Whoa, outta nowhere, my BFF is heading for the altar.

Next thing we know, my pup Brute and I are rolling with Grant and his smokin’ hot buddies, Blake and Jerry, to catch our flight. But bam! It’s cancelled. Normally, I’d say adios, cause flying? Not my jam.

Then Blake drops the bomb – a cross-country race with a million-dollar jackpot. What wouldn’t I do for that much cash?

Suddenly, we’re game for this crazy chase run by their swanky private club. Did I mention the club idea has my heart racing just as much as these dudes?

The wedding? Now it’s looking like a cherry on top of this wild ride.