It's 1927 in a feline-populated St. Louis and Prohibition is the law of the of the land. For bootleggers Roark "Rocky" Rickaby, Calvin "Freckle" McMurray, and Ivy Pepper, the night shifts are never dull, having to dig up a coffin loaded with whisky from one of their supplies. But by the time they load the bottles into their car, they're ambushed by a rival gang and soon find themselves in a bit of a bind. Ivy, Rocky, and Freckle are now left sitting on the cold ground, tightly bound up in rope with their arms pinned to their sides and their ankles tied together, cloth gags covering their mouths as they stared up at their captor(s) helplessly.