He gingerly opened the door. The flashing

He gingerly opened the door. The flashing lights blinded him. The Indian in the cupboard had built a casino. The Indian walked out in a shark skin suit and

all of a sudden, came a little blue white creature that looked like a smurf, until

I fed it food at midnight. It turned into a gremlin! The little monster started ravaging the kitchen and then it...

used the handy airfone to order up one a them all-in-one Gremlin catch and contain units on page 72. Ten minutes later I was out on the wing with a G2 9000 and an angry Gremlin

being severely distressed in what was an inconvenient balancing act for him. 6000 feet in the air was no place for a gremlin, even though he could survive better than me, but he

shifted the AMC Gremlin into reverse, which brought the wacky 80's time machine back to prsent day. "Balance, my pitootie. Whacha gonna do now?" the gremlin driver said to himself

and to the him in the passenger seat. It took a moment for them to recognize one another. "Gah!" they shouted in unison. The time-traveling AMC Gremlin had cloned the driver

. It was a prickly situation since the time-traveling taxi fee schedule didn't cover cloned drivers. "I'm not paying a surcharge for extra passengers!" said passenger Grockberger

just as snarky Ned Carpo popped in to say that maybe Grockberger should consider his own temporomaterial footprint. Grockberger paid the cabbie and walked home in the rain.