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Gremlins 2: Rewritten \ Movin' On Up To the East
Gremlins 2: Rewritten \ Movin' On Up To the East Side
Written 12-26-92 by: David Minter
Based on the movie Gremlins 2 @1990 by Warner Brothers
Pictures Incorporated and the concept of the Book and
Record Set copyrighted in a myriad number of years by a
vast number of individuals.
It didn't want to be out here. It had no choice.
Against its own will, its body kept toiling on, wandering
and wondering aimlessly about the grasslands/plains. It
noticed several farms, courts, and the remains of a once
proud town along the way, but its mad, little mind could
not register these images. It continued on, slobbering,
gnashing its teeth, and babbling incoherently along its
merry way. He didn't want to be out here either. He was
a high ranking scientist, damn it! Relegated to field
research, he was angry at his boss. Wandering the plains
in search of odd life forms for study. As if there really
would be any new forms of life on the Earth anyway. Well,
they had discovered the large, scaly creature next door to
a farm house, owned amazingly enough by Adam West. But
when they tried to take some DNA samples, it simply
dissolved away, much like West's career. They continued
on. He was cursing the powers that be so strongly, that
he almost failed to notice the new form of life waddling
its way towards him.
This is the story of Gremlins 2: Rewritten \ Movin' On Up
To the East Side. Read along with me in this pathetic
attempt at a Book and Record Set parody! You would know
it was time to turn the page, if I'd space the paragraphs
appropriately, when you heard the Road Runner beep like
this BEEP! BEEP! Now, if you are ready, we will stop,
er, start the story G.I. Joe: Operation Outer Space!
Oops! Wrong story. Aw, let's just get on with it!
Remember to turn the page every time you hear BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP!
The Peltzers had had a rough go of it after the
attack of Mentos, the evil one. He ( he being Mentos )
had decimated their farm and left Mrs. Peltzer in a state
of dementia. She had been reduced to a blubbering,
drooling mass that would periodically lose its faculties,
like consciousness, intelligence, and libido, and became a
financial burden to Rand. He had squandered most of his
meager savings, earned from the meager sales of the
self-heating burrito, trying to keep his wife in the
psychiatric hospital. He now practically lived there,
what with him visiting her 25 hours out of a 24 hour day.
Rand was now several weeks ahead of everyone else in our
time stream. The weight of these stresses proved to much
for his fragile mind. Finally collapsing from sheer
exhaustion, he now freely joins his wife because he hasn't
revived yet. BEEP! BEEP!
The scientist pondered this odd ball of fur hurtling
its mad way at him. It came upon his leg, pounced on his
ankle, and feebly attempted to gnaw its way through his
trouser leg. They all stared at this strange apparition
that had appeared from the night, unlike the Lone Ranger.
The creature looked up at the men gathered around it and
tried to jump up and bite each one on the hand. "It seems
to be rabid," one scientist noticed. "Give it the knock
out gas," said their African tour guide in his
stereotyped accent. Minutes later, with their formerly
crazed now asleep prize safely tucked away in
refrigeration, they decided it was best to head for home.
"Team Proto-Beta-Delta-Alpha-Gamma-Omega-Zeta-Theta Chi to
Bob. Come in Bob." "Bob here," the voice squeaked from
the radio. "We have a confirmation. I repeat, a Code
Chartreuse alert." "Affirmative. Laboratory sealed and
sanctioned as per instructions. No-fly zone established
over lab." "Right, Bob. We're headin' home!" The
all-terrain rover speed off just in time to avoid a
confrontation with the old, Chinese man. "Hmmmmm," (
began. "I could have sworn I heard his voice coming from
over in this direction. Oh, well." The old, Chinese
turned and headed back, disappointed. He left the plains
very angry after his unsuccessful search. BEEP! BEEP!
