Chapter one


“Hotdogs. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Friday night. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Hotdogs and Friday night. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just in case you don’t know, I’m a dog. My name is Fred, just Fred. I like hotdogs, just plain hotdogs. I don’t like ketchup, mustard, or that green gloppy stuff humans call relish.”

Chapter two


“Every Friday night my humans have a big outside thing called a barbecue. It’s full of other humans, other dogs, and hotdogs. Every Friday night I try to get a hotdog. And every week I fail to get a hotdog. But sometimes I can’t figure out when humans say hotdog. Do they mean me hotdog or hotdog dog? Sometimes I just don’t get it.”


Chapter three


“Woof! Woof! Today is hotdog day! Did I say hotdog day? I meant barbecue day! Hotdog hotdog hotdog! O yeah, did I mention that I am not alone in my personal, perfect, hotdog life? Well, I’m not alone. Besides my humans and my delicious hot dog, I’m not alone. It’s a c-c-cat! Can you believe it! A cat in a perfect hotdog and dog life! And to make matters worse, the cat’s named Fredrick! Fredrick just gets worse! Every time I’m just about to get a hotdog, Fredrick get in the way. P.S. girl cat.”


Chapter four

My revenge

“Before hotdog day started I made a plan, but before I could make the plan I needed to call the I.B.S.C. It stands for International Butt Smelling Con. I know what you’re thinking: the name is AMAZING! Well here it goes, INTERNATIONAL BUTT SMELLING CON! Come on, everytime I do that my humans and other humans start talking. It sounds like this.”

“Hey Bob, what’s wrong with your dog?”

“I don’t know, whenever he does that all the neighborhood dogs come over.”

“Yeah like that anyway, here they come.”

“Good you dogs are here. We have to talk about Fredrick.”


Chapter five

The meeting

“I don’t know Fred.”

“I don’t like the looks of Fredrick.”

“Me neither, he gives me chills.”

“Come on guys. If you don’t, I’ll call you scaredycat. I’ll give you a hotdog.”

“Hey Ferd, did I say I won’t help you? Don’t pay attention to what I said, count me in.”

“Never mind that. I’m in.”

“Me too.”

“So am I.”

“Don’t forget me!”

“Let’s do this. Let’s go over the plan one more time.”


Chapter six

The plan

“So, when Fredrick is sleeping we get the writing stick and the writing board.”

“Fred, what’s the writing board and writing stick again?”

“Oh come on! The writing board is that black square thing, and the writing stick is the white stick thing and when you scrape the writing stick on the the writing board, it makes that that horrible squeaking sound, remember?”

“O yeah, sorry Fred.”

“So after we bring those two things into where Fredrick’s sleeping and write on it, he will wake up and keep running and fall into the trap. Then we get the hotdogs.”


Chapter seven

O yeah

“Come on guys, let’s do this…