Coop hurries through the glen with a speed that would put a greyhound to shame, until he quickly stops short n front of a rushing waterfall. "Uhh, I think I took the wrong path." he muses with concern. Just then, he begins to hear Eeks' footsteps again and quickly dashes across a ledge behind the falls. As he reaches the end of the path, the little boy screeches to a halt; seeing this as an opportunity, the evil hamster pounces out and grabs the pot of water. Coop frantically pulls it from the other end. "No way, Eeks! I like livin' in Bootsville! I was here first! You're not makin' me spill this!"

Eeks gives a nasty snicker as he abruptly lets go of the pot, causing Coop drop it(But fortunately not spill it) and topple backward. Coop hangs onto the edge of the cliff for dear life as the evil hamster quickly snitches the pot and climbs up the hill with it. "Thanks for the water, fool! See you at the finish line...Oh, wait, no."

The little boy struggles frantically not to fall. Suddenly, a paw reaches out and grabs his hand. "Don't fear, lad. I've got you!" Amazed, Coop looks up to see a familiar pair of large black eyes looking back at him. "M..Mr. Kat?" he says. The space cat gently pulls the little boy up, helps him to his feet, and dust him off. "Your friends and I saw Eeks chasing you and followed after to keep him from causing you any harm." Upon these words, Dennis and Fiona step out from behind the falls. "Hi, Coop."

"Thanks, you guys, I really appreciate this," Coop replies happily. His face then suddenly falls. "The only problem is...I already lost the water. I let everyone own on the most special day of the year. Guess I'm not cut out to be a hot dog water keeper after all."

Dennis places a consoling hand on his friend's shoulder. "Oh, but Coop, that's certainly not so. Hot Dog Day isn't just about the ceremony, or the water."

Coop slowly looks up at his friend. "It isn't?"

"Why, no," Fiona replies. "It's about peace, goodwill to others, and having faith in yourself to do what's right."

"Indeed." Mr. Kat ads obligingly.

A small smile crosses Coop's face. "Thanks, guys. You make me fee so much better. My only concern now is how we'll get the water back..."

"Don't worry, lad," Mr. Kat replies. "We shall retrieve it, and we'll retrieve it together." Now feeling his spirits truly lifted, Coop promptly puts his hands together with his friends. "GOOOOOOO TEAM!" they happily cheer, upon which they begin making their way up the hill.

At the top of the waterfall, Eeks begins pushing the pot of water closer and closer to the edge. "Heh, heh, heh," he snickers. "Soon those misewwable Earthwings will be out of my fur fowwever!" Just then, he hears the sound of footsteps behind him and whips around to see the four friends standing behind him with angry looks on their faces. The evil hamsters ears droop and he begins to sweat profusely. "Uh oh..."

Kat pounces toward Eeks with a vengeance, but the evil hamster hops out of the way, upon which he quickly loses his balance and falls into the hot dog water. "Glug, help! save me, pwease!" Eeks exclaims as he splashes around frantically. As Mr. Kat quickly reaches out to save him, a bright light gleams from the pot and Eeks comes floating out in the shape of a hot dog. "Wow," Dennis notes in awe. "He's been filled with the spirit of Hot Dog Day!"

Eeks smiles and beams cheerfully. "Ohh, what a wovewwy day! I feel so vewwy happy!" The group stares in amazement at the evil hamster's abrupt personality change. "Amazing," Mr. Kat notes. "Apparently, the spirit of Hot Dog Day certainly can change a person's demeanor!"

"Indeed," Coop replies. "That still doesn't explain Old Lady Munson, though." He punctuates his sentence with a small chuckle.

Coop and Dennis then gently squeeze out Eeks' fur, not wishing to lose any of the water. Glancing at her watch, Fiona quickly notices the lateness of the hour. "Oh! There's only an hour left until the festivities! How will we ever make it in time?" As Coop looks at Eeks, who's sitting in his arms, sweetly cuddling him, he's suddenly struck with a notion. "I think I may have an idea."