How does a "normal" girl from Iowa, pursuing her personal fortune on a remote island inhabited by Stone Age bushmen and largely untouched by civilization, get mistaken for a jungle spirit and end up as the "Queen of the Cannibals?" It's surely not the fault of her debauched Australian pilot, who warned her not to go traipsing off into the highlands, where life is cheap and uninvited guests are fed their own fingers and toes as hors d'oeuvres. Nevertheless, the still-fresh memory of her standing in a driving rain, her drenched clothes clinging to her like a second skin, is enough to send him on a suicide search-and-rescue mission into the forbidding jungle. Who knows? He might find one or two of her kitchen container merchandise samples, which, unlike her, are mostly inedible.