(Gargoyles belongs to Greg Weisman and Disney. Also, Harlem is his name because a large amount of Puerto Ricans live in Spanish Harlem, and since El Chupcabra was first reported in Puerto Rico…)
"Hey, Brooklyn! Look at this guy!" Broadway, a rather pudgy Gargoyle was watching TV, while Brooklyn, a skinner gargoyle, watched the cars in the streets. "Yeah, yeah, what now, Broadway, more ghost sightings and UFOs?" "NO! I think I saw a Gargoyle on there, and it wasn't anyone we know!" Brooklyn was intrigued. "Well, who the heck was he?"
"We're here on the scene of the crime, where a pet cat was viciously attacked by a demonic entity!" A woman, well dressed and in her thirties, was obviously the reporter. "Tell us, Mrs. Smithson: what did you see?" An old woman looked terrified. "I saw it! It had spines on it's back, and overgrown bat wings and a long, forked tongue! But the scariest thing was it's two glowing red eyes! I think it's one of them chupacobras I've heard the young'uns talk about! It was attacking mycat!" Suddenly, someone screamed, and the camera caught a glimpse of said chupacabra flying into the night.
"Wow. That is one creepy guy!" Lexington, the smallest gargoyle, walked in. "I think I've seen this guy before… Wait, that's another gargoyle!" "That's just what I've been saying!" Broadway said. "Well, maybe we should find this guy, eh?"
"¡Damn! I just try to get a meal and those estupido humans go after me like I'm some kind of demon! Aye yai yai, this crazy ciudad is no place for a gargoyle…" The "chupacabra" sat down in a hiding spot in Central Park. Suddenly, he saw three shapes circling overhead. "No no no no! They're going to shoot me and… ¿Que? Those aren't humans… ¡A hahaha, they're fellow gargoyles!" He smiled as best as he could, and screeched.
"Didja hear that, guys? Let's go!" Broadway swooped down, with Lexington and Brooklyn following behind. "Hola, my fellow gargoyles." "Hey, you're that guy on the TV!" Brooklyn said, stating the obvious. "You part of a clan, buddy?" Lexington asked. "No, my clan used to live in the beautiful rainforests Puerto Rico, but human military activities disturbed our temple, and, thinking we were mere statues, demolished all but one of us: me. We had lived in peace with the natives, taking their livestock as "payment" for protecting them from a rival clan. But now… I am the last of my clan." "We know how ya fell, spiny. Say, you got a name?" Broadway then decided to give him a name. "How about… Harlem?" "Harlem? I like that name." The four gargoyles then flew back to the castle before the sun rose…