Chuckie was not your ordinary hot dog stand vender. He had a degree from Harvard, yet the limited job market kept him from getting a decent job. Why, thought Chuckie, why the hell did I major in Malaysian Cuisine? Oh well. He saw a strange man in an overcoat and hat walk up to him. His thoughts quickly changed to that of the strange man. Chuckie tried but he couldn’t see his face, it was covered in the night. The man had a funny walk, like that of a large toddler. He came up to the stand. Chuckie was scared.

“Gimme hotdogs,” said the man. Chuckie was startled by his voice, it was a cross between Scooby Doo and Satan.

“How many would you like sir?” asked Chuckie.

“Hotdogs,” replied the man.

“I know you want hotdogs, but how many?” Chuckie asked wondering if the man was half retarded. A car passed and in the headlights Chuckie spotted his face. It wasn’t a man at all. It was Wolfhook. Chuckie tried to run, he ran like the wind, or a cheetah, or even a really fast runner, but to no avail. Wolfhook claimed his victim and then ate all the hotdogs in the stand. Even the mustard was destroyed.