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The story revolves around the Patel family, who take their neighborhood watch duties hilariously seriously. Raj, the enthusiastic patriarch, ropes in his family—his detail-oriented wife Meera and their skeptical teenage kids, Aryan and Nisha—into a series of over-the-top investigations. From mistaking cats and raccoons for thieves to organizing midnight stakeouts and botching friendly patrols, their antics escalate comically. Despite their blunders, they accidentally thwart a real crime, earning the respect of their neighbors and making them local heroes, much to Raj's delight and the kids' exasperation.
Because if Beyoncé doesn’t care what they think, why should you?
Because what’s the point of education without a side of hilarity?
In a small town plagued by eerie nightly cries, rumors spread about a ghostly figure, the "Wailing Woman." Locals are terrified, convinced she’s a banshee mourning her lost children. Enter Sally, a quirky amateur detective, determined to uncover the truth. Her investigation leads to a hilarious revelation: Bella, the wailing woman, is no ghost but a dramatic cat owner mourning her stolen kittens. What follows is a whirlwind of laugh-out-loud escapades as Bella becomes an accidental internet sensation, her cries going viral as “the saddest ASMR.” Her attempts to capitalize on her fame lead her to start a haunted food truck, where her dramatic flair draws goth teens and ghost hunters alike. Along the way, Bella reunites with her mischievous “lost children,” who turn out to be ghostly pranksters. Adding to the chaos, Bella partners with Larry, a clumsy ghostbuster, to run “Wailing Tours,” and becomes a local hero by using her cries to refill the town’s reservoir. But the ultimate twist comes when she meets Hank, a karaoke-loving ghost who falls for her wails, mistaking them for soulful singing. Their hilarious duet brings closure to her dramatic journey, proving that sometimes tears really are the key to laughter and love.
When hunger strikes, everything tastes Michelin-starred.
The only store where the signs are more confused than the customers.
Because nothing says justice like demanding ice cream reparations.
Because there’s a fine line between ambition and looking like a lost puppy.
