Medusa and Mrs. Deagle: Gremlins Interference

A Story by Abishai100

Underworld deity of hypnosis confers with a smalltown-Xmas darling-prince and Robin Hood like good-fellow for a Gremlins-pet magic acquisitions requiring capitalism's dear-helmets.

A pre-Xmas-in-July fanfiction of Gremlins (Joe Dante) featuring the underworld ancient-mythology avatar of pronounced hypnosis, Medusa. Thanks for reading!

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Medusa, underworld snake-deity of hypnosis, was spying on a special small-town (American Homeland) Xmas-seasons vigilante bank-robber (Mr. Amlan Satan) who eyed some box-stored treasure-pieces said to be fitted with conflict-zone gems ('blood-diamonds') for eco-capitalism Selfie-consumerism commentary culture readings of simplified leviathan; but she wondered if it was a social media 'interference' eco-game that would draw both Robin Hood image and superstitions of faces/citizenry for 'dark side' surprise (hmmm).

This small town 'examination' concerned how Amlan Satan bad become a special prince of the American Homeland for eco-capitalism 'chess' image; and he visited the town's local Asian-Greek eatery owned by the proprietor (Mrs. Ellen Deagle) who was the very-same bank-box owner of those 'nasty' rumored/insured conflict-zone gems for social-media/consumerism critique (wow).

DEAGLE: I owned those bank-box gems, you know.

AMLAN SATAN: I know it; there's voices for capitalism's arms this Xmas!

DEAGLE: I hear as the new theater-usher, you've got 2 girlfriends.

AMLAN SATAN: Maybe she's a mall-mannequin, Mrs. Deagle (ha).

DEAGLE: Well, I hear you purchased those Gremlins-pets from my restaurant.

AMLAN SATAN: Well, Mrs. Deagle, your eatery-kitchen sage-man showed them.

DEAGLE: I hired him from some ancient town in China, good-fellow.

AMLAN SATAN: I guess you think me some 'darling-prince' of the States/Xmas!

DEAGLE: Perchance you're that Robin Hood 'good-fellow' for street-gossip.

AMLAN SATAN: I'm just taking-care of those Gremlins now, Mrs. Deagle.

DEAGLER: Perchance small-town Xmas finds you with special helmet-line.
AMLAN SATAN: Good (Selfie-like).

There was indeed some extra credit superstition in-store for Mr. Amlan Satan, 'darling-prince' of that small-town (American Homeland) Xmas of Earth-readings of incomplete-bureaucracy arts for leviathan. His Gremlins, which he purchased from Mrs. Deagles restaurant-employee sage from China, were fed (accidentally!) past-12, which they were not to be fed past, causing their hideous mutation from delightful mystical/secret creature-pets into eye-glowing troll-like hellraisers of anarchy. Satan (Amlan!) chased them around the small-town shopping complex with a water-gun filled with HCL (Selfie-like).