The butterfly kid

It was a nothing-special Greenwich Village day... And good ole Chester Anderson - sometime poet, rock 'n' roll singer and self-proclaimed king of the Village - strolled along, content. Content, that is, until he saw a kid make butterflies. Real butterflies. The kind with pretty wings that flutter. What at first seemed amusing, if a little strange, quickly changed. Chester and his ragtag pack of singers, groupies and street-wise prophets had stumbled onto a mind-blowing phenomenon that threatened the whole world. And only Chester an his ragamuffin crew could save it. From what? From six-foot, blue lobsters from outer space. How? With a horrifying plan that hinged on the innocence of... The Butterfly Kid.