Chapter 2: Greta Returns
The first person to wake was Gizmo. Tonight, he had no nightmares because he was so excited about going for a walk (he didn't know why but he just was).
"BILLY!" Gizmo called. "WAKEY-WAKEY!"
Billy jumped out of bed with a start.
"Whoa, Gizmo!" Billy cried. "Why are you so loud?"
"Walkies," Gizmo squeaked quietly. "Me want walkies."
"Okay, Gizmo," Billy replied even more quietly. "We need Kate to wake up though."
Gizmo nodded vigorously.
Kate was having a lie-in because she was up doing things for Gizmo: cleaning his mess; choosing his favourite TV programme (in Gizmo's case, it was Tom and Jerry); brushing Gizmo's fur when he was asleep (he hated it when he was awake); closing the curtains and countless other things. Gizmo wasn't very happy about that though. It meant that it would be lighter when Kate woke up.
Gizmo shouted a load of random things in Mogwai language in Kate's ear and she woke up.
"Gizmo?" asked Kate wearily. "What do you want now?"
"He wants a walk," said Billy firmly.
"Okay, let's go now!" Kate replied.
Gizmo jumped out of the bed with a joyful "Mogwai!" and walked out of the door before anyone else. It was dark outside and Gizmo was ready, unlike the others, who had just got up. Kate and Billy followed Gizmo. If only they had seen the cloud...
There was a dark cloud in the sky. Not your normal dark cloud, it was in a weird shape. Not a sheep or a cannon or something like that, it was the shape of a gremlin. A female gremlin. One that looked lots like – Greta! Anyway, Gizmo, Billy and Kate walked straight past the cloud. If they had seen it, they would have walked back. If they had seen it, they would not have had suffered the wrath of Greta the Gremlin!
Gizmo was walking by himself, and Kate and Billy were far behind. He did not stop; the agile little Mogwai continued to run – until he saw a shadow. The shadow of a gremlin! Gizmo then thought on the idea that it was just his own enlarged shadow until he heard a maniacal laugh where the shadow was. It sounded gruff and feminine. Gizmo screamed "Gwemlin! Gwemlin!" but Billy said back "Don't be scared, there aren't any gremlins around here," but the green, clawed hands of Greta the gremlin had already taken Gizmo.
"Kissy, kissy," growled Greta as her wet lips touched the poor Mogwai. Water is a mogwai's greatest fear and Greta's watery smooching didn't help.
Gizmo screeched and fell to the ground. Billy, luckily ran into the bush where Gizmo was being kissed but it was too late – several yellow boils had formed on Gizmo's back. Billy kicked the gremlin into a nearby pond – but now hundreds of new boils had formed after Gizmo being splashed by gremlin slime, water and Greta's smoochy kisses. Gizmo had got wet – really wet. Suddenly the boils burst open and then everyone was showered in little Mogwai balls that slowly but surely turned into Mogwai. Big ones, small ones, fluffy ones, fat ones, you name them, they were there!
"Gizmo, I'll look after these for you," said Billy soothingly.
All the Mogwai then fell asleep. They thought it was night.
"Come on, little furballs! Follow me!" called Billy and every little creature in the bush woke up followed Billy to the house. Gizmo went faster than usual, because he was worried that Greta would show up again.
She did not, but the postman delivered a note with terrible spelling and handwriting. Gizmo had a small worry it could be Greta's writing at first, but opening it was a terrible ordeal. It smelt like gremlin make-up, which was meant to smell like poo and it had kiss marks all over it. Written in scrawls was:
I kissed a Mogwai
And I liked it
Hope the other gremlins don't mind it
I kissed a Mogwai
Just to try it
Tastes of his fluffy (something was written here that even a Gremlin writing expert couldn't understand)
Gizmo screamed. Other gremlins? She didn't mean – she got wet since last time he saw her? The Mogwai hid in the corner, preparing for the worst.