It was cold and rainy night in the white house. The great grandson of Frankenstein was wide awake and at work in his laboratory. He was trying to figure out a way to arouse the limp male flesh of the lifeless body that he had construct from a morgue of dead bodies. He was rubbing the flesh of the creature. He was trying to see if blood would come into the veins of the monster. The lightning bolts electrified the dark rainy sky. Suddenly the lightning beam struck the monster laying on the table!