A woman cures her son’s malaise with the gift of a new bike, then molds him into a mid-rate champion bike racer, only to have him kidnapped by a mafia boss who hooks him and two other bicyclists up to a machine that makes them race against each other so other mafia types can gamble on the outcome. His only hope of rescue lies with his mother and overweight dog, who fall in with a group of aging lounge singers that now perform music on houshold appliances and subsist on a diet of frogs which they acquire by exploding dynamite in a swamp. It’s amazing what one must dream up to make an original movie these days. This dream is worth getting lost in for a couple hours at least…