Robert Bradbury has a mania for stealing bath tubs, so he hires Ham & Bud to move it. They all wind up at a waterfront bar, where Bradbury is more interested in the bath tub than in Ethel Teare.
In this period, Lloyd Hamilton and Bud Duncan made up a scuzzy Mutt & Jeff team, two psychopaths who wandered into dirty circumstances, engaged in random violence, and left. Apparently they hated each other almost as much as I hate them together. After they parted, Hamilton developed into one of the most accomplished short-form comics of the 1920s and drank himself to death in the 1930s. Duncan continued working for another thirty years for no clear reason.
Apparently Bradbury was so disheartened by appearing in this short that he became a director, boosting his son, Bob Steele into a major B western star in the 1930%.
