Live To Die Another Day, Corny Dog.

Here is the story of a little boy and his weiner...uh...a little boy and his dog...let's see...a little boy and his....okay, here is the story of Corny. It is a sad story. Corny loses.

Once upon a time there was a little Corny Dog, given to a little boy, by his mother who firmly believed that health, nutrition and wearing your pajamas until 1PM were vital to his development. This little boy was also teething so please quit being so judgemental on his wet clothes.

Apparently something else caught the little boys attention. It could have been anything really, his sister, a butterfly, even a molecule floating through the air - it didn't take much. And so his Corny Dog was tossed aside, much like his mothers responsibilities to her floors upkeep.

But just when Corny thought it was safe, little boy got hungry again. And who needs condiments when you get the crunchy flavor left over from daddy's muddy shoes.

But don't count Corny out just yet. It made an escape one more time. This time Corny ended up in the fireplace. Why the fireplace? Who knows. Ask little boy. He loves the fireplace. He puts everything in there, even himself. So it is quite likely he just wanted Corny to feel special.

But not that special. For little boy decides to have another go at it.

And then somewhere along the way Corny makes one final, somewhat fatal attempt to flee. "Maybe I will be safe here," Corny thinks to himself, "here on little boys bed." But silly Corny, don't you know that a little boys bed is where things go to die? Just ask his mommy's toothbrush, two spatulas, a bottle of White-Out, some fingernail clippers and a Pampered Chef invitation...they once tried to flee to the bed, too.

Only he couldn't track them down an hour later and polish them off.

May your weekend be as tasty as ours!

The end.