His name is Dink. He has adventures all around the world... And he's an idiot. If Arthur Conan Doyle watched Fleischer Brother cartoons all day in the hospital after sustaining a severe head injury, he might write something like this. If Jack Handey wrote for Weird Tales Magazine, circa 1934, and had a pretty serious substance abuse problem, he might sue me for plagiarism. If Forrest Gump, instead of being a kind and gentle man who seems dim but has hidden depths was, you know, the opposite of that; he might be Dink. If you like pulp fiction, jokes, and you're not some kind of Brain Criminal, you'll definitely enjoy this book.