Publisher's Synopsis
Chooks. Aussies call them chooks. They have feathers, lay eggs and apart from that are rather useless. People in other places refer to them as chickens or hens or fowls, but the indisputable fact remains that they always were and always will be chooks.
Rupert (the Retriever) Robinson is not the settling down type. His carefree and half lunatic lifestyle comes under serious threat when he unexpectedly inherits a rundown and ramshackle rural property complete with over 500 free range chooks along with the accompanying plague of roosters, cockerels and chicks. He does not need the farm nor does he want it but his Russian girlfriend insists they keep it as a weekend getaway and a place for her to create a place of her own.
Rupert and Adelaide Rodina recently survived a gunfight when members of Russian mafia gangs came searching for her and their millions of missing Euros. Now, as they recover from the trauma of witnessing a dozen deaths, Rupert and Adelle-heide Rodina begin to get their lives back on track. Back to tap dancing along the hotel bar top with Swampy Marsh, bar manager and peacekeeper of the masses and young Lucy the sweet little streetfighter barmaid who may or may not have a crush on Adelaide.
Then Rupert finds a large stash of explosives hidden at the "Chookery" and shortly after, things begin to get weird.
They get caught up in the middle of a bank robbery and a supposedly retired spook makes contact. Rupert's life again begins to unravel as he is coerced into becoming involved in the hunt for a bunch of bombers with evil intent.
Rupert told that Ren Adsett bloke who insists on writing about him that if someone ever makes a movie about what happens here they will probably have to promote it as a madcap romp through a bunch of seriously dangerous stuff.