Summary
A jaunty rogue in white scrubs hurls sunshine-yellow peels onto cobblestones, converting every pedestrian fracture into a lucrative chair for his sweetheart’s father, a trembling provincial saw-bones. Beneath the slapstick tumbles runs a sardonic waltz: civic trust pirouettes on a banana skin, love becomes a billable extraction, and the city’s laughter echoes like nitrous oxide in a skull.
Synopsis
A dentist proceeds to get patients for his girl's father by causing people to fall using banana skins.
