It was a daydream come to life--adrift in the Atlantic Ocean on a life raft with a pulchritudinous helicopter pilot of the opposite sex. Any fifth grader struggling through Miss Wormwood's classes at PS Six-and-seven-eights would have switched places with Bernard Piffy without so much as a thought. A hot bod to ogle and the ocean blue Dolphins and flying fish But Bernard Piffy wasn't a fifth grader; he only looked like one. He was a private detective scrunched into the body of a ten-year-old boy. He had an adult's brain, a kid's slim physique. He had saved Captain Rochelle Hinds' life and now he was paying for it. They were about to be rescued. An Iranian submarine had been sent to pick up Captain Hinds. It would take her to Iran where she was to become the bride of the notorious Mohammad Atta, one of the 9/11 Jihadists that had brought down the World Trade Center. Atta was the immortal enemy of the adult version of Bernard Piffy. Aboard the sub was Che Guevara--Berkeley's Patron Saint--another enemy of Mayberry County's favorite private eye. And Mrs. Gadaffi, the great-grand-mother of the late Maummar Gaddafi, was planning to sneak a torpedo aboard the Iranian submarine, loaded with only Allah knew what, to launch at an unknow target. Mohammad Atta, Che Guevara, Maummar Gaddifi's great-grand-mother Bernard Piffy would have his work cut out for him. An adult's brain, a child's body. An Iranian submarine Surrounded by enemies Could it have been worse? Yes, he could have been dressed as a girl--and Allah was oft-forgiving.