…wherein Ripley’s cat Jones, rescued from the Nostromo, becomes a host for an altogether floofier form of Alien.
No chest-bursting (it’s a PG cert, folks!), just an awful lot of furberts—less HR Giger and more HR Pufnstuf.
Movie is now playing (and lying around showing off its belly) at local theaters.
See you at the movies, Ana and Scooter!