Captain Lafitte picked up the map out of the glovebox, he looked at the map trying as best he could to find where he was. “Ah ha,” he said to himself, “Fighting Hill Township, that must be were am I in.” He cruised the small town in the Weinermobile looking for a place to stay the night. It was dark and stormy, and the clouds licked up the moon making it nearly pitch dark. The only availble light came from the lightning which was striking just miles away. “This looks intersting,” said Lafitte as he passed the towns small civic center. “Hotdog Society of America Gala Tonight,” read a large sign outside the humble civic center. “Maybe, just maybe, Wolfhook will be here tonight,” said Lafitte. He parked his car and entered the Civic Center. The gala stopped in it’s track as the hotdog-loving townspeople gazed upon the new comer. A tall and chipmunk-like woman came up to him. “May I have this dance?” she asked. She reeked of body odor. “I am gay,” lied Lafitte as he bolted out of the Civic Center. He ran outside and looked up. The Weinermobile was missing its hotdog. “Wolfhook!” Laffitte yelled to the stars. He got in his now bun mobile and got back on the freeway. Wolfhook was on the road…Lafitte deduced. Where would he go next? Maybe, just maybe, he’s comming to your town.

Author’s Note: Please warn everybody you know about Wolfhook! You might be next! Get the word out! Check onehook.com for updates, check often and check fast (like a really fast runner).