Gremlins: Secrets of the Mogwai

- Where'd she go? - Come on! Don't lose her in the crowd.

Which way? She took my glasses.

This way.

Out of my way. Move it!

Have you seen a little girl running around here with my glasses?

Papa! Wait until you see what I stole.

This is what you almost led the police to us for?

Two watches, only three lousy yuan, and glasses?

Glasses?

Please, Vachel, you're scaring her.

Oh, Elle, ma petite magpie...

Your scarf?

But Maman...

I want my little magpie to stay warm during her journey.

Wait... Journey?

What journey?

Your journey to find me... there.

You must find me, Elle, in America.

Maman? Maman!

- Elle! -

Gizmo's gone!

Again?

Giz has been here for almost a year.

You'd think these Fritzes would have stopped by now.

Sam, you were on Gizmo watch.

I locked the doors.

How should I know he could break a window?

Because you know windows break.

It doesn't matter that Sam lost Gizmo.

We just need to catch Gizmo.

Shanghai does not need more Mogwai.

Or to learn what Mogwai are.

People think bad alcohol and mutant Komodo dragons

almost destroyed the city.

Like most people have ever fought a drunk Komodo dragon. Hmm!

Ah!

A fresh bite.

Heading north, I should be able to track his exact movements

if he dropped some scat.

A small taste is all I need.

Or we can just follow Gizmo's path of destruction.

Mmm. Not scat, but it works.

Good eyes.

Hmm...

Here we go. Let's wake him up.

Gizmo?

- -

Gizmo?

- -

We need to grab him

and not wake him until we get him safely down from that tall ledge.

Be careful!

Caca!

Watch!

Whoa!

Huh?

Hey!

Uh, hey!

Gizmo! Gizmo!

I got him!

Oh!

Stop him! It's past midnight!

Hold tight and don't scream.

Gizmo? Gizmo?

Sam?

We're not mad, Gizmo. We're just concerned.

That you might be going bad.

Elle!

It's just that it's been a year since we've saved Shanghai

and things have calmed down...

except for your sleepwalking problem.

At first it was only sleep-growling.

But now, sleep-you can't resist any temptation

-and you, um-- -Destroy everything you touch.

Mom!

Things have been destroyed.

Things? Our street lost indoor plumbing for a week because of him.

Plus, there's what he did to my shoes, my hat, my pants.

Did I do something to you?

Dad!

Gizmo, can you tell us what is going on with you?

No.

Hey, it's okay.

We still love you.

-Of course we do. -You're still our...

I'm trying not to take it personally.

Ooh, what if food is getting stuck in your teeth,

then swallowed after midnight, making you go slightly evil?

Maybe the answer is flossing!

Uh, Sam, our friend doesn't know what is bedeviling him.

Which leaves...

Which leaves it to us!

New plan.

We solve Gizmo's mystery.

And I could be the muscle.

Sam...

we've discussed this.

We discussed adventures.

This is an investigation.

Son, we know you're capable,

but let's leave the supernatural alone for a while.

After all, isn't it nice to be back to relative safety?

Gizmo fell off a building last night.

I said "relative."

Sam, I know you want to help Gizmo.

We do, too.

So let's find a way to help him here, together.

You'll still have plenty of time for adventures

later in your new 20-year,

50-step life plan that we came up with.

You'll be delivering medicine.

Some say that is the greatest adventure of all.

Well, I'm saying it.

I can't believe you caved.

I did not cave. To cave is to give in to fear.

I acquiesced to logic.

Eh, tomato, tomahto.

See, even Giz is calling you out.

Mom and Dad are just worried.

Think about what we put them through last time.

Grandpa got turned into a pearl, they got kidnapped.

-You died. -For a minute.

That barely counts.

Besides, it's like Dad said, making deliveries is almost an adventure,

especially when it comes to making Mrs. Lu pay up.

Huh?

Ah, again?

Maybe I'll catch Mrs. Lu tomorrow.

I've seen you reading Grandpa's journal late at night.

You want an adventure as much as we do.

And we really do need to find out what's wrong with Giz.

We can find out whatever is not right with Gizmo here in Shanghai.

Like, maybe we find him a sleep doctor,

and maybe they can figure out what's going on with you, too.

What do you mean? Nothing's--

I hear you shouting in your sleep.

-What did you hear? -Well--

I'm telling you monsters!

It was more of those mutant Komodo dragons that wrecked Shanghai.

Think I understood it was Mom.

Hey, where are you going?

Those monsters took our ship.

Some lives, a lot of limbs.

We did what we could,

but at least one escaped into San Francisco.

I thought it'd stop back on land,

but I still hear them laughing at me.

If more of those monsters are still on there,

I'm never going back to America.

Bad Mogwai escaped to America.

We need to pack now, panic later and plan on the go

because there's only one thing to do.

- We need to-- - Go to San Francisco!

What? No.

Go tell Nuwa!

Nuwa?

Yeah, Nuwa is the safer choice.

She'll know exactly what to do.

Oh, really, Nuwa? In The Valley of Jade?

Only reachable by the Celestial Administrator

who lives hundreds of miles away and hates us.

All valid points.

But my parents will never let us go to America.

And it will take weeks to get there.

And how would we even stop them?

We'd trap them.

And we'd get to ride horses.

Why are we riding horses?

Uh, it's America, land of cowboys.

Everybody rides horses there.

Actually, I may know a faster way to Nuwa...

in the Old City.

But we're in the Old City.

No, no, no, no.

You're mistaken.

No, we're standing on top of it.

It's time to visit the Old City!