Greedy businesswoman Belle OHara thinks she's struck gold when she discovers a tribe of tiny people living under her floorboards. Immediately she sees dollar signs and sets out to capture the small folk. She lays mousetraps around the mousehole where she saw them.

But things don't go to plan, and Belle suffers a series of slapstick mishaps at the hands of the little people. First, she catches her fingers, and then her butt in her own mousetraps. Then the little folk move a lit candle right behind Belle's bottom. Belle can't work out what's burning, until she suddenly realises it's ...

Greedy businesswoman Belle OHara thinks she's struck gold when she discovers a tribe of tiny people living under her floorboards. Immediately she sees dollar signs and sets out to capture the small folk. She lays mousetraps around the mousehole where she saw them.

But things don't go to plan, and Belle suffers a series of slapstick mishaps at the hands of the little people. First, she catches her fingers, and then her butt in her own mousetraps. Then the little folk move a lit candle right behind Belle's bottom. Belle can't work out what's burning, until she suddenly realises it's her own buns. She howls and races round clutching her burning cheeks but even scooting her butt across the floor can't ease the burning in her behind. Belle ends up sitting in a bucket of water, cooling her scorched buns.

Things get worse as she can't find her trousers, then chases the little people round until she trips and sits on a cactus. Belle has to painfully remove the cactus needles from her butt cheeks one at a time in the most painful and humiliating experience of her life.

After more embarrassing mishaps, Belle finds herself bound on all fours, with her butt sticking in the air, and a target pinned to it. Surely that's not a dart those pesky little folk are holding is it?......