Gris and Lupe vs. the Big Hog
In the wake of a vicious murder, two hotel housekeepers try to solve a much less serious crime.
Everyone loves a mystery… right?
Well, except for the victim (especially when it comes to murders.) AND… those who have to clean that sh*t up.
Meet Gris; a veteran housekeeper for the Vanderhoff Hotel. Gris is as no-nonsense as they get – wielding dust rags as nimbly as Zorro, and blowing off lecherous bellhops like a pro. As J. Alexander Johnson’s quasi-titular comic romp clocks in, Gris is also showing teen newbie housekeeper Lupe the ropes.
When they first enter Room 415, the mood’s optimistic for both. After all, Mr. Hedin tips extravagantly. And what can one tiny trashed bedroom hurt?
Problem is, Hedin hasn’t checked out. Well, not literally. But metaphorically? And speaking of hurt: someone’s left a hotel pen jammed in Hedin’s skull. Found face down in a pool of blood, Hedin’s clearly never going to tip - cheap or not - again.
The lurid discovery sends poor Lupe into a vomit fest. A more jaded Gris whips out her phone, calls 911. In the hotel biz, corpses are no big deal. But what Gris discovers on the hotel mirror IS:
Someone’s written “I Heart Fat Hogs” on the glass. Along with a huge cartoon PENIS (in case that euphemism fail to get that “point’ across.). Gris can’t control her rage. Permanent marker graffiti – now THAT’S a crime against humanity! Or hard working housekeepers at least...
Well aware of just how many grueling hours it’ll take to scrub such an abomination out, Gris leaves the body for the police… and vows to bring the “artist” to justice herself! (While dragging Lupe along for the ride.)
Gris’ brilliant sleuthing quickly uncovers three suspects: each are guests who have recently visited room 415. Which one drew the cartoon dick pic? It’ll take the Columbo of housekeeping to find out:
Was it Tim Horn of 220 – a urologist with a dark secret he’s loathe to confess?
Or perhaps the perp is stiff upper lip Guest Cole Van, who seems to know his way around art materials more than he’d care to admit.
Then there’s winsome Rylee Lind. A girl into photoshop and various seedy industries, Rylee seems to know what penises look professionally… and so could likely draw one freestyle. No reference photo needed for this gal!
You think Cagney and Lacey were the ultimate girl sleuth crew? Directors – wheel in your cart and start shooting Gris and Lupe.
A tongue in cheek (and penis on the mirror) who-dunnit and who-drew-it romp, Gris and Lupe is a short that’ll warm the heart of the Agatha Christie lewd and crude crowd. South Park and Key and Peele fans, too!