A noodle-obsessed nobody searching for hot water at a historic space launch wanders through the wrong door and accidentally boards a live rocket—what begins as slapstick chaos becomes a deadly lunar crisis, forcing the least qualified man imaginable to make the ultimate sacrifice and leave behind one quiet monument on the Moon: the last noodle.

SYNOPSIS:

On Earth, the world gathers to witness a landmark rocket launch. Scientists, engineers, and media crews buzz with anticipation. Amid this precision and seriousness stands one man with a very different priority: finding hot water for his cup noodles. What begins as a simple, desperate search spirals into a cascade of perfectly timed mistakes—wrong doors, misunderstood signals, and pure dumb luck—until, impossibly, he finds himself sealed inside the rocket.

The launch goes ahead.

At first, the journey is pure chaos. Weightlessness becomes a playground for clumsy mishaps, floating noodles, and silent panic masked by absurd problem-solving. Against all logic, he survives the ride and crash-lands with the mission on the Moon. The comedy continues as he fumbles through equipment, misuses tools, and accidentally disrupts carefully planned procedures.

But then, one small mistake changes everything.

A critical system is damaged. Oxygen is limited. Communication with Earth falters. The laughter fades as the reality of space sets in—cold, vast, and unforgiving. The mission, once historic, is now a survival countdown. The same man who caused the disaster becomes the only one capable of fixing it, not through brilliance, but through instinct, stubbornness, and a strange sense of responsibility.

In the final moments, he makes a silent choice. To save the mission—and the people who will return home—he stays behind. Alone on the Moon, he prepares his last cup of noodles using the remaining heat, leaving it behind as a quiet marker of his presence.

When the crew returns to Earth as heroes, the world never fully understands how close it came to tragedy—or who truly saved them.

On the Moon, resting in the dust, lies the last noodle.