Having returned to his old curio shop in Chinatown,
the old, Chinese man resumed his old game of chess with
his not so old grandson. Just as he was about to move his
rook to check and mate and humiliate his grandson yet
again ( He always won his chess games, usually by
cheating. ), when the front door burst open and in strode
two large, burly Secret-Service-esque gentlemen. They
flanked the exits so as not to let anyone escape. A
snotty lawyer individual walked in. I use the word lawyer
because that was exactly what he was. BEEP! BEEP!
He walked up to the old, Chinese man. "Are either
one or both of you a mister Parenthesis Quan?" "I yam,"
the old man answered trying to imitate a Popeye voice. "No
thanks. I can't stand yams," the lawyer fellow answered,
much to the consternation of the old man. Taking the pipe
he held tight in his teeth much like Santa Claus, he
stuffed the metal Civil War Chess Set rook into it. He
held it over a conveniently located flame that ( kept
burning to honor the Dragon god and turned it like he was
roasting a hot dog. "Continue." "I represent mister
Ronald X. Chump, billionaire extraordinaire. For reasons
which we do not wish to express, mainly because we don't
have any, we wish to tear down your shop." The old man
calmly withdrew his pipe from the flames and placed the
scalding hot metal chess piece on the lawyer's face. BEEP!
BEEP!
The lawyer screamed in pain, withdrew his face, and
placed his hand on the scalded flesh, which was really
rather futile as it hurt him like hell. "Now you know how
my sister must have felt." "YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE
THAT!" the lawyer shouted. "We have friends in high
places! Places where high men with high intolerances to
pain and high intolerances to their consciences can be
bought." "Like I care!" the old Chinese man cared.
"Fine! If that's the way it's played, I've got the balls
for it!" He motioned to his two monstrous sentries. "Hurt
the boy and make something unfortunate happen to the old
man... whose head happens to be rolling across the table
top." Bouncers aren't paid to use their heads, just their
brawn. So, they made no quips about demolishing these
Chinese fools. ( and his grandson were effectively
removed from the rest of this story. BEEP! BEEP!
We spoke of Adam West earlier. Some of you might
actually care about what happened to him. He amazingly
enough earned some money after defeating the evil one.
This incident, much like his life, was soon forgotten, but
he managed to claw out an existence. He sold an idea he
said he had "created" to Milton Bradley. It was game of
stacking blocks that he called Bandu. It became an
instant hit, amazingly enough, but was soon forgotten.
BEEP! BEEP!
Now, back to the crux of these series Billy and Kate.
After spending another restful night of sleeping, that was
related more to sex that rest, Billy hot-wired Adam West's
tractor ( His family's tractor, much like their farm and
lives, had been destroyed. ). He and Kate drove to the
next nearest town being thirteen miles away, what with
Innesfree gone. Actually, they only drove nine miles of
their trek because they ran out of gas. They walked the
remaining distance and were wiped out by the time they
reached a hotel. They were to tired to even screw.
Despite this fact, they still had hell to pay come next
morning. BEEP! BEEP!
When it came time to pay up, Billy noticed that he
had failed to bring his wallet with him. Not that it
would have made any real difference, because Billy was
miles away from the bank where he worked and now Kingston
Falls is all but dead from the ptomaine incident. But,
Billy had no time to worry about such trivialities. Much
like every other living individual on this planet, he had
to worry about money. Billy and Kate had done something
rather foolish. They had chosen the penthouse ( Ha! Ha! )
sweet, which comes with free hourly Icy Hot rub downs.
The hotel gave him 47 minutes to pay up or die. Not that
it would have mattered if Billy died because we all know
he can't die until he defeats the ultimate evil. It's just
that he didn't want to see Rand I again. BEEP! BEEP!
To make sure that Billy would comply, they kept Kate
as a hostage/collateral. First off, Billy pan-handled for
enough change for gas to get Adam West's tractor started.
