Flying from Chicago, these twenty-something, philanthropic Phileas Foggs (Generation Ys Bob and Bing, in fact) hope to start their odyssey in Greenland and finish on the top of Cheops pyramid in Egypt. Of course bad weather, visa regulations, the intransigence of airline authorities and the unmitigated slowness of moving from place to place consistently thwart their plans. (Should we not have teleporting by now? an exasperated Will asks at one point.) Journeying to Senegal through Morocco and onto Estonia and Latvia, the hapless duo devise increasingly bizarre means to, arbitrarily, hand money to needy locals. They try to pin wads of notes onto goats, over-tip pole dancers, hire cabs for minute distances and create a real treasure hunt, replete with map.