As the story opens, a woman is kneading bread. She tears off chunks, throws them over her shoulder, and her cat uses a shotgun to blast holes in the bread, making them into donuts, which fall into a pot. This seems a rather complicated procedure, with much waste of bread and a significant expenditure of ammunition. To say nothing of the effect on the ceiling.



The procedure is observed with disbelief by a man who is trapped inside a painting, hanging on the wall.

This goes on for a minute.

The cat fishes the doughnuts out of the pot while the woman ceases to be animated and stands motionless, knowing that no one is looking at her because the cat is doing something funny.

The doughnuts are apparently poisonous, because the cat falls over, and is taken away by two cats with a stretcher. The woman does not notice or care; she puts the rest of the doughnuts in a basket, goes outside, and creates two dancing sprites by blowing through a tube. She creates ten more, all of whom run over the horizon. Half of them perform a small dance before vanishing.

The purpose of the sprites? They are musical notes, which summon her daughter home. She gives the poisoned doughnuts to her daughter, who we now know is “Litte Red Riding Hood. She drives off in a dog-propelled vehicle. They pause for a flat tire, which the dog changes.

Coming the other way is a capitalist in a top hat. After some difficulty mastering his vehicle, he drives away. The daughter, meanwhile, is occupying herself with some animate flowers.

The capitalist arrives at his destination, shrinks his car to pocket size, and awaits the arrival of Red. When she enters, we see a word ballon for just a few frames:



All the better to hold you with, perhaps. A fight ensues, as Alice fends off the advances of her attacker while bouncy “jazz” music plays. The dog leaves in fear. We cut to a man in a field with an airplane, looking at the world through binoculars.



He spies the running dog, who informs him of Red’s plight; they fly to her rescue. The fiend escapes by increasing the size of his automobile, but is pursued by the pilot, Red, and the dog, who are flying overhead with a giant hook. The bad man ends up in a lake; Red and the pilot press their mouths together in a sign of sexual attraction and availability, while the dog hides his eyes. Just as they kiss, though, he peeks.

As a reviewer said at the time: “One may excuse the film’s narrative shortcomings; it is clear that Mr. Dasney (sic) is on to something here, and in half a century will find his name affixed to massive private entertainment fiefdoms in California, Florida, Japan, and elsewhere. It is our opinion he will also own sailing vessels, each twice the size of the Titanic.”

Wikipedia entry here.