As they were looking for clues, they met a man with shoulder length wavy black hair and a leather jacket. It was "Tommy Thayer A. K. A the Spaceman." Frank remembered him being a huge Kiss fan and he took over as the guitarist after the original Spaceman Ace Frehley left.
"The original Spaceman had an overactive imagination and always believed that he was an alien," Betty Ann explained.
"Just like you Bet." Frank recalled, "Your always scaring us whenever you tell your stories."
"You have got to tell Gene some of your stories." Tommy smiled.
Suddenly, they arrived at Chikara's tent. Inside it was a scary looking gypsy who was barefooted. "Looks like you never heard of a No shoes, no service policy," Sam suggested.
"I gave her some shoes once." Sophie explained, "She was about to destroy them in a fire when I saved them. I didn't want to waste $125 dollars for nothing."
"She's like Gene Simmons in a dress" Kiki whispered to Frank.
"Chikara," Nick said, "We need to talk about the Crimson Witch."
"As I feared," Chikara said, "She has returned after all those years. The Danger crows, The Witch senses that the Rock of Kissteria is near."
She explained that millenniums ago, on Halloween night in a cosmic world known as, "Kissteria". An evil sorceress known as, "The Crimson Witch" created a monster known as "The Destroyer". She terrorized all the land, but Kissteria's strongest warriors, led by the previous Demon warrior, fought them off with powerful music and transformed him into a diamond known as, "The Rock of Kissteria".
"The song they played to imprison her is the song you call, "Love Gun" Chikkara continued.
Tommy remembered that song. Out of nowhere, his guitar came and he started playing.
"I really love you, baby, I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can get hot
No more tomorrow, baby time is today
Girl, I can make you feel okay
No place for hidin' baby, no place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
You can't forget me baby, don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama, so don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby lay down the bet
We get together, mama you'll sweat
No place for hidin' baby, no place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun), love gun
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)
Love gun, (love gun)" he sang.
"Wow," Betty Ann smiled. "I love it."