Banzai Stover and the Second Underground Railroad

Banzai had been to Iraq and Afghanistan. He had seen how Muslim women had been treated. He hadn't liked it then and he didn't like it now. So, when he saw this man beating the crap out of a woman in a parking lot he waded right in and knocked him cold with one punch. The man was a Muslim and the woman his wife. Banzai was arrested. He had to call his cousin to bail him out of jail. It was the start of the Second Underground Railroad. His name was Stover; they called him Banzai-write that down. It wasn't easy starting an underground railroad on a shoestring. He had to buy an island in the Louisiana Delta for a safehouse. And then he got shot in the butt the first day on the job and wound up in jail. His cousin Ramrod and the runaway Muslima escaped to the island, to a crumbling three-story mansion with secret passages and a graveyard on the other end where crocodiles came ashore to lay their eggs. Fortunately, the cousin knew this private detective named Bernard Piffy. Maybe he could give them a hand. The forces of good and evil congregated on the island for a battle to the death. It would be the Abolitionists against the Doughfaces. The FBI, Homeland Security and Sheriff Tobias Thompson Turnbuckle would be there. So, would Bigg Edd Redd of BSNBC and Morris Boris Garfarkle of the Southern Poverty Law Center. They would be out to get the private eye. A thirteen-year-old Muslim girl would be promised to an ISIS thug; she would seek refuge on the island. Bernard Piffy would have to do something about her too. Smugglers, drug dealers, Imams and the notorious Threegor triplets would complicate things...there was no end in sight?