Between attending to business calls and endeavoring to keep his assistants from making love to his pretty cashier, Runt has his hands full. To mend matters, his chef spoils the meal of a regular customer and he, being a typical son of Sunny Italy, shows his disapproval by trying to divert the circulation of the culinary artist's blood. In despair, Runt employs Plump as head chef. The latter's gifts are more in the line of lovemaking than in preparing the menu, and Runt discovers to his horror that he has only added another nuisance to his establishment. Things go from bad to worse. The Italian gentleman calls for another meal and Plump's cooking sends him into a couple of fits, in the course of which he makes good his threat and cleans up the whole place. Spaghetti flies through the air. Plump runs away with the cashier and poor Runt, trying to quell the disturbance, is finally buried under volley after volley of the stringy mixture.