I have a big,
exciting announcement. Please say, "Extra homework".
Please say, "Extra homework". Next week is internship week. [cheering] You'll all be choosing a job that you'd like
to learn more about. So what do you think, Bruno? You think
I could cut the mustard? First of all,
you spread mustard, you don't cut it. And besides,
what do I need an intern for? It only takes one person
to man the hotdog cart. Please? I've been upping
my condiment game. That could really come in handy for the big hot dog
eating contest this week. [barking, screaming] That's a good point. And as I always say,
"Life is like eating hot dogs. Why have one
when you can have two?" You're hired.
We start tomorrow, 6 a.m. There's a 6 a.m.? Hey, Ronnie Anne! Ah! My wheels! Good thinking, Ronnie Anne!
Now watch out for that hill! [screaming] [gasping] There's our spot! [screeching] Huh?
[screaming] [grunting] Bravo, Ronnie Anne. Like I always say,
"The early dog gets the bun." If you're going to sell 'em, then you gotta know
how they taste. I thought you'd never ask. The atomic dog.
[grunting] Hmm? [bell ringing] The dog a la mode. I could do this all day. The footlong with chili. Double footlong
with double chili. I'm getting pretty full. Only 35 more dogs to go. [groaning] No more... [belching]
hot dogs. That's all of em.
But now, it's lunch time. Bruno, I'm dogged out. No, not our lunch time, there's. [gasping] Hot dogs. Hey, when life drags you
through the garden, you gotta get back in the bun. [groaning] Nice job. Your work today was the way
I like my dogs, well done. See you tomorrow at six
for the hot dog eating contest. Better make it five. [squawking]
You okay? I had a terrible nightmare. [groaning]
And I didn't get any sleep. And I have to meet Bruno
in a half hour. Yuck.
I pitty you working stiffs. I can't do this another day.
Hi, Bruno. It's Ronnie Anne. I can't help with
the contest today cause, um, uh, Bobby broke his arm, and I have to help him
around the house. Bobby's arm isn't bro- <i> Wow. You're a great kid
for taking care of your brothe.</i> <i> And and I could totally handle
the contest on my own.</i> <i> I do it every year,
and like I always say,</i> "Life is like-" Thanks, Bruno. Bye. [sighing] [panting] Hey, Sid.
Have you seen my family? Everyone just went to the park
for the hot dog eating contest. Oh, no.
If Bruno sees Bobby there, he'll know that I was lying. Uh, Bobby, you can't compete
in the eating contest. Why? Uh, you're allergic to hot dogs.
Your doctor called. She said you shouldn't be
anywhere near hot dogs. Don't even think about hot dogs. [gasping]
I was about to eat 20. Thanks for saving my life, sis. All right, competitors, dig in. [clanking] Amateurs. Observe
the proper dipping technique. More dogs, Bruno.
Keep 'em coming. [grunting] Don't worry. I got you, boss.
[grunting] We need more dogs, Bruno! Ooh, hot, hot, hot. Uh-oh, between Vito,
the Eat-O and Mr. Inflatable, Bruno's having
a hard time keeping up. [gasping] Oh, no, Bruno's in hot water. Ronnie Anne?
What are you doing here? I'm sorry, Bruno. I lied about Bobby breaking
his arm. I didn't want to come
to work today because I didn't realize
how hard your job is. But I'm here now,
and I'm going to help you. I appreciate the apology,
Ronnie Anne, but it's too late. I'm a laughing stock. Come on, Bruno.
Remember what you taught me? When life drags you
through the garden, you gotta get back in the bun. You're right. It's tong time. [grunting] Three, two, one. Well, the hot dog
eating contest is over, and the results are in. The winner with 225 dogs is...
Mr. Inflatable. Congrats, boss.
