Earth?
- Why? John Bigbootй, why?
- Coordinates established.
Electromagnetic energy
back on route three.
- The whole top of the tree's squashed!
- Do you think it up there?
Let's wait for the cops, Burt.
What for? Are you scared?
- There's gotta be something there.
- Come on, Burt. There's nothing up there.
Well, how do you know?
Here, hold this. Hold this!
Where you going? Where you going?!
Christmas shopping.
- What's that?
- lt's a stick. What's it look like?
- Gimme some light, will ya?
- l got two guns in my hands.
- Put one of them down.
- l ain't putting the guns down!
- lt's just a tree.
- Then leave it alone!
Aagh! See, l told you!
l told you! Leave it alone!
Run! Run! Run!
- Shoot it, Bubba. Shoot it!
- l can't! lt's jammed! lt's jammed!
There's something.
There's something coming out!
- Where?
- Out of the top.
Oh, my soul!
Throw me my gun, Bubba. Throw it.
Sorry.
ls he dead?
Yeah, I think so. But look
at his face. It's changing.
And his hair...
his hair is all disappeared.
- What's that smell? You smell electricity?
- He's crackling. We're standing in water.
What is he, Burt?
ls he radioactive?
How the hell do l know?
Do l look like a nuclear genius?
He's probably from Mars.
Or Jupiter.
Jupiter? I hope he's alone.
- There's somethin' over there.
- Where?
Right there.
What is it?
Buckaroo Banzai. lt's the latest issue.
Rawhide, come in. Rawhide.
Rawhide.
Buckaroo, what's up? Where in Hades
are you? l'm gettin' a lot of static.
Yeah. That's me.
l've been ionised, but l'm OK now.
Listen, l'm switching
on the homing beacon.
Mark two minute intervals... now.
Look, we got the overthruster. But someone
shanghaied the professor right from the conference.
- Oh, the deuce you say.
- What do you think?
- Dr Lizardo, maybe?
- Yeah, l'd put money on it.
- That crate.
- What crate?
The crate they shoved in that van.
You and the guys...
go back to the house and dig up
everything you can on an outfit called
Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems.
- You got that?
- Right. Yoyodyne. We're on it.
Hand me that tarp, will ya?
Let's cover this guy up.
- Guy? What guy?
- He's got paws.
- Now what?
- Who are they?
Cover it up.
John Bigbootй, Officer.
Head of Operations,
Yoyodyne Propulsion Systems.
- There's one of our birds.
- That fella over there one of your birds, too?
The droid, you mean?
Doesn't look like anything l've seen
before. I mean, l've seen droids...
Nice night, huh?
That big thing over there attacked me.
lmpossible. No, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeah! lt's some kinda creature.
There's part of it still stuck in the tree.
No, it's a machine with 30-foot
leather wings. l think it's radioactive.
Three minutes since he last moved.
This is a fix. Something is happening.
Let's get somebody over there.
Al, you set up the grid
and get the last known coordinates.
Tommy, hop on the Marconi
and see if we got Blue Blazes
in a ten-minute radius.
But no strike teams, Tommy, understand?
l'm headed downstairs.
Keep everybody calm.
- Hikita-san.
- Buckaroo!
Repeating: intrastate outward band five.
Coded. Calling all Blue Blaze
irregulars in the Garden State.
Buckaroo... in trouble.
Will repeat coordinates.
This is Scooter Lindley, Junior Blue Blaze
irregular 41 and a half. Hang on.
- Dad! Dad! Buckaroo's in trouble!
- Say what?
Aliens from the Eighth Dimension.
l'm seeing them now.
You can see them now? Here?
Yeah, the three jerks driving this van.
Look at this. What is this?
lt's your hand, Buckaroo.
No, no, no, no, it's a formula.
lt's an antidote of some kind.
Whatever that was in that phoney call
from the president gave me information,
some electrochemical message that
allows me to see what they really are.
- What are they?
- Lectroids from Planet Ten
by way of the Eighth Dimension.
Mr Gomez?
- l got a truck on the way to help mop things up.
-