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The Gremlins Complete Text

But Stuffy wouldn't believe it.

"All this talk of widgets is complete and utter nonsense. And what's more, Jamface–"

But he was never allowed to finish the sentence. The whole room was suddenly filled with little squeaks and yells, as a whole army of little creatures hurled themselves at Stuffy in one solid mass.

They climbed onto his shoulders and pulled his hair; they tweaked his nose and they poked and tickled and scratched him until he dropped his cigarette. Two of them got hold of the cigarette, hoisted it onto their shoudlers and, taking a little run along the top of his shoe, drove the hot end like a battering ram into his ankle.

Stuffy leaped up with a yell, and his mug of beer flew across the room and shattered on the floor.

The widgets, well satisfied with their work, peered up at Stuffy. But, crane as they might, they could not see above his ankles, for they were so small that you had to look three times before you were quite sure they were there.

Then the widget leader spoke, and his voice was like the squeaking of a mouse.

"What," he said, "is complete and utter nonsense?"

But Stuffy did not answer. So the widgets turned around and marched out of the room in line astern.