Pop Tuttle's Russian Rumors

In the twilight of a failing hospitality venture, Pop Tuttle, portrayed with a frantic, rubber-faced desperation by Dan Mason, encounters an unexpected windfall of misfortune: the expiration of a Russian Count within his establishment's moribund walls. Rather than succumbing to the funereal morbidity of the event, Tuttle orchestrates a grand deception, fabricating a narrative of sequestered imperial wealth hidden amidst the floorboards and plaster. This whisper of hidden rubies and Czarist gold sparks a localized gold rush, transforming the sedate inn into a theater of kinetic demolition. As the town’s denizens, driven by a primal, unbridled cupidity, descend upon the property, they commence a systematic and hilariously thorough dismantling of the architecture. The film serves as a biting, slapstick-laden critique of human avarice, where the promise of unearned riches turns a community into a wrecking crew, leaving Tuttle to preside over a kingdom of splinters and dust.