Beer Run

Captain Radford, Maybe Esme, and DeShawn the Clown need to unload a cargo of 12th century Frisian mead. Quick. See, their time-freighter runs on currency. And they either get some like right now, or go native. Forever.
So okay, maybe the mead does taste like piss. In 2020 Seattle you just take and slap a “craft beer” label on it and watch the dollars role in.
Only somehow they crash-landed in 1957 Utah instead. Cute blond kids with big ole’ Mickey Mouse ears. Big pink cars with big ole’ chrome-plated tail fins. Big ole’ bleach-blond beehive hairdos. Lawmen with big ole’ revolvers on their hips â€" and a marked aversion to weirdness.
And of course, sale of alcoholic beverages strictly prohibited.
A time-travel romp to a world so cute you could choke on it.