Next, he got a ticket for driving a tractor down the main
street of a busy city. That gave him the idea to sell the
tractor. It made no difference to him, because it wasn't
his. As he was transferring the ownership of the vehicle
to the new buyer, illegally of course considering it
wasn't Billy's to sell in the first place, he noticed that
he still had the strange box that he had found in the
crater at the farm. Taking the device, Billy made a jaunt
down to the local pawn shop and hocked it for a pretty
good price, considering no one knew what it was for. He
got around 500 dollars for it. This amount was enough to
cover his and Kate's hotel expenses and to move to New
York just for the hell of it. The remaining money was
only enough for a one person, one way ticket though. But,
Billy improvised. He bought that self same ticket, a
suitcase, and a chain saw. You might wonder what the
chain saw is for and I know you'll be surprised at the use
of the suitcase. With only one ticket, Billy had to
smuggle Kate onto the plane. No way he was going to leave
a great piece of ass like her behind! So, he cut Kate
into various parts and stuffed them into his suitcase.
Carrying Kate on board the plane in pieces was easier than
he thought it would be. Using his last few dollars, Billy
hired a voodoo witch doctor to sew Kate back together and
use his black magic to bring Kate's soul back from the
Realm of the Dead and to magically deliciously remove the
stitches. BEEP! BEEP!
They have been in New York for about three months
now, and neither of them has gotten a job yet. Billy was
so almost like Adam West that he contemplated suicide, but
it is very hard to overdose on Kool Aid. He drove to the
nearest bridge late one night. He stared at the swishing
waters and noticed how much it looked like vodka. As he
stepped over the rail ( not to jump, he just wanted to try
some of the vodka ), a figure fell from the heavens and
splashed in the river. Instinctively and stupidly, Billy
rushed in, fought off blood thirsty sharks, and rescued
the little man. Back on shore, Billy dusted off the
little man. "Thank you, my boy," the angelic looking man
began. He was dressed in a white smock that covered more
than his entire body, but also several feet behind him as
well. He fished into a pocket and pulled out a soggy
card. Staring in the dim moonlight trying to make out the
now running ink, he studied the paper thoroughly. He
looked at Billy and said, "Are you a Mister... Bailey?
George Bailey?" "No. I'm Billy. Billy Peltzer." "Oh
yeah!" the man finally said in recognition. "I should
have known from Rand's description. 'Scuse me. I must
take my leave now." In a flash of pure heavenly light,
the strange man was gone. BEEP! BEEP!
Billy pondered on this odd exchange for a moment.
"George Bailey? Hmmmmm. My father actually has a
friend." Billy resumed trying to toss himself off of the
bridge. That was when he noticed the large towers looming
on the horizon, towers that seemed to stretch up and
embrace the heavens. Light shown 'round about them. A
golden ray struck Billy's bad eye, so it didn't do any
permanent damage because it was already permanently
damaged. But, this was more that just an annoying beam
that reminded him of all the stuff that he couldn't see
with that eye anymore. It reminded him of something a
whole lot more beautiful. His mind wondered back to the
good old days when his first father worked at a nuclear
power plant and how he would let him randomly play with
several of the control rods in the red hot reactor. Rand I
had always said that playing with nuclear hot control rods
would put hair on your chest, alter your genetic
structure, and make you die of cancer. Despite of the
fact that Billy hated his previous father figure, he
couldn't deny that he loved these memories. BEEP! BEEP!
This golden light was akin to a purifying fire upon
his mind. America was a land of opportunity, all one had
to do was seize it by the balls. He had made up his mind.
Tomorrow, after a really good roll in the hay with Kate,
he would go down to these golden pillars and get a job.
Billy was so ecstatic that he lost his footing on the
bridge's railing and fell in the river anyway. The
current carried him happily away, back home. BEEP! BEEP!
