In a small town in Southern England, something is stirring...

Mostly, it's despair. Jimmy has returned from the shops to discover that his precious crocs have escaped their pen and are loose in Fampdown. The crocs have only one agenda; to get fed just as fast as they can. Jimmy's agenda is also simple; catch the crocs before anyone gets eaten or finds out they've escaped.
He's got some help. His best friend, serial-womaniser and personal trainer Dan, has a van and the time. They've got tranquilliser guns, nets and freshly-brewed coffee. Dan's babysitting his 16 year old niece, Tamara, but so long as she stays in the van, all will be well.
So there's not much to worry about...
Only the news keeps mentioning a lorry filled with toxic sludge that got stolen at the port, a storm is brewing over Fampdown, and crocs, it turns out, aren't quite as easy to catch as Jimmy would like.

This is the disaster movie Edgar Wright hasn't made yet and the buddy movie Kevin Smith should make having noisy sex in the back of a transit.