Well, HOT DOG! We have a wiener!
(Story based on the first time I heard that. If you know where it's from
PLEASE tell me.)
If you don't know what that's saying is just DON'T MIND IT! Its funny! It's sort of a joke for all to understand, but at the same time, its really funny to me and my friends.
(At a Coney Island carnival in the early 1900's)
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"Well HOTDOG we have wiener!" the carnival both man exclaimed as another contestant hit the target. He won a stuffed animal.
He was only in his thirties or so. As a young kid, he always went to the Coney Island carnivals. It was where his heart was. His life surrounded Coney Island in one overlarge hug.
He adjusted this bow tie before the next kid stepped up to spin the large wheel to win stuff. Everyone was destined to win something, unless they hit one of the two spots that you win nothing if you land on it.
The kid stepped up. He looked the usual attire of a young newsboy like he used to be himself. The boy scampered though his pocket extracting small counts of money from his daily paper earnings. A few had a bit of ink dried on it from that day's newspaper.
"Well young boy. What's your name?" the man asked excitedly.
"Tumblah." The newsie said
"Well, Tumbler thanks for the pay. HERE WE GO!" he spun the wheel. Around it went, making Tumbler dizzy after all that junk food he ate at random stands, blowing his penny money. The wheel slowly came to stop. It landed on.
"Well, HOTDOG! We have a looser!" he exclaimed for the first time today. Finally we got one looser. Poor guy though
Tumbler got one of the landings where you get nothing. He looked at the ground.
"Hey, dat aint fair!" a short, Italian boy who looked like he would be one of the older Newsies budged up next to tumbler. "Heah Tumbles, heahs t'ree cents. I wanna see you win sumthin'"
"Gee thanks racetrack!" tumbler proudly exclaimed and handed the carnival man the money.
"Here we go!" shouted the man again.
The wheel spun. And spun.. soon it started slowing down. And.
"Well, HOTDOG! WE HAVE A WIENER!"
Tumbler smiled proudly. The mad grabbed a toy from the side. It was a small toy he never saw before. It was a round little plastic ball. He dropped it and it bounced.
"Well kid. Here's a bouncy ball. It's a new toy. Have fun Newsies."
The two newsies looked back as the man left, wondering how he knew they were newsies. They ignored it and continued through the carnival
The carnival man stood there and sighed. Remembering the long days and sleepless nights of when he was a newsboy. Days running and shouting in the hot sun, days freezing your legs off in the frostbitten winter. He smiled. Then returned to his carnival man self and went back to his trade.
Being a carnival man.
"Well, HOT DOG! We have a wiener!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like it? Hate it sooo much you want to rant about it????? Don't understand something???? Please review! This is my first story I have EVER posted on the Internet. Believe me, it won't be the last either.
*Shoelace the shoeless wonder*
If you don't know what that's saying is just DON'T MIND IT! Its funny! It's sort of a joke for all to understand, but at the same time, its really funny to me and my friends.
(At a Coney Island carnival in the early 1900's)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well HOTDOG we have wiener!" the carnival both man exclaimed as another contestant hit the target. He won a stuffed animal.
He was only in his thirties or so. As a young kid, he always went to the Coney Island carnivals. It was where his heart was. His life surrounded Coney Island in one overlarge hug.
He adjusted this bow tie before the next kid stepped up to spin the large wheel to win stuff. Everyone was destined to win something, unless they hit one of the two spots that you win nothing if you land on it.
The kid stepped up. He looked the usual attire of a young newsboy like he used to be himself. The boy scampered though his pocket extracting small counts of money from his daily paper earnings. A few had a bit of ink dried on it from that day's newspaper.
"Well young boy. What's your name?" the man asked excitedly.
"Tumblah." The newsie said
"Well, Tumbler thanks for the pay. HERE WE GO!" he spun the wheel. Around it went, making Tumbler dizzy after all that junk food he ate at random stands, blowing his penny money. The wheel slowly came to stop. It landed on.
"Well, HOTDOG! We have a looser!" he exclaimed for the first time today. Finally we got one looser. Poor guy though
Tumbler got one of the landings where you get nothing. He looked at the ground.
"Hey, dat aint fair!" a short, Italian boy who looked like he would be one of the older Newsies budged up next to tumbler. "Heah Tumbles, heahs t'ree cents. I wanna see you win sumthin'"
"Gee thanks racetrack!" tumbler proudly exclaimed and handed the carnival man the money.
"Here we go!" shouted the man again.
The wheel spun. And spun.. soon it started slowing down. And.
"Well, HOTDOG! WE HAVE A WIENER!"
Tumbler smiled proudly. The mad grabbed a toy from the side. It was a small toy he never saw before. It was a round little plastic ball. He dropped it and it bounced.
"Well kid. Here's a bouncy ball. It's a new toy. Have fun Newsies."
The two newsies looked back as the man left, wondering how he knew they were newsies. They ignored it and continued through the carnival
The carnival man stood there and sighed. Remembering the long days and sleepless nights of when he was a newsboy. Days running and shouting in the hot sun, days freezing your legs off in the frostbitten winter. He smiled. Then returned to his carnival man self and went back to his trade.
Being a carnival man.
"Well, HOT DOG! We have a wiener!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like it? Hate it sooo much you want to rant about it????? Don't understand something???? Please review! This is my first story I have EVER posted on the Internet. Believe me, it won't be the last either.
*Shoelace the shoeless wonder*