Calgary Troll(s)

A Calgary-man must save the city from a 'toll' (alien!) which had come-to-life with dark 'magic' and requires him to be a 'fantastic' democrat.

A Christmas-in-July fanfiction of Gremlins, which I hope you like, 

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Calgary (Canada) is the place of great social spirit and ice-hockey fanfare as the fun local city-team had reached the top of its division ahead of rival Oilers for the love of all the glorious fans and the following Xmas season there was an air of magic in the iconic North American city.

Amlan Satan is a graphic designer and works from home and had decided to purchase a special Alien sci-fi horror franchise 'Xenomorph' insect-dragon alien being action-figure ('RX') and kept it in his home and would sometimes showcase it to friends who visited him that Xmas season after befriending him on Facebook (social-media)!

AMLAN SATAN: I'll get my daughter a special Toy-Story adapted fun kids' chess-set to accompany the RX-alien action figure!

CALGARY NEWSWIER: Yes folks, the Christmastime spirits in Calgary (North America) leave nothing uncheered for card-mail.

It was now mid-December, and Satan (Amlan!) decided to get some nice magic-charms from a fortune-teller in downtown Calgary who'd been visiting with a travel-truck that Xmas season and Amlan purchased the charm from her in that cold foggy snowing city.

AMLAN SATAN: Thinking this new ice-hockey season shall bring new forms of society spirits; my bought charm is perfect.

However, something went terribly wrong --- when Satan used his bought-charm to bring the Xeno-alien action-figure he purchased Xmastime to life! He wasn't taking the charm 'humor' seriously, but the incantation proved to be irreversible, and the tiny 'troll' came to life, sneered with evil expression(s), spit some tiny drops of acidic/explosive saliva on his den-table and cracked it and promised Satan he'd 'procreate' inside Calgary-mall walkways.

ALIEN: I shall make this basement-incinerator area inside the Calgary-mall my 'magical' dominion of Hell; no one will know.

As Satan (Amlan!) ran around the mall in frantic-IQ, meditative about saving the city and his daughter who'd now been safe with his neighbor-nanny/babysitter (Shelbye), he wondered honestly what'd transpire in Calgary once he confronted the 'troll' he unconsciously brought-to-life with voodoo/taboo!

AMLAN SATAN: I'll lure that 'troll' into the mall-fountain and then put in my bottle of chlorine and pray to it that it's clean.

He used his special toy water-rifle to spray the fountain with chlorine after luring the alien-troll into the mall-fountain with a game-charade(s) gesture trickery to hypnotize/distract it and then made the cleansing-prayer, infuriating the creature but disarming it and compelling it to whisper, "I'm not a dirty-bird, clever dude of Calgary, and I'll resign myself underwater as a permanent-exile in the city because of your 'gifted' prayer-deception(s)."

DIARY-ENTRY: I'm in the arena(s) cheering alongside ice-hockey friends/fans and thinking with my daughter about miracle(s).

The city was safe evermore, and Amlan Satan and his beloved/safe daughter ('Ezzy') were dreaming once more as Xmas-Eve approached fast and he'd teach her the home-magic of Toy-Story chess...and what it'd mean for everyday 'human' distance(s).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)