Danny's a cat. Harry's a seagull. They're private dicks. When an elephant named Alfred hires them to find his missing trunk (a steamer trunk, not that thing on his face-which is obviously right there) our boys begin a harrowing journey into an anthropomorphic underworld filled with dangerous dames, double-crosses, and the damnedest collection of zoological miscreants you've ever laid eyes on. You might kill for the missing trunk-but would you die for it?
