Let's see if we've got this straight: There's this travel agency. Babes walk in off the street to buy airline tickets, and a guy with a bizarre accent offers them hug discounts if they'll disrobe, get bound, and let themselves be tickled with what appears to be one of those multi-colored, overpriced feather dusters you see on late might infomercials. Yeah, and next week they're holding free elections in Cuba.