Three kids thinking that life is theater.
A tender love story for everyone who was ever twelve years old.
A sultry chanteuse, a hunk on the lam and a fortune in stolen gems.
Make Some Waves!
Never let them see it coming.
Back in '47, a gun was a roscoe, a private-eye was a Peeper, and murder was okay as long as nobody got hurt. In fact, anything was okay with this Peeper on the case because he wouldn't know who-done-it even if he done it himself.
"I'm only a ghost...but a ghost isn't nothing".