In the fog-soaked heart of Pennsylvania’s “landlocked Bermuda Triangle,” something wicked and sexy is rising from the grave!

When mad scientist Dr. Patricia Lemlie, descendant of the infamous Frankenstein family, finds herself broke and about to lose the family castle, she hatches a scheme only a true monster could love. With a few relics from the dark universe vampire blood, a mummy’s curse, and the brain of Frankenstein’s bride she sets out to create a new race of atomic superwomen... in bikinis!

Before long, her castle becomes the hottest ticket in Transylvania: a Monster Bikini Car Wash and streaming sensation where undead bombshells like FrankenFine, Carmilla the Countess of Carnage, and Lona Chaney the Werewolf Womanscrub hearses by day and star in low-rent horror workouts by night. The money pours in, the monsters come to life, and the world of mad science has never looked so good... or so bad.

But when the descendants of Van Helsing catch wind of Lemlie’s “ghoulish” empire, they assemble a motley crew of monster hunters to reclaim their family honor. What follows is a campy, blood-soaked showdown between horny heroes and haunted hotties. A schlocky collision of classic horror and grindhouse humor that could only come from Newt Wallen and Schlock & Awe Films.

Overflowing with retro style, neon slime, bad puns, and B-movie heart, “Ghouls Ghouls Ghouls” is a madcap monster mash of sex, satire, and cinematic sleaze. Whether you’re in it for the laughs, the scares, or the scares with cleavage, this one’s guaranteed to raise the dead — and your eyebrows.