The next day, Billy went down to the Chump Towers,
the source of his life giving revelation, and took the
test for a job. This specially designed test was made to
determine a.) if you had enough sense to hold a job and
b.) which job you could do. Billy's score was lower than
was needed to become a janitor there. So, he became a
graphics artist for Ronald Chump. But, this wasn't enough
for him. Even though he knew he had to work, he wasn't
about to suffer alone, so he would force Kate to get a job
here as well. It would work out perfectly if they
suddenly and without warning or reason became horny. Chump
Towers Incorporated, being the largest corporation in New
York, would have to have some computer terminals
somewhere. Well, this was its headquarters, so it had to
have at least three computers in it. The actually number
it contained was two less than that, but it was sufficient
for Billy's needs. Using his political influence, as well
as his little computer knowledge and a whole lot of luck
( You know, if Billy could bottle the amount luck that he
gets, he could earn at least $1.95. ), Billy got Kate a
job there as well. BEEP! BEEP!
Kate became the concierge to the Vice President of
the headquarters of the New York branch of Chump Towers.
Occasionally, she slept with him, with out Billy's
knowledge, of course. It was part of the job description.
Chump Towers had an exclusive clause in its building code,
not only condoning sexual harassment but encouraging it.
Kate, on the other hand, rather enjoyed it. Usually
though, Kate gave guided tours of the building for some
odd reason that was never fully explained to her
satisfaction. To give Kate the satisfaction she wanted,
they agreed to let her sleep with the VP. BEEP! BEEP!
Several months went by and Christmas was approaching.
This year, besides the usual bang, Billy wanted to give
Kate something really special. So, he set out on a quest
to get the Vice President's job at Chump Towers. He
thought that would really surprise her. Unfortunately, it
would probably be Billy who would be surprised when he
found out what Kate's main function was. Anyway, Billy
finally decided to take the test one day. This test was a
very special one, designed for Vice Presidents only. Billy
was shaving his breakfast early the next morning. Just as
he was about to eat his face, he noticed something
horrifying in the mirror. It was a monstrous, evil,
large, red... PIMPLE! "SHIT!" Billy cursed. "I barely
have time to shave my breakfast, much less eat my face or
squeeze out zits! It'll just have to wait. Otherwise,
I'll be late for the test, and they only give them once
every few millennia when Mars aligns with Jupiter." Billy
rushed out of the bathroom, changed, kissed Kate goodbye,
daily cursed the powers that be for being alive, and got
in his new non-Transformer car. BEEP! BEEP!
Billy was hurrying down the dark road. It was rather
odd that the tests were given shortly before sunrise and
shortly after an animal sacrifice, but that was the way
the current VP wanted it. Billy sped onto the bridge that
just a few months earlier he had tried to jump off of. He
noticed a road sign saying, "Danger! Ice on Bridge!" He
turned back from the sign just in time to see a figure
dash out into the road right in front of his car. Billy
screeched to a halt. After his body returned to an
upright, locked position from the effects of Newton's
First Law of Motion, Billy saw the figure run away from
his car. In the glare of his headlights, Billy could see
the man. Although he couldn't make out any of his
features, to this day he swears he saw the word Vanilla on
the back of his jacket. BEEP! BEEP!
Billy rushed into the testing room just before the
blast doors sealed, the radiation shield lowered, and the
area searched for land mines. Billy took his seat and
began the test. The test went as follows... The Test for
the Vice Presidency of Chump Towers Inc. Note: You must
first answer this question in order to become a Chump VP.
All other answers become invalid if you miss this
question. Spell Potato. ( Of course only the definition
was given, not the real word. That would be too easy. )
Instructions. Read each question thoroughly. Answer all
questions. Time limit is four hours. Begin immediately.
Section I. History. Describe the origins of the Papacy
from its origins to the present. Concentrate specially,
but not exclusively, on the social aspects. Be brief,
concise, and specific. Section II. Literature. Compose
an epic poem based on the events of your own life in which
you see and footnote allusions to T.S. Elliot, Keats,
Chaucer, Dante, Norse mythology, and the Marx Brothers.
Critique your own poem. Section III. Music Appreciation.
