Harley was not a motorcycle. SHe did make

Harley was not a motorcycle. SHe did make loud noises and exhaust came out of her butt often but she could not be taken for a ride. EMa was sad because of this and slapped her on

butt. But it is ok because Harley slapped her in the face. Ema didn't like this so she

grabbed a book out of her bag and hit her with it!

"DUDE! WHY did you DO that??!!" I screamed. Dude was caught red-handed with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He feigned a convulsion, but I was on to him. "DUDE! STOP! You're

going to destroy the world!! Do not press the red button!

"Pffft. Yeah, right," he said. "As if this is even functional anymore. You know what they say about old buttons like these...

They always corrode and cause fires." No sooner had he said this than the little gremlin on his right pushed the button and cackled. But both were surprised when instead of fire

the elevator moved smoothly to Level 8. He left the gremlins behind in the elevator, scratching their bald heads in confusion, and strode to the reception desk. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," he said, "There are a bunch of gremlins in the elevator. Any way we can trap them between floors?" The receptionist nodded wearily and pushed a secret button under the desk.

Was her tired state what made her press the button for the lift's sprinkler system instead? Regardless, to Earth's jubilant new rulers she remains "Simon Bolivar of the Gremlins".