All the makings of a fifth rate horror movie - an aged band of balding, gravity prone folk singers camp by a lake. Late that night one or two sneak away to skinny-dip when..."Bum Bum Bum Bum..." Gosh, we have at least five cantankerous sea captains to choose from and more than a few police officers. This could get ugly. And the title? "Whisker Lickin' Good" or ...well?