Try a new cipher.
Try a Gcipher.
Gcipher.
There...
Thats more like it.
Looks like weve accessed their restricted
data file. Could be highly revealing.
No sign of Buckaroo. The professor
just rode up saying something
about space monsters and wheres the
overthruster. Went straight to the lab.
Space monsters, my ass.
Hey, man, nice jacket.
Whats in the big pink box?
Hey, buddy. May I help you?
Hello! Buckaroo Banzai!?
You a messenger? What you got here?
No, no, wait a minute.
I need see Buckaroo Banzai in person.
My name is John Parker.
Identify yourself, no?
Blue Blaze irregular Pinky Carruthers.
Sorry, John, everybody
needs see Buckaroo. Later.
Gino, run this down to the professor for me.
Sounds like he's getting a little nervous.
This is queer. Look.
What's up? What you got?
All these people applied for social security cards
in the same town in New Jersey on exact same date.
New Jersey?
46 Yoyodyne employees,
Grover's Mill, New Jersey,
11138.
I got some pictures, boys.
It looks like a practical joke.
Check out these names:
John Yaya? John Parrot?
John Bigbooty?
Maybe not.
John Nolan? John O'Connor?
No way, Josй.
John Small Berries? It's a joke. Maybe
that's what Buckaroo was talking about.
No, Reno, there are no ages
and no places of birth.
Uh, Grover's Mill. Grover's Mill, 1938.
Why's that so familiar?
They all have the same first name.
John, John, John, John, John.
Somebody's playing games.
This is statistically impossible.
No, no, no. Wait a minute,
wait a minute, um...
November one. October.
30 days have September, April,
June, November. Short February.
And all the rest have 31. October 31st.
Halloween.
Oh, um...
Don't you get it? Orson Welles.
You mean the guy from
the old wine commercials?
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"