Publisher's Synopsis
Jennifer Garner's daughter and husband were murdered, bad; like, in cold blood, bad- the coldest of blood, bad- if the blood were chilled in a freezer at Dairy Queen and then poured over ice, and served in Antarctica, bad. The distraught mother wants revenge, because nothing honors dead family better than merciless 'n bloody murder. She enlists the help of Dick Tracy and begins hunting for the gang responsible. One of the gang member's tattoo, leads our heroes to seek out a time machine and sets a path for ancient Egypt. Success rests on finding one man; but in searching him out, it brings new enemies who aren't human; in fact, they were created to TERMINATE all humans!Bridget Chase wrote this story in 1957 after having attended a Master Class cooking class in Florida. While learning to make the 'oh so perfect' donut dough, Bridget unknowingly release Kintar Rimu an ancient Egyptian God. Kintar Rimu's soul had been vanquished to a pot of flour. Flour, which somehow ended up at the grocery store and in the hands of Bridget. The two hit it off as best friends and spent many a nights at the Mystery Emporium night club in the VIP Egyptian God section. The two discussed many things yet all conversation seemed to come back to Jennifer Garners tits. It was at this time that Bridget suggested that they team up to write the story 'Peppermint Pyramids'. Kintar and Bridget needed to do some research on Jennifer Garners tits; so, the two flew to LA. In a twist of fate while fondling those Hollywood tits a man by the name of Fred Nude stormed Ms. Garner's mansion and banished Kintar's essence into an old Virgin Olive Oil bottle. Bridget went on to write Peppermint Pyramids alone, but holds fondly the time the two had spent together at the Miami strip club.
