A micro-budget, true-crime comedy featuring a who’s who of Austin comedians.

After dimwitted film noir-o-phile Ned ‘Noogie’ Krapczak (pronounced ‘crap-chicK,’ not ‘crap sack’) turns up dead in Miami, the FBI, local police and a couple of hapless Floridians all want to know what happened to the three-point-two million dollars in cash he stole.

Rewind.

A year earlier in NYC, where it was his job to keep bodega ATMs flush with twenties, Noogie had  an opportunity to live a life more like his film noir antihero-heroes. In one of the most brazen––and definitely slowest––heists ever hatched, he begins to pocket loose bills. Two years later, he gets an innocent call from his Miami-based employer about a ‘discrepancy’ in their accounting.

Noogie panics and goes on the lam with his cat, Dillinger, and three-point-two million dollars in stolen cash. He heads for the one place he’s pretty sure no one would ever look for him––sunny Florida.

Once there, Noogie buys his way into the life of Kenny Swanson, whose futon is where Noogie’s movie finally comes to an anticlimactic end on Christmas Day.

Now, it’s a game between FBI special agents Jake Meyers and Sven Ludkvasen, Detective Stone of the Miami-Dade police department, and his recent roommate Kenny (and his ruthless girlfriend Liz) to find the money first.

Some of this story is mostly true