Take good dictation, Blobby, we are about to have audience with the Hot Dog King himself!
Sausage Cadet: Ladies and Gentlemen, rise for the perpetually delicious, gracious and munificent, King of the Hot Dogs!
!: All hail, his bun-less glory!
PF: …bunny blurry!
Sausage Cadet: Everyone, please be seated.
Hot Dog King: I am grumpy!
Sausage Cadet: Everyone leave, his highness is grumpy today!
*shuffling sounds*
Sausage Cadet: Our sincerest apologies to the Ketchup and Mustard Ambassadors from Foodlandia.
Ketchup Emissary: That’s okay, now we can go to the festival!
Sausage Cadet: Sorry, Larry, back to jail!
PF: Goodness no! I shall be cooked for sure! WAIT!
Hot Dog King: Who is that noisy pastry?
PF: Your highness, I am no pastry at all! I am Professor Frederick Fliggins and I have come to find your crown!
*audible gasp*
Hot Dog King: My crown?
PF: Yes, sire! I am a Professor Island University Thirteenth Level Junior Discoverist! I have been training my entire Life to Find and Discover, and I see no Reason why my Skills may not be transferred to Discover your lost crown.
Hot Dog King: What is this loopy pastry talking about?
?: Sire, we have imprisoned this foreigner without charge and I have deemed him to be useful in the search for your crown.
Hot Dog King: What’s that, Hilda? Well, if YOU think so… Tell me, Mr. Pastry, how do you suppose to find the most sought after possession in all the Hot Dog Kingdom?
PF: Yes… Yes, well. Well, I will tell you. I will tell you, your highness. So, in my training… I, hummm, I, hrmmmm. Yes. Okay. Where did you last leave it?
Hot Dog King: On my head!
PF: And you checked there? Yes, of course. Um, did you try looking under things? Whenever I lose something, it is always in the last place that I look… Heh Heh… Oh dear…
Hot Dog King: Someone skewer this fool and cook him over the flames of Mt. Feroshi!
PF: *ulp!*
Hilda: Oscar! Just because you are grumpy doesn’t mean you have the right to sentence every pastry you meet to be roasted over lava!
PF: Oscar?
Hot Dog King: Ugh. Very well. You are lucky, little pastry. *ahem* I release this moustachioed lunatic to the care of Hilda Frankfurter, Minister of Diplomacy and Sweet Pickle Relish – so speaketh me!
!: Hail! The King spaketh so!
PF: Hail! Thank you, Osc… your highness! I promise to find your crown for you!
Hot Dog King: Hilda, take your new project out of here before I have him kippered.
Hilda: Of course, your highness.