It seems just as we were beginning to know our zany group of crime-solvers, the writer’s strike has snatched them away from us. Until the strike ends, this is the last we’ll see of
Pushing Daisies, so enjoy your last fleeting glimpses of the pie maker, the dead girl, the busty midget, and the miserly knitter (I said
knitter, don’t be a racist) until further notice.>