When your mama said you won’t melt in the rain because you weren’t made of sugar,

she was wrong. She never ate one of Mama Harris’ fried pies. Lawwwwwwd, those

pies sure are sweet!

Everyone in the itsy bitsy town of Josh, Georgia sure was getting fat from all those

fried pies and they weren’t slowing down, either. After decades of perfecting her

secret recipe, ninety three year-old Mama Harris’ pies just kept getting better and

better. They are so good that they have become an unstoppable force. In fact, they’ve

become an army...

Mama Harris’ Fried Pie Army begins as the townspeople of Josh, Georgia are

preparing for the Brementon Day Parade. They all hope the Governor of Georgia

will stop by but have no idea of how to make that happen. Oblivious to parade

preparations, Mama Harris is busy frying pies. On the other side of town, a bank

robbery erupts. A stray squirrel, a souped-up Mustang convertible, and an Army of

Fried Pies converge at once to send the town into a tailspin with the Governor of

Georgia mired in the middle!