Who Let The Flying Monkeys Into The Studio?

There is an old Russian saying on the island of Paramushir
“As you cooked the porridge, so must you eat it”. The young boy whom the locals called “Светловолосый ребенок, который мешает” (fair haired kid who gets in the way) never understood its inherent wisdom.

As the son of a prominent Scottish Pastry Chef and a Balinese Puffin trainer, James “Skip” Sommer never felt completely at home in the windswept, barren fishing villages of the Kuril Archipelago. Ever since his family landed in Utyosnaya Bay after a freak storm sent their traveling Persian rug framing business off course, Skip would spend many a long afternoon weaving old fishing nets into creative macramé coffee mug holders in the shadow of Mount Chikurachki while dreaming of a life as a web designer and artist.

The only outlet for his creativity consisted of painting unusual ship markings on the bows of fishing boats, until one day when he found himself a stowaway in a cargo of black market fish balls being smuggled to the United States by the Cypriot leisure food cartel.
Skip was on his way to America and his dream…