This summary is from the old Studios USA site. It was written from the viewpoint of Jack Stiles:

So the little lady decided we should get some new threads, so we went to the market. (She obviously disregarded my comment that this sounded about as appealing as having my my toenails punctured one by one with sharp needles...) While we were there, a commotion ensued, and we found out a thief had been desecrating graves at the mausoleum, and the best part was, it was being done in the name of the Daring Dragoon!!! Emmie then came up with the brilliant idea of hiding in the cemetery to catch the thief - of course he... or (Emmie is always on me about this) she never showed. Plan B, meant we would have to actually catch the culprit from inside the crypt. Em naturally volunteered (this woman is downright crazy sometimes, I swear...), and of course had a strange concoction ready. Before I could stop her she drank one of her inventions, that she assured me would induce a coma-like state...

And that it certainly did... All of a sudden, there she was - in my arms, defenseless, and seemingly, dead... So, we had her funeral, at which Governor Croque told me it was too bad it was her instead of me. (Ahh...the Frenchies - such a way with words...) I then asked for a few moments alone with Em, and quickly jumped into the coffin with her. (Definitely wasn't too close for comfort for me...) Just as my mind started wandering, I heard them moving the coffin...

Next thing I knew, things were really hot... (No - I mean burning hot!!!!) The coffin was literally on fire as I realized we were in the crematorium! Suddenly, Emmie woke up, and got into a bit of a disoriented tizzy (And for the record - I've never before seen a woman distraught with me on top of her...) Anyway, I told Em to start "pumping," to which she of course took offense. (This woman's mind sometimes seems more soiled than mine - I swear!) Eventually, she came around and started pumping, and we pushed with our feet against the coffin wall, until we fell outside the crematorium, safe from ashes to ashes and all that business...

Imagine what we saw, though, inside the mausoleum once we were free - Brogard taking a sledgehammer to the graves... We followed him into a passageway, and found him speaking to Croque, who had obviously ordered the vandalizing in an attempt to tarnish the Dragoon's good name... (I knew the fawning Dragoon Sisters had made those froggies more jealous than they'd let on!!) Naturally, the mask had to be put on again...

Disguised as my alter-ego, I led Croque and Brogard to the crematorium, where they turned whiter than the most vestal of virginal undergarments.... Emilia stood above them - and naturally, they thought I had raised her from the dead... At that point, they would have whistled Dixie, naked, with pink plumes in their hair - so it wasn't hard to get them to pay restitution to the families of the dead, and clear the Dragoon's good name.

Needless to say, Croque and his sidekick looked a little pale at the party when Emilia walked in - in the flesh... (I think Croque will be putty in my hands for a little while - hey if the Dragoon can raise Em from the dead, he can most definitely raise Croque's old bag of a froggie mother...)

Starring: Bruce Campbell (Jack Stiles), Angela Dotchin (Emilia Rothschild), Stuart Devenie (Governor Croque), Stephen Papps (Captain Brogard), Shemp Wooley (The Voice of Jean-Claude)

Guest Stars: David Baxter (Crypt-keeper), Ric Chan (Native Patriarch), Junior Chile (Lad)

Written by Hilary J. Bader
Directed by John Laing