Lonesome Luke, Jack of all Trades, master of none, is now practically the confectioner's art. As a maker of pastry, cream puffs, taffy and other dainties, Luke is without a peer. As the star employee, Luke goes to spend a part of his lunch hour on the shaded park walks and to prance on the lawn. He scrapes up a "swatting" acquaintance with a chap and steals his watch and fob. Just his luck, the fellow comes to the candy emporium at which he is employed and when Luke comes from his stand before the ovens to mix a cherry-flip for a fascinating Miss, the fellow "soots" the fob and goes to hail an officer. He and the officer get mixed up in the door and the angry bluecoat gives vent to his pent up wrath, occasioned by some other unfortunate incident, by swatting the victim. The happenings in the emporium are truly indescribable; they are fast and furious, Luke and his co-workers in sweetness successfully routing the enemy.