Bonus: Everyone is trying to break the couple up.
The father of one bride thinks that the other isn’t good enough (it’s not a lesbian thing, she’s FINE with that).
The other bride’s boss is upset about the fact that since One met Two, Two hasn’t been as willing to work extra shifts on no notice.
One of them has a sister who’s upset about the focus being taken away from her.
And, of course, the petty ex.
(There is one MAGA type. The brides never actually encounter him.)
But here’s the thing. This wedding is the Road Runner, and they are the Wile E. Coyotes in this equation. Every attempt not only fails, but does so in a wildly comic backfire. The wedding is NEVER in peril.
The maid of honor dated both of them, introduced them, and couldn’t be happier or more ride-or-die. The best men are the little brothers (like fourteen and fifteen), they become best friends, and are part of the This WILL Happen squad. The florist is a 60-year old Presbyterian who ran out of fucks in the 80s, is okay with the lesbian bit, but most importantly REALLY NEEDS THIS GIG.
Now, everything goes wrong constantly, but there are miraculous and immediate saves.
“THEY PUT THE WRONG DATE ON THE INVITATIONS!”
Little brother 1: No problem. I’ll contact everyone you invited individually, and I’ll tell them it was my fault. Go get fitted.
“Nobody told me Aunt Karen was allergic to shellfish. The buffet is like, entirely crab and shrimp based!”
Little brother 2: Aunt Karen couldn’t make it anyway.
But the cat thing keeps coming up, and neither the little brother or the maid of honor know the damn cat’s name.
The petty ex overhears this, waits until juuuuuuuust the right/wrong moment (Bride One is having a freak-out), and spills the beans. Bride One admits it’s true and starts crying. Bride Two breaks out laughing, sucker punches the petty ex, kisses Bride One, and reveals the cat’s name. It’s not one of the names Bride One has ever heard before. Bride Two realizes this as she’s saying it.
The wedding goes off without a hitch.
There’s a post credits sequence where the MAGA dude busts into the venue with a shotgun, fires it into the air, says he WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TRAVESTY TO HAPPEN, and two thirds of the attendees draw guns. It’s the date that was on the invitation, and dude has just crashed a cop wedding.