Once upon a time, in the crazy, cattle-riddled playground known as South Dakota, existed a quirky gang of buddies, the Mini Movie Makers. They lived among the Mount Rushmore and Badlands, where buffalo roamed and prairie dogs played peek-a-boo. Every morning, they woke up with the rising sun and the crowing roosters, to create movie magic in the heart of the Midwest. Leading the pack was the eccentric and funny Spike, an intelligent young film director with a head full of wild, untamed hair and dreams bigger than the big Sioux River. Spike was as spry as a jackrabbit and clever as a coyote. He wore a ridiculous, oversized director's hat, and carried a camera that seemed too enormous for his skinny arms. His fellow Mini Movie Makers were just as unique. There was the shy yet creative Lily, the screenwriter, who could spin stories as beautiful as the Black Hills. The ever-punctual James, the cinematographer, who captured scenes as splendid as the South Dakota sunsets. And, of course, the bubbly Bella, the editor, who had a knack for shaping raw footage into fantastic films. Together, these kids were the heart and soul of filmmaking in South Dakota. They may have spent their days surrounded by cornfields and cowboys, but their adventures reached far beyond the state's borders. Their imagination soared higher than the peregrine falcons, their stories became as legendary as the Wild West. And while the rest of the world may not have known it yet, the Mini Movie Makers of South Dakota were destined to be Hollywood's next big thing.