Pete the garbage man has found oil in the gulf, and now rakes in 300K per year.  He owns a boat, he's king of the ocean, but he's still faithful to his wife.  Pete loves boobs.

Mr. Cantankerous only hauls two shrimp a day.  He can't sell them to McDonald's, and he certainly can't sell them to a consulting firm.  But the son of a principal--a sailor boy in training--longs to be his first mate. 

Turns out the oil-slicked shrimp taste better than the clean ones.

Pete's oil fortune has fun afoul.  He has decided that Burger King, in addition to being the name of an already successful company, would also make a silly name for an oil company.  Unfortunately, Pete's Oil--a hamburger company--and Pete's Soil--a gardening conglomerate--have served Pete with notices to cease and desist.  Both companies dispute the naming similarities of Pete's Oil.

Now Pete's broke.  His wife, drunk from the pleasures of being married to a man who makes 300K per year, goes back on the dating scene.  She's seduced by Bill Gates, who's eaten 400K in Kennedy half dollars, but she settles for Brian, the legless cashier from the burger joint, Pete's Oil.

Pete and Brian both die trying to swim their way through the Gulf oil spill.  Richard Branson helps deliver the eulogy, but Tony Hayword interjects with one simple message: "Fuck you, we don't care."

Also, Shirley Temples are delicious.

Oil spill.