It's the sarcastic commentary from Pete Smith that sells this rather daft short feature. "Mr. Smudge" telephones "Mrs. Smudge" to say that he's bringing his boss round for dinner. That's fine, she's got the best cook in the city. Or does she? It looks like she's been a bit of a pain to her lately and so she has abandoned ship. Cooking can't be that hard, or so she thinks. Some cremated and rock hard roast beef and ice cubes later, the chaos requires the intervention of our narrator and his skilful pal Prudence who'll try to turn this disaster into a triumph. Who knew peanut butter eliminated th...