It 1998. Little red riding hoods has grown up. He has made friends, Granny is in an old folks home. She's fine well... as long as somebody brings her, her "little butterdish". Today, little red riding hood and his friends are late. It's Granny day out at the sea and she hasn't waited for them. They meet her on the way to the beach, alone in her wheel-chair. The outing could have been fine if they hadn't forgotten the "galettes". Granny gots annoged. A little impromptu hold-up at the corner breadshop isn't enough to calm her down... she disappears. And when finally they see her again, a little further on, Granny has, obviously, exagerated with the "butter". "Etat de lycanthropie", her eyes red, her nose white and her teeth growing, so wolf-like... If only she wasn't armed.