Rich People Fighting Over Parking Spaces

Rich people don't have problems. They have parking spaces. Carl, Trayvon, and Rick are three roommates, three best friends, and three certified disasters, fresh out of college and barely holding onto a run-down rental in a rough part of Miami. Trayvon's the smart one. Rick's the one who can't spell "common sense, " let alone use it. And Carl? Carl had exactly one job - keep his landlord's daughter happy - and he blew it spectacularly.
Now they've got eleven days, an eviction notice, and forty-three dollars between them. Then Trayvon spots a flyer taped to a telephone pole: a missing duck named Butterscotch, and a reward that could save their entire summer - ten thousand dollars, no questions asked. There's just one small problem. They don't have the duck. So naturally, they steal one. What follows is the single most chaotic Sunday of their lives - a duck heist gone sideways, a Chevy that gives up at the worst possible moment, a full-blown "STOP THAT DUCK" sprint through a street festival that somehow ends in an impromptu limbo contest, a break-in at a stranger's house that turns out to be a private exotic animal sanctuary, and a face-to-face standoff with an actual (mini, but still very real) bear.
By the time they escape - barefoot, breathless, and somehow still holding the wrong duck - they wash up in the last place three broke guys from the wrong side of town ever expected to land: a gated, palm-lined, pastel-painted slice of Coconut Grove, where the biggest crisis anyone has all day is a fight over a parking spot. It's there, sitting on a curb outside a grocery store nicer than anywhere he's ever shopped, that Trayvon finally loses it - and realizes the whole ridiculous day has turned into something that actually matters.
Because it was never really about the duck. It was about three guys who show up for each other no matter how dumb the plan is, and who'd rather spend a Sunday chasing poultry with their best friends than trade places with anyone fighting over a parking space. Whether they'll actually get the reward - and whether "the reward" was ever really the point - is a whole other story. RICH PEOPLE FIGHTING OVER PARKING SPACES is a laugh-out-loud, dumb-in-the-best-way buddy comedy for anyone who loves The Hangover, Pineapple Express, or Dude, Where's My Car - a story about friendship, bad decisions, and the specific brand of chaos that only happens when broke twenty-somethings decide kidnapping a duck is a completely reasonable plan.
No ducks were seriously harmed. The bear is fine. Nobody involved has fully processed the limbo contest.