Write a piano concerto. Orchestrate it and perform it
with pan flute and drum. You will find a piano under your
seat. Section IV. Logic. Using accepted methodology,
prove all of the following: That the universe is, indeed,
infinite; that truth is beauty; that there is NOT a little
person who turns off the light when you close the
refrigerator door; that you are the person taking this
exam. Next, disprove all of the above. Show all work.
Section V. Philosophy. Sketch the development of human
thought and compare it with any other kind of thought.
Section VI. Medicine. On the table to your right, you
have been provided with a razor blade, a piece of gauze,
and a bottle of Scotch. Remove your own appendix. Do not
suture until your work has been inspected. Now, remove
the pancreas from the person on your left. Section VII.
Biology. Create life. Estimate its impact on the English
Parliamentary system. Section VIII. Psychology.
Successfully subject yourself to analysis. Make any
appropriate personality changes necessary, bill yourself,
and fill out all the needed medical forms. Now do the
same to the person seated to your immediate left, paying
special attention to try to console him over the loss of
his pancreas. If there is no person to your immediate
left, you fail. If you fail, console yourself along the
same guidelines. Section IX. Social Problems. Estimate
the sociological effects of the end of the world. Show
how boy meets girl theory developed and design an
experiment to prove that theory. Section X. Economics.
Develop a realistic plan to reduce the national debt.
Trace the effects of your plan on the American citizen,
Cubanism, and the wave theory of light. Section XI.
Computer science. Define it. Define computer. Define
science. Section XII. Speech. 2,500 riot crazed people
are storming the room. Calm them. Use any ancient
language except Latin or Greek. Section XIII. Botany.
Develop the ultimate strain of popping corn. Write your
Nobel Prize acceptance speech. Section XIV. Government.
There is a red telephone on the desk next to your surgical
tools used in section VI. Start World War III and report
at length its socio-political effects, if any. Section
XV. Comprehension. A three minute timed test. Read
everything in this section before doing anything. Put
your name in the upper right hand corner of this page.
Circle the word name in the last sentence. Sign your name
under the title of this paper. After the title write,
"Yes, yes, yes!" Put an X in the lower left hand corner
of this paper. Draw a triangle around the X. On the back
of this paper, multiply 703 by 668. Loudly call out your
name. If you think you have successfully followed the
directions so far, call out, "I have!" Punch three small
holes in the top of this paper. If you are the first
person to get this far, call out, "I am the first person
to get this far! I am leading in following directions!"
On the back side, add 8590 and 9580. Put a circle around
your answer and put a square around the circle. Now that
you have finished carefully reading these directions,
don't do any of them. Section XVI. Bonus. Give today's
date... in metric and in Roman numerals. BEEP! BEEP!
Four hours later, an exhausted, sweaty, teary-eyed
Billy turned in his test and collapsed onto the floor.
When he awoke, he was in the office of the Vice President
of the headquarters of the New York branch of Chump Towers
Incorporated. "Glad to see you're awake," Chuck, the VP
and Kate's extra lover, began. "Now that consciousness
has returned, I can give you the real bad news." Chuck
fished into the inside pocket of his vest and pulled out
his three by five note cards. These note cards contained
the specially prepared speech of failure to the specially
prepared test for the Vice President's job. The test was
designed by Chuck, as it was done by his predecessor and
every other VP before him, and after, to keep their
positions. So, this speech was designed for much the same
reason. As Chuck was going over his notes, trying to see
how much of it he remembered, he noticed the results of
Billy's test. He got a 76%, one more percentage point
than the needed score to secede to the Vice Presidency.
"WHAT?! He even correctly spelled potato!" Chuck almost
up-chucked upon seeing this, but decided instead to go mad
and suffer a heart attack. BEEP! BEEP!
Billy was becoming a little worried at Chuck's
writhing and thrashing about the room shouting, "76!" He
rushed over to his superior and soon to be inferior.
