Franny’s mom says every mad scientist needs a lab assistant. So for Valentine’s Day Franny gets just that—a Lab assistant. Except Igor isn’t a pure Lab. He’s also part poodle, part Chihuahua, part beagle, part spaniel, part shepherd—and all thumbs.
Franny is fuming. She doesn’t even need an assistant. What’s she supposed to do with a good-for-nothing one like Igor?
And things get even worse when a giant, fifty-foot, arrow-shooting cupid starts causing trouble all over town. Franny knows it’s up to her—and only her— to save the day. Or could she use a little help?
Franny is fuming. She doesn’t even need an assistant. What’s she supposed to do with a good-for-nothing one like Igor?
And things get even worse when a giant, fifty-foot, arrow-shooting cupid starts causing trouble all over town. Franny knows it’s up to her—and only her— to save the day. Or could she use a little help?
