When he spots his crush suspiciously stalking through the depths of Clifley forest, in the middle of the night, on a full moon, what can a young werewolf do but convince his witch best friend to help with spying on him the next morning, following him into a strange, banana-obsessed cult, and causing a chain reaction of wacky escapades that eventually leads to the deaths of several innocent people?
Unfortunately for Robbie Hróðvitnisson, the only person with the answer to that rhetorical question died 400 years ago- a death also partially caused by his antics.
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