"Chuck! Chuck, all you alright? Are you having a nervous
breakdown... or an orgasm?" Chuck paused, stared
inevitably at the ceiling and slowly dropped his gaze to
meet Billy's. "76!" he continued to shout. "76? Maybe
you mean 69. Then you are having an orgasm." Chuck
stared at Billy in confusion and resumes shouting, "76!"
Then, it dawned on Billy. Could it be? Could it?! But,
HOW!? How could he possibly know? Billy rushed up to
him, grabbed him by the collar, shook him violently, and
shouted back at him, "76! How could you possibly know
about the zombies!?" "Zombies?" Chuck asked meekly. He
looked down at Billy's fists clutching his shirt. Pushing
him away, he screeched, "Get away from me! They told me
you had the most impossible run of luck ever, but not even
I could foresee this!" Chuck picked up Billy's test and
shook the papers in his face. "76!" "You are having a
nervous breakdown," Billy finally deduced. Chuck spun
about on his heel and pointed at Billy. "I'll show you
who's having a nervous breakdown!" He calmly walked over
to one of the windows in his office, opened it, and
stepped right out of it. Billy rushed over to the open
window. Peering down, he could see the hurtling form of
Chuck, still trying to walk, and shouting, "76!" BEEP!
BEEP!
Confused, Billy returned to the desk and sat at it.
Placing his hand to his head, he noticed his test sprawled
out all over the table top. After carefully scrutinizing
it, he slowly smiled as the impact of it all fell heavily
on him like a cloud of iron. He had done it! He was now
the Vice President of Chump Towers Incorporated's New York
Branch. He knew it would please Kate, but we know it
won't. He also knew the big task that lay ahead of him.
He had a corporation to Vice-President. It was an awesome
responsibility, but seeing as he had saved the world on
two totally different occasions, he thought he could
handle it. BEEP! BEEP!
Billy quickly adjusted to the easy life. Chomping on
one of Chuck's finest imported domestic ( ? ) cigars,
Billy dictated a letter to one of his menial secretary
drones, who all resided several floors down. The purpose
of this letter was to tell Kate to meet the VP at the
rather large dining establishment on the mezzanine level
of the towers, where all the domestic profits came from.
Here were located the many different chain stores that
Chump owned. Each one of the Chump Towers in each state
had these. These included: McChump's, the fast-food
restaurant; Obsidian's, the fine dining restaurant; RTC,
Rent-To-Chumps the electronics store, and Chump E.
Cheese's, the pizza eatery. Billy wanted to meet his
girlfriend at Obsidian's. BEEP! BEEP!
Part of the Vice President's job was to oversee these
profit organizations. He also was supreme commander of
the Chump Cable Network, CCN. He totally revamped the
line-up, and several of his shows are the most popular
creations ever to pop up on the television screen. If the
test for the Vice Presidency hadn't run so long, I had
hoped to go into detail about these shows. But, that'll
have to wait. As will the dinner scene I had planned to
include here, as well, between Billy and Kate. Since
we're running a little long, we'll go ahead and skip to
the laboratory of Doctor William Douglas Wily, located in
the basement of Chump Tower. BEEP! BEEP!
The no-fly zone over his laboratory had been
enforced. The no-fly zone strictly prohibits the wearing
of zippers on your pants... of any kind. One of the
members of Wily's field team hadn't changed out of his
501's after returning. The laser guided rockets did their
job well. Wily placed the containment vessel with the
specimen in the containment vessel for containment vessels
containing specimens and went over to his desk. He
relaxed in his comfy chair and went over his notes, the
reports on the current status of Project: Albatross, and
the memo on the recent change in the command structure at
Chump Towers. Dr. Wily leaned over to his intercom and
pressed the button, connecting him to the upper chains of
command, mainly Billy Peltzer. BEEP! BEEP!
As the Vice President, it is also Billy's job to
oversee the projects in the research and development
division in the basement. The intercom buzzed to life,
arousing Billy from his cigar smoke induced slumber. "Yes.
