During a sizzling shooting session for Cunning Stunts magazine, a scheming model plays tit for tat, bringing her unwitting photographer to his knees saying cheese as the star on a roll of film that comes home to roost on his own editor's desk. Seeing gold in them thar stills, the editor orders sex-of-one-a-half-dozen-of-the-others, invites the model-cum-photographer to head the rag's photo staff then sends a missive by messenger relegating the luckless shutter-bug to covering a canine contest in a small town outside of Bumphouse, Philadelphia. But the film-flammed man is not about to lie doggo. He wants back in and the medium is the messenger Miss who soon discovers he has the flash and the dash to push all the right buttons. In the final frame, when the messenger kisses then tells of the lights, the cameras, the action, the editor gets the picture, apologizes for having made a snap-judge-ment and our boy wins the day at twice the pay - shall we say by a photo-finish?