The crowd claps and cheers excitedly as they wait in anticipation for the festivities to begin. As Mr. Kat, who's standing next to Coop and Fiona, glances up at the massive hot dog building before him, his eyes twinkle with curiosity. "Such an intriguing holiday this Hot Dog Day is," he whispers in a voice low enough for the neighbors not to hear. "If I may ask, please, what might its premise be?"

"Well," Coop whispers in reply. "It's a very special celebration of Bootsville's favorite food, hot dogs." Kat smiles and licks his lips hungrily. He had heard much regarding this fascinating Earth food and had always anticipated tasting it. Today he hoped to finally have a chance.

At this moment, Dennis, who's clad in a hot dog costume, passes through the crowd and makes his way to a podium on the other side of the parking lot. Coop, Fiona and Kat bite their tongues not to laugh; his costume looked hilarious! "Welcome, fellow Bootsvillians," Dennis announces. "As your Sausage of Ceremonies, it is my honor to present...THE HOT DOG WATER KEEPER!" The crowd oohs and ahhs as the front door of the building opens, revealing a tall, muscular looking figure. Once the figure steps out into the open, his true identity is revealed as an old man carrying an armful of balloons, which quickly float away. "Ew." a person in the audience cringes.

"My skin aches and my bones are wrinkly," the elderly man groans. "The time has come to choose a new water keeper." The group watches with anticipation as the water keeper removes a small gold hot dog from his pocket, places it on the ground, and spins it in a circle. Once the hot dog stops spinning, it ends up pointing toward a tall, muscular young man with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a blue and white hockey sweater. "Alex Trueblood," Dennis announces. "You have been chosen." Alex pumps his fists up and down excitedly as the crowd cheers, "ALEX! ALEX! ALEX! ALEX!"

The young man traipses up to the water keeper and kneels on one knee. "But first, you must prove yourself worthy of this great honor," the water keeper notes. "A hot dog water keeper must be brave, honest, and most of all...have a really keen sense of balance." Alex gives a perplexed look as the water keeper takes out a silver ladle with a small bit of water in it. "This is but a sample of the precious water in which we have boiled our hot dogs for a hundred years." He then hands Alex the ladle. "Take it, and walk the tightrope of processed meat!" The water keeper motions to a tightrope made of link sausages high above the ground. "This is a great honor Alex has been given." Fiona whispers to Mr. Kat.

"Oh, but if you spill so much as a drop, you'll be banished from Bootsville FOREVER!" the water keeper exclaims seriously. He then becomes subdued. "So, there's absolutely no pressure." As Alex slowly rises to his feet, he takes one step and trips over the golden hot dog, spilling the entire contents of the ladle on the ground. "WHOA! OOF!" The crowd gasps in horror. "Village, HE'S NOT WORTHY!" the water keeper exclaims angrily. "Huh?" Alex exclaims in shock as he slowly picks himself up. "But...don't I get a do-over?" Unfortunately, his question is quickly answered as a group of neighbors angrily chase him out of town with tongs and spatulas. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Dennis cringes as he watches them go. "I...can't help but wonder if this is in keeping with the true spirit of Hot Dog Day."

Coop leans over and whispers in Kat's ear. "Our town takes hot dogs very seriously."

"Okeydokey, try again." the water keeper notes as he spins the golden hot dog a second time. Once it stops spinning, the hot dog points at Coop. The little boy's face lights up. "Me? All right!"

"Meow-hoo!" Kat cheers happily.

"Yay!" cheers Fiona.

Unfortunately, not everyone is happy with this solution. "WHAT!" Old Lady Munson exclaims as she rudely shoves her way through the crowd. "The only thing that Burtonburger delinquent is worthy of is a stretch in juvenile detention!" Unswayed by her words, the crowd glares angrily at her.

"My son, the Hot Dog Water Keeper!" Burt says delightedly as he traipses up to Coop and gives him a gentle hug. "I've always dreamt of this day." Coop smiles modestly and blushes as he slowly makes his way toward the water keeper, who's holding a new ladle.

"First, you must prooove you are-" the water keeper begins before he's cut off rashly by a very harsh Mrs. Munson. "JUST DO IT NOW AND GET EXILED ALREADY!"

Little did they know, however, that this moment was soon to be taking an unexpected turn for the worse. Hiding in the bushes nearby, Eeks the evil space hamster had been listening intently to every word. A nasty grin spreads across his face as he schemingly rubs his paws together. "Ooh, what a lucky, lucky day! If that siwwy Eathwing spills that water, they'll run both him and that misewwable cat out of town! I'll be wid of them fowwever!"

Coop carefully climbs up to the top of the sausage highwire, keeping the ladle balanced the whole time, and begins his walk across the long string of hot dogs. As he nervously takes one step forward, Coop slips, but fortunately manages to grab the rope in time. Unfortunately, the rope then snaps in two, sending him whipping through the air like a fish caught on a line. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Thinking quickly, Coop maneuvers the rope toward the other side of the line and deftly catches the water in the ladle without spilling a drop. "I did it! Uhm, tadaa?"

The group cheers excitedly at this amazing feat. "It's a Hot Dog Day miracle!" the water keeper exclaims happily.

"That's my boy! Woohoo, that's my son!" Burt cheers happily as he merrily dances in place.

From his hiding place in the bushes, Eeks disdainfully scowls, "Dwat! The wittle pest is more skilled than first anticipated! No matter, it won't be long before he slips up," the evil hamster grins glibly. "And I will personally guarantee it." He then rushes off to enact his scheme.