Is Peter Tinsley imagining things? Or did that frail, beautiful doll, Tracy Flynn, flip the gangster Dime Gallardo to the ceiling just as Dime was about to make macaroni out of Pete's skull? Pete can't get an explanation out of Tracy, and he's got his hands full trying to grope his way into a cozier position with her. All of which make it tough to concentrate on the Martian extravaganza he's supposed to be writing for Star Spangled Studios... But things get tougher still when Pete gets zonked for real by a prop stunray -- and he and Tracy get kidnapped by an alien who's supposed to be an ctor (or an actor who's supposed to be an alien?) Suddenly Pete's the hero of a real life Star-Spangled story, fighting to save Tracy, the world, and his own hide from cosmic danger!