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I wish I *had* an Oscar Meyer Wiener...

"Oh-ho-ho, NO!" cries the hog dog vendor, "Not ano'dah one of you costumed wackos!" The palm of his hand stops sharply in front of your face, and before you know it you hear the sound of the hot dog oven slapping shut, foillowed by Fred's insensitive sigh of relief.

"Last one ah yoo maniacs came t'rough here emptied out THREE of these booths without payin a dime," the snotty teenager continues. "No way I'm getting dat cut outta my salary."

You whimper a little, almost tearing up again at your empty belly and wounded pride. "Aww.. But I'm HUNGRY." Part of you knows better, but you can still smell those hot dogs.

That's when Fred pipes up, "Wait a second..."


Written by Zexyz (edited by wanderer)

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