What is meant to be a standard day off for our trio is quickly turned on its head as news gets to them that their licenses will be invalid by the end of the day if they do not get a form to their boss Marty in time. They say the killer of happiness is sadness, I would say the ultimate killer of happiness is administrative tasks. Ruined more good days than tears ever will.

At risk of their licenses being revoked, the bouncers are on high alert when a mysterious stench of an illegal substance begins to linger in the bar. They must get to the bottom of it especially as a mysterious police officer also appears at the worst possible time. My uncle smokes weed.