The founding myth of New Chonk City
Troy has fallen to a wooden seahorse full of octopi. One exhausted chonk carries his retired father out of the fire on his back, leads his son by the hand, and loses his wife in the smoke. The gods have told him to find a new home, and they won't stop interfering.
This is Virgil's Aeneid, beat for beat, cast entirely with Seachonks: a storm raised by a grudge-holding shark queen, a love affair with the queen of Carthage that ends on a pyre, a trip through the abyss to see his father among the dead, and a war in Italy that ends with the most unsettling final line in literature.
It plays like prestige television and it plays like the funniest thing ever made. The emotion is real and the chonks stay deadpan. The Harpies are seagulls. The Cyclops is a crab the size of a mountain. The prophecy "you will eat your tables" comes true exactly as written.
The frame is the joke underneath it all. The Aeneid was Rome's founding propaganda, and Chonk Studios' Aeneid is New Chonk City's: a prestige retelling of how the Sea Republic began. The film ends in the present day with a school trip at the Founder's Statue, where the tour guide hurries past the war.