What eez eet?!" Billy screeched into the device like an
Asthma-Hound Chihuahua. "Ummm," Dr. Wily's meek voice
squeaked forth. "Mister Billy Peltzer?" "Speaking." "Our
new Vice President?" "YES, damn it! What do you want?"
"Doctor William Douglas Wily, here. One of your science
drones from sector G, R and D... in the basement." "Oh,
reah," Billy tried to say "yeah," but he was chomping
down on a newly lit cigar. He removed it and blew smoke
into the room. "You're a scientist, aren't you, Wily?"
"Yes." "An inventor?" Wily paused. "I guess you could
say that." "I don't like inventors. Personal reasons."
Billy thumbed through a file on his desk. "I've been
reading your notes, reports, drawings, and fortunes from
fortune cookies about Project: Albatross. Research into
bionic implants, eh?" Y-yes, sir." "I don't like
cyborgs. Personal reasons. But, Chump, for some odd
reason, wants the project to continue." "Thank you, sir!"
Wily fell to his knees and began to kiss the ground.
BEEP! BEEP!
"Billy Peltzer... Vice President Billy Peltzer,
out!" "Wait, sir!" Wily interrupted. "Yes?" "We came
back from the field expedition with a new form of life."
"Yes," Billy began. "I read about that. Your man should
have been more careful about the attire he chooses."
"Absolutely, sir. But, we need your permission to
experiment on the creature." "Fine by me. Kill it if you
wish. It makes no difference to me." "Undeniably, sir.
Wily out!" Billy leaned back in his chair, put out his
smoke, and went to sleep, dreaming of Kate's glistening,
nude body after the Icy Hot rub down in their hotel room.
They can afford many more of them now. BEEP! BEEP!
Dr. Wily organized his notes, changed into his other
lab coat, checked to make sure he was wearing the trousers
without the zipper in them, and entered the high security
area that his lab had become. These were times that tried
men's souls, but made Dr. Wily's soar. He wasn't happy
unless he was working. He stared at the furry creature.
He smiled wickedly. Dr. Wily was normally not an evil
man, but his work sometimes gets the better of his
judgment. "Well, little fellow. I've been given the
authority to kill you in the name of science if necessary.
Bunsen burner." Dr. Wily held out his hand to a fellow
assistant scientist, Dr. Dan Ranjed, who put a burner in
his palm. Dr. Wily adjusted the alcohol level and ignited
the burner. He brought the lick of flame, ever increasing
in size, towards the animal. "Let's see how it reacts to
fire!" He giggled maniacally as the fire came closer and
closer to burning the fur of the creature. Remember what
I said about Dr. Wily not being a basically evil man?
Well, forget it. Groucho backed away into a far corner of
the containment vessel. The poor Mogwai huddled in sheer
terror as he knew the consequences of the approaching
flame.
This is the end of Gremlins 2: Rewritten \ Movin' On Up To
the East Side. Things seem to be going well for Billy.
But we know better, don't we? What about Kate's not so
monogamous relationship with Billy and Dr. Wily's deranged
experiments in the basement of Chump Towers? What is the
terrible secret, if in fact it is terrible, of Project:
Albatross? How did Ronald Chump make his money? Can any
ordinary individual replicate his formula for success?
What television programs were the mad creations of Billy
Peltzer? Who is George Bailey? Who's the dummy writing
this show? Me! Some of these questions might be
answered, although many of them won't, in Gremlins 2:
Rewritten II \ The Legacy of Billy Peltzer.
Gremlins 2: Rewritten \ Movin' On Up To the East Side
@1992 by David Minter. Based on the movie Gremlins 2
@1990 by Warner Brothers Pictures Incorporated and the
concept of the Book and Record Set @1984 Buena Vista
Records.
Gremlins @1984, 1990 Warner Brothers Pictures
Incorporated.
Gremlins 2 @1990 Warner Brothers Pictures Incorporated.
Buena Vista Records is a subsidiary of Walt Disney
Pictures.
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