Three comic misfits, Moe Howard, Larry Fine, and Curly Howard, botch an attempt to swipe a watermelon from a deliveryman Cy Schindell, landing themselves in trouble with a cop. The trio ends up at the offices of the Canvas Back Duck Club, a hunting club run by conmen Blackie Lynton Brent and Doyle Jack Gardner, where they are hired to sell club memberships. Unbeknownst to them, the whole thing is a scam designed to lure in unwary buyers.
Dressed in duck-hunting gear, the three stooges invade the police station and burst into the office of the police chief Bud Jamison, hawking memberships to several men, including the chief himself and the mayor. The scam escalates as the group, now part of the club’s ruse, heads to the lodge to hunt ducks, hoping to seal the deal with a display of “exclusive” access.
At the lodge, however, the conmen are already gone, and an old man reveals that there are no wild ducks to be found. To keep the illusion alive, Moe and Larry hurl rubber decoy ducks over the pond, while Curly arrives with a running parade of ducks—like the Pied Piper of Hamelin—leading them right into the water where the hunters assume the advantage. The old man reappears with the constable Sam Lufkin, claiming that Curly has stolen his prize domestic ducks and that the cost to replace them will be five dollars apiece. A tense confrontation erupts as the hunters, the old man, and the sheriff close in on the trio.
The chase intensifies, and the Stooges make a frantic retreat, leaping over a bush and ending up atop a trio of bucking steers. This chaotic sequence ratchets up the laughter as the three try to outwit their pursuers in a world where schemes collide with slapstick timing. The misadventures at the club, the lodge, and the police setting weave together a brisk, goofy rhythm that keeps the momentum going from one farcical beat to the next.
Throughout the short, the juxtaposition of fake membership pitches, over-the-top hunting gear, and a flurry of ducks creates a oddly charming tension between deception and comedic charm. The action is fast, the gags are physical, and the Three [Moe Howard], [Larry Fine], and Curly Howard bring a relentless zest to every misstep. The immediate consequences are light, the stakes are purposefully low, but the energy of the performances sustains the humor and keeps the sequence entertaining.
In the end, the film leans into its theatrical silliness, presenting a world where schemers overplay their hand, the ducks become a running joke, and the Stooges’ willingness to endure pratfalls defines the fun. This is classic Three Stooges—a brisk, buoyant caper built on miscommunication, misdirection, and a steady stream of pratfalls that land with satisfying comic impact.
