It begins with a marriage, but it's not a tragedy, it's a burlesque. Lawrence Cheng is about to get married to Ada Choi, but it's all a ploy to steal her godfather's nuclear bomb. He's a spy you see, just like James Bond -- even the music cues are similar. When he wrecks the bomb before handing it over to his agency, in the interest of world peace, he is fired and loses all his gadgets and Aston-Martin. He becomes the lowest form of private eye and gigolo, while Miss Choi joins the police force and rises to become commissioner, while writing him thousands of jaywalking tickets. Then one day her uncle does something crazy and she can't investigate without looking like she's usng public resources for private interests, so she must call on Mr. Cheng.

The jokes in this one wobble a bit between making fun of the Bond franchise for its sexism, but there are occasional jabs at other aspects of pop culture that make some people users and others losers: Japanese girl bands that prey on socially awkward youngsters are just one of the scattergun targets. Eventually it comes together in a plot of sort, but it has too many targets to be really good. Even so, it keep me smiling throughout.