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?