A bunch of Neanderthals try to cross a swamp and their fire goes out. They jump around like a bunch of bungholes because they're scared. They send one guy out, and he finds a Cro-Magnon babe. The monkeyspank gets a lesson Dr. Ruth might have taught, then figures out how to make fire by himself instead of having to gather it. He takes it back in his wooden lantern and is a hero. There is no dialogue throughout the whole movie (unless you count the grunts and groans), and there aren't even any subtitles. Now that you know the whole movie, you don't have to watch it at all. But I did. Damn you all, you lucky bastards.