortunate that I happened to come by right now.
My name's Randall Peltzer. I'm an inventor.
Fantastic ideas for a fantastic world. I make the illogical logical.
I have something here that you might be interested in.
This is...
...the Peltzer Smokeless Ashtray.
I think this can solve your problem, sir.
Please don't bite me.
Are you all right? Let's get out of here.
Don't worry about him. He's with me. He's not one of them.
What's wrong? Why isn't the car starting?
We'll have to make a run for it, okay?
They've been here, too.
What are these things? Where do they come from?
They're gremlins, Kate...
...just like Mr. Futterman said.
Now I have another reason to hate Christmas.
What are you talking about?
The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas.
It was so horrible.
It was Christmas Eve.
I was 9 years old.
Me and Mom were decorating the tree...
...waiting for Dad to come home from work.
A couple hours went by.
Dad wasn't home.
So Mom called the office. No answer.
Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing.
So the police began to search.
Four or five days went by.
Neither one of us could eat or sleep.
Everything was falling apart.
It was snowing outside.
The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire...
...and that's when I noticed the smell.
The firemen came and broke through the chimney top.
And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird.
Instead they pulled out my father.
He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit.
He'd been climbing down the chimney on Christmas Eve...
...his arms loaded with presents.
He was going to surprise us.
He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly.
That's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
Don't worry about the smoke. It'll stop. It's guaranteed.
Barney, shut up. Don't start with me. I got a long way to go tonight.
Where did they all go?
It will be light soon. I bet they're all together someplace dark.
Mogwai.
They're inside.
All of them?
Milk Duds.
What are they doing?
They're watching Snow White.
And they love it.
Where's the boiler room?
It's in the back of the theater.
Milk Duds.
Yum-yum.
Cover your mouth. Don't breathe any gas.
In the department store.
Stripe!
That's Stripe. He's the leader.
If he gets to water, it'll start all over again.
Take Giz, go back and try and find some kind of light switch.
Careful, Billy.
Ward's is your snowplow headquarters.
Attention, Christmas shoppers:
Saturday morning at 8:30, we'll have Santa Claus for all the kiddies.
Light bright!
It takes a certain kind of guy.
And that guy needs a certain kind of dame.
Water!
Gun!
It's been a rough night for Rockn' Ricky...
...but he's still on the air.
The Marines are standing by with fire hoses.
Billy!
Gizmo caca!
Light bright!
What the hell is that?
Dad, your scarf.
This is Lew Lenders, WDHB's Action Central News...
...at the site of Dorry's Tavern...
...or what used to be Dorry's Tavern in Kingston Falls...
...where officials are now blaming...
...mass hysteria for the escalating series of unexplained...
...accidents, fires, and explosions that rocked this once peaceful town...
...on Christmas Eve.
The bizarre demise of Mrs. Ruby Deagle...
...widow of convicted stock swindler Donald Deagle, seems to spell an end....
Don't chew that.
I bet he'd like some chicken soup.
Honey, this is the gentleman who sold me the Mogwai.
Sold. An interesting choice of words.
...conflicting eyewitness reports concerning "little green men "....
You teach him to watch television?
There was, I believe, a box.
Dad....
Rand, your scarf.
I warned you.
With Mogwai comes much responsibility. But you didn't listen.
And you see what happens.
I didn't mean it.
You do with Mogwai what your society...
...has done with all of nature's gifts.
You do not understand.
You are not ready.
He has something to say to you.
You understand what he says when he speaks to you?
To hear, one has only to listen.
'Bye, Billy.
Perhaps someday you may be ready.
Until then, Mogwai...
...will be waiting.
I just want to tell you that I am truly sorry for what's happened.
And if you would accept it, I'd like to give you this small token.
There's only one other one. This is my invention.
Smokeless ashtray.
How did you know that?
Man at gas station try to sell me.
Latest word in technology.
Very generous of you.
I'm sure it will come in handy.
Well, that's the story.
So if your air conditioner or washing machine blows up or...
...your video recorder conks out...
...before you call the repairman...
...turn on the lights, check all the closets and cupboards...
...Iook under all the beds.
Because you never can tell.
There just might be a gremlin in your house.