Coach Scott Jellyghan didn’t coach baseball for the thrill. He did it for the hotdogs. He was short, obese, and bald. Some would say he had nothing going for him. He would disagree. His duties as coach of the last place high school team in the Sandusky league gurenteed him a key to the castle, the palace, the place where dreams were made! The Concessions Stand, where hotdogs were a plenty. One day he felt his tummy rumbling during the bottom of the first. He headed over to the stand and let himself in the back. And all the hotdogs were gone, and they were gone because Wolfhook had ate them all.

Author’s Note(Optimus Prim): I would like to thank Tinkey Be for helping me write this story.

Author’s Note(Tinkey Be): MY NAME IS TINKY BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!1