New England: Gremlin

A wondrous tale of creatures and spells and heroics in dear Boston, where heroics might complement Christmastime disaster(s).

Signing off with another fanfiction-adaptation of the amazing film Gremlins (Joe Dante). Enjoy, 

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In the quiet snowy Christmas-town of Boston (New England) lived a young man (Amlan Satan) and his remarried wife and daughter (Isa and Esha) and were planning a rather quaint winter season of happy holiday-season shopping.

Amlan is a baseball-cards store owner who collects mostly Phillies and Red Sox cards, since his two favorite/iconic teams are from Philadelphia (where he spent his childhood years!) and Boston (where he now lives!).

His most cherished Topps cards are those of Von Hayes (Philadelphia) and Wade Boggs (Boston), which he considers 'most reflective' of the American sports-market/fanfare tradition of modern time(s). He holds these cards dear and would never giveaway his favorite ones without a 'fair' deal!

ISA: I've been a fashion-designer in New England and consider my new life worthy of my working-life as a model-recruiter.

ESHA: Daddy shows off his American baseball-cards to me and sometimes lets me sit inside his store and say hi to the kids.

One night, in Boston, Amlan/Isa/Esha are enjoying a nice Chinese restaurant dinner of chow-fun, wonton-soup, pork fried-rice, and fried ice-cream. Afterwards, when their stomachs are comfy and full, the eccentric manager calls Amlan, the 'head' of this typical American nuclear-family, back to the kitchen and allows Isa to stay behind to take photos of the nicely-designed restaurant interior(s)!

MANAGER: I want you to take this Nepalese 'creature' called a 'Gremlin' home with you and take good care of him.

AMLAN: What's his name, man?
MANAGER: His name is Gizmo.

AMLAN: Alright; I guess my daughter would find this adorable creature friendly.

MANAGER: Please take-care never ever to feed Gizmo after midnight!

AMLAN: Why not?
MANAGER: Don't ask, please.

AMLAN: Alright; I'll take 'Gizmo' home with us; thanks, sir (for this Christmas pet-gift!).

That night, Gizmo snuck out of his cage and grabbed a Pintos-n-Cheese from the fridge and ate it...after midnight!

Amlan walked downstairs at about 3am to get some milk when he realized 'Gizmo' had stolen some Mexican food from the home-fridge and ate it...after midnight! The past-midnight 'snack' had mutated Gizmo into a hideous troll...named Spike! Amlan grabbed his dart-gun, but it scurried out of the house after he caught Spike sitting and drinking whiskey and playing solitaire/cards in the home living-room downstairs.

AMLAN: Look at the news, Isa; that hideous 'mutated' troll-being (Spike) has set fire to a building at 4am!

ISA: My goodness, Amlan; I'm not sure we'd claim responsibility for this hideous evil event.

AMLAN: I've got to try to find it, catch it, stop it...somehow.

ISA: Good luck!

Amlan scoured around at night with his flashlight and found 'Spike' hiding in a Boston alley and chased it into the closed aquarium, sneaking in with the help of a guardsman. He explained he'd need help to catch this 'mutated' troll a Chinaman gifted to him as a once-benevolent 'pet' from Nepal. The guardsman suggested they make some homemade acid in the aquarium bathroom and use it to douse/pollute one swimming creature area (where the sea-life were departed from the public viewing area of the water/sleeping) and lure Spike into it to bathe.

GUARDSMAN: It seems your 'Gizmo' is some kind of omen-creature from Nepal, but this dawn-acid will do the trick (think!).

AMLAN: Sounds like wise old plan, man; let's do it; we'll be heroic.

The trick-plan worked and Spike swimming in the sea-section of the swimming water of the aquarium sea-life public area gave Amlan and the shrewd guardsman enough time to douse the bathing-water with the homemade acid they made in the bathroom. Spike melted...into oblivion! Amlan suggested this was a 'success-story' of 'Chinese-zodiac' dimensions.

ISA: Let's never 'think' of Gizmo/Spike again, darling.

AMLAN: This New England St. Patrick's Day parade is truly wondrous, Isa.

ESHA: Look at the leprechauns, daddy!

Thus, a dark tale of unusual proportions ends in happy-tones and Amlan and his small happy family are safe after a deed of heroism involving the strange mystical creature from Nepal. They never returned to the restaurant where the Chinese 'sage' gifted them the unusual creature in the first-place, sure that the experience was some kind of 'faith' test. They'd spend years in greater sanity in dear old Boston...without any Gremlin.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)