Life On Grayson Island Have you ever found yourself in a situation that defies all you've learned or been taught? Or been involved in an instance that tests your perception of reality where you say, "What the hell just happened?" Welcome to Grayson Island where nothing is ordinary or as it should be. Step into this beautiful island paradise and meet the characters of this hilariously silly, off-the-wall community where the eccentric and often times cantankerous live in a world apart. Join Special Policeman Brent Williams, as he navigates a seven-year journey in his attempt to 'serve and protect' the inhabitants of this sheltered and self-indulgent paradise. Take for instance one of the inhabitants, Mr. Libby - friend of animals, children, and beloved by one and all (actually you will probably conclude that his mother might be the only one). Blessed with the personality of a sand crab, Mr. Libby is at his best when ranting and raving and making life miserable for every creature known to man. This quality is certainly not in short supply when one particular summer evening the island teenagers decide to steal his golf cart for a joy ride in the pouring rain. The exploding Mr. Libby demands the cart be dusted for fingerprints and Brent Williams is called to the scene of the crime. "Mr. Libby, fingerprints are out of the question, I'm afraid." "What do you mean, out of the question? I want whoever took this cart to be arrested!" "Well, for one thing, sir, prints aren't going to tell us anything if there are no corresponding prints on file to match them up with. And besides, your cart is soaked." "So what?" he yells. "Even if I thought dusting for prints would do any good, I can't get anything off a muddied-up metal object that's dripping wet." "You people don't know what you're doing! I don't know why we even pay you! I'm calling the County!" "That's up to you, Mr. Libby, but they're going to tell you the same thing." Twenty minutes later there are now three people standing in the pouring rain listening to Libby's tale of woe including a county cop who Mr. Libby thinks is the ultimate authority in these cases. "Is this guy for real?" the county cop asks. "Unfortunately," Brent answers. "Well you can do whatever you want, but I'm not dusting for any prints. I'm outta here" This is when our Brent decides to make a judgment call. Not only would he dust for prints in the pouring rain but he would be slow and methodical. He would slog as much powder on that cart as