A flighty, improbable romp from the hyperactive Goulart pen (The Wisemann Originals, p. 87, etc.). Here, when cartoonist Jack Deacon finds fellow comic-book artist Mutt Shermer dying on his lawn with a final message for somebody named Sally on his lips--about the key being the ""Tijuana Bible""--and then Sally appears hiding in his closet, then vanishes, as does the corpse, Jack can't help but get interested. There follows a picaresque trail wending from Connecticut to California with minor bumps, bruises, and laughs en route: Jack finds Sally again, and the two team up to follow a treasure map, with the bad guys dogging their heels, as they track the whereabouts of a million-dollar, first-edition comic-books collection, hidden by Sally's brother. Soon, part of the collection is found again by Sally and Jack, then stolen, then offered for sale at a comics convention, then--etc., etc. Finally, Jack and Sally collapse in each other's arms, with $600,000 from their sale of the remains of the collection. Cute, and then some, with flibbertigibbety characters, adorable contretemps, and love, comic-book style. Still, a breezy fast-read antidote to the winter doldrums.