Ireland is flooded derelict. It never stops raining. The Kid in Yellow has stolen the babba from the Earlie King. Why? Something to do with the King's daughter and a talking statue something godawful. And from every wall the King's Eye watches. And yet the city is full of hearts-defiant-sprayed in yellow the mark of the Kid. It cannot end well. Can it? Follow the Kid hear the tale. Roll up! Roll up!