Tubby Wexler believes himself to be the personification of the pulp magazine detectives of the 1930s, 40s & 50s. He has all the trappings - a rundown 2-room office in a dilapidated downtown office, a faithful canine, a magnificent, voluptuous, Cajun beauty as a secretary and list of the most bizarre clients any P.I has ever seen. The only thing Tubby doesn't have is a clue