Max didn't mean to punch an ice tiger through a city bus, but in his defense—he warned it.

The portal to the spirit realm was supposed to stay sealed. Instead, it's raining magical frost beasts, the vampire in charge is having an existential crisis, and Max is once again solving problems with his fists and zero backup plan. Good thing he's got Duchess, his pint-sized hellhound with a god complex and a fireball for every occasion.

Explosions? Check. Sarcasm? Constant. Collateral damage? ...Look, it's called We Break Things Professionally for a reason.