Frannyās mom says every mad scientist needs a lab assistant. So for Valentineās Day Franny gets just thatāa Lab assistant. Except Igor isnāt a pure Lab. Heās also part poodle, part Chihuahua, part beagle, part spaniel, part shepherdāand all thumbs.
Franny is fuming. She doesnāt even need an assistant. Whatās 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 itās up to herāand only herā to save the day. Or could she use a little help?