Too sweet for The Devil to lick and too damn hot for God to dance to, Gay Paris has been kicked out of all the most jumpin' dives that heaven and hell have to offer. Confined to the mortal coil, these four fine swamp cats roam the earth staying one step ahead of the Loup-Garou loo. With a pedigree in all kinds of devilry (delivered with an air of gallant dignity, of course), the boys well know how to shake your bones into a hole and keep 'em there. If you know what's good for you, you'll follow 'em to the river.