Halloween, 1938. War of the Worlds,
that fake radio news broadcast.
that got everybody scared,
thinking real, live Martians...
were landing in Grover's Mill...
New Jersey.
Then it all just turned out to be a hoax.
So?
So... maybe it wasn't a hoax.
Or, I mean, maybe it isn't a hoax.
If we don't find the overthruster,
Whorfin'll have us for supper.
Who says the damn
thing's even here?
Come on! Come on!
Who is he?
I don't know.
All right, who's the wise guy?
I said, who's the wise guy?
It's locked.
John O'Connor, smash the window.
Why me, John Bigbootй?
It might be boobytrapped.
Oh.
Buckaroo!
Mrs Johnson, this is Casper and Scooter Lindley.
Is Hikitasan here yet? Where's
the overthruster? Where's Penny?
Prof is in the lab with the overthruster. Penny's
in the right wing guest room. Everybody's safe and sound.
They're lectroids, Buckaroo.
From Planet Ten.
Planet Ten? How do you guys know?
It's all on the yellow record. Come on.
Casper Lindley.
Reno.
Yellow record?
However, they didn't come here on a nonstop flight.
They blasted through the Eighth
Dimension in 1938 over in Grover's Mill.
Where there was a huge
electrical dimensional accident.
Some giant explosion. And they hypnotised
Orson Welles into covering it up.
So, first he says there's
an invasion from Mars,
but then he says, no, no, no,
it's just a radioshow hoax.
Get it?
No.
Let's go.
Orson Welles? What about Yoyodyne? What about Dr Lizardo?
That's what we're trying to tell you.
There's someone living inside him.
Buckaroo.
Pinky.
Put this on. Here, y'all put these on.
There's more in the box and there's one over there.
What's this?
It came with the record. It's like a 3D type thing.
How am I supposed to know
he's from outer space?
This Rasta guy pedals up to the front gate
and delivers it all in a pink cake box.
What? What for?
We don't know. It wouldn't tell us.
It wants to talk to the head honcho.
Lights..
Salutations, great Buckaroo Banzai.
I am John Emdall from Planet Ten.
A common, grave danger
confronts both our worlds.
After a bloody reign of terror...
Hey, what is that?
..the hated leader of a military caste...
the selfproclaimed "Lord" John Whorfin,
a bloodthirsty butcher
as evil as your Hitler...
Oh, wow!
..was overthrown
by freedomloving forces...
tried and condemned, along with
several hundred of his followers,
to spend eternity in the formless void
of the Eighth Dimension.
Did you tell Penny that
Buckaroo's looking for her?
I looked in her room.
She wasn't there.
Who's Penny?
Where is she?
Will everybody shut up
so I can hear the rest of this thing?
And now you, Buckaroo Banzai, have
unintentionally helped John Whorfin
with the success of your
oscillation overthruster.
For our intelligence warns us that
he intends to steal your overthruster.
If he should attempt this,
we will have no choice
but to disrupt worldwide
electronic communications
and fire a particlebeam weapon
from your airspace
to Smolensk in the Union
of Soviet Socialist Republics.
That an action that the Kremlin will most certainly
misinterpret as an American first strike.
They're already a little triggerhappy.
Stop John Whorfin before sunset.
If you fail, we will be forced
to help you destroy yourselves.
If it ain't one thing, it's another.
Lighten up.
End of discussion.
Discussion? What discussion?
She gotta be kidding, right?
Vaporise the whole damn planet?
You wanna roll those dice, Casper?
No, no, no, not me, man. No way.
Gents... we're going to Yoyodyne.
Rawhide, see how Hikitasan is
with that formula.
Billy, tell Sam to prep
the jet car for city driving.
What about a Blue Blaze strike team?
We keep it intimate. Call the Kolodny
Brothers. Call the Rug Suckers.
Where are you going?
Get my guns.
His guns?
Okay, okay, I'm a girl. I don't deny it.
I sneaked into your bedroom..
I invaded your privacy.
I went through your personal belongings..
Mrs Johnson! I can never