Corn dogs should be easy! We seem to have a bunch of wieners!

And they aren't gonna make me see heaven!

Captain Metal the pirate falls into a drunken sleep and lets the ships wheel spin. The onshore breeze brings the ship into the protected cove and gently lands the ship near civilization.

"Where bees me?" he asks he stumbles awake. "AND WHERE BEES ME RUM?" he cries. He stands a casts his gaze towards the building on shore. "Naked DQ?" he quizes! "What manner of wenches might be had at this establishment? Naked ones perhaps!" He pulls forth his folding telescope and eyes the building.

"Shiver me timbers", he exclaims. "Me whole crew is at the DQ!"

As Captain Metal thought about it, it made perfect sense! The crew had gone after some booty!

All the time, the old sage sat over in the cornor booth, SLOWLY drinking a root beer float; some say he was spiking it from a flask. His eyes constantly moving, watching all the help. Is he a spy for the management, just a pervert or seeking more knowledge, before he says what is on his mind? When, if ever will he speak? Will his words hold some special meaning? Only time will answer those questions.

Deli stares at the meat. She knows, with her new level of responsibility, she must take this problem very seriously! The drugs are wearing off and now she knows she should not play "that hard".

The wiener appears small. Now she knows this is reality.

"I wonder when I lost my bra?" she asks herself absently.

Old Sage knows, he saw it ALL.

Hot Lips knows she has done a good thing. The bum has been sent on his merry way and all is as it should be ... naked. But quality control is a serious matter and she must know all the details.

She mosies over to the Possum to get all the details. "Possum" she says, that Manhole feller sure liked that ugly corndog! Is that a secret recipe?"

The Possum squirms a bit, ashamed to have fed a street bum a giant booger. The Possum thinks a bit and replies, "It sure did make him happy didn't it?"

"Sure did." We got Deli working on a recipe but that one seemed to be pure magic!"

The Possum squirmed a bit more and finally confessed, "Well ... actually, that was a big booger I dug out of my nose with a dirty Popsicle stick. I shouldn't have given it to him but I was trying to be nice."

Hot Lips had to think about that for awhile. She needed to control the quality of this situation.

Sheena is swaying in the corner, giggling.




She thinks to herself, "Life is good!".

I hope to heaven she doesn't have a corn dog in that picture...this is a warped family show after all...

But secretly, the Possum knew she hadn't REALLY fed the drunken bum Manhole a REAL booger...she's been practicing a little bit of

SO...had the possum really been drunk?

or had it all been a feisty, smart possum move to get party goers to Naked DQ for a

The old sage woke up from his nap, looked around & wondered where everyone went. Need another root beer float, onion rings & a double cheese burger, ketchup only. Also directions to the closet liqour sales establishment, need more Jack Daniels.

Holly is wandering along, happy and looking for friends. She spies the sign in the distance and as she gets closer she reads "Naked Dairy Queen".

"Wow! That's perfect!" she exclaims! "I'm already naked!"

All except for the leprechan booties and striped green socks she wore except on special occasions...

Deli stares at the wiener. "The more I look at this thing, the smaller it looks!" she says to herself.

Then she has the profound revaluation.

"I need a bigger wiener!"

Everyone looks around. It is quiet. They all know what is wrong.

In unison they think, "We miss Hot Lips!"

Deli arrives at the meat market. A big burly man comes up to her and asks, "Can I help you?"

"I want to see your biggest wiener!", she says with a smile.

"Oh", says the big dude; "You must mean Manhole. He hangs out in the back near our dumpster!"

Meanwhile...business at the Naked Dairy Queen seems to be in a slump. Possum wonders if she smells and does a quick pit check...nope! Fresh as a daisy! Whatever could it be? Where IS everyone?
We serve ice cream naked to naked people (among other things...)
Maybe we need to rethink the marketing strategy?

Where has all the peoples gone?
I like DQ and don't care if you silly people are naked!
Where is Katz?
How come nobody pets me?