A man moaned as he slowly gained consciousness. "What's going on?" He asked as he looked around a black room with hardly any visibility. "Hello?" He tried to stand up but was tied to a wooden chair.

"Jim is this you, Bob, Margaret. Is this a prank? Haha, you can let me go, now!" He chuckled.

A loud creaking noise filled the room allowing a ray of light to brighten it before quickly disappearing with a loud slam. "W-Who's there!" The man stuttered.

"You have something of mine." A man spoke in a thick German accent. A light flickered on before turning off again. Tapping noises were heard as the light flickered on and off. "Work!" The man yelled as loud banging filled the room before the light finally turned on. He breathed in deeply and threw a hammer behind him. "Like I was saying, you have something of mine, and I want it." He slowly walked toward the man tied to the chair.

"Roger, stop using that phony German accent and use your real voice." The man demanded.

"Still trying to boss me around, Jack." Roger's voice changed to an American accent. "I'm in charge now!" His voice changed back to the German accent. "Now, you have something of mine."

"I apologized for taking the dinner plate."

"You still haven't given me that dinner plate!" He growled.

Jack looked above him as he thought. "Oh yeah, I'll give it to you at thanksgiving."

"You said that ten Thanksgivings ago!" He slammed his hands on the arm rests as his voice changed back to a gruff American accent. "I am talking about my weenie whistle! Where is it!" He growled.

"That was…" Jack stopped and mumbled math under his breath. "Forty years ago, I was five!" He shouted spitting on Roger in the process.

Roger backed away and wiped the spit off his face. "You stole it from me and became a professional weenie whistler. Using my weenie!" He pointed his finger at him. "Where is it!"

Jack shook his head. "I don't have it anymore, I lost it."

"You better find it…" He tipped the chair backwards causing Jack's feet to raise off the ground. "Or you are going to become the Weenie!"

"How can I find something that I don't have!" He yelled.

"Boss, we found it." Two husky men walked towards the two men.

"Where did you find it?"

"His wife was blowing the weenie, so we stole it and ran."

"Your wife was blowing my weenie!" He grabbed the whistle out of there hands and looked at it.

"How do you even know that is yours."

Roger smiled, grabbing a magnifying glass from his pocket he looked at the bottom of the whistle. "Roger, I hope you blow it forever. Love mom. And that is exactly what I am going to do." Roger wet his lips, putting the whistle in between his lips he blew, but nothing came out.

Jack busted out laughing as Roger looked down at his whistle in disbelief.

"What did you do!" Roger's voice quaked with fear. "Why didn't anything come out?"

"It only works for me, I put a passcode on the whistle so it will only work for my mouth."

"You coded my weenie! Why would you do that!" He shouted.

"So no one steals it, I couldn't part from it."

"Someone can't steal something of yours when it doesn't even belong to you."

"According to the Passcode it does belong to me." Jack chuckled. "Now let me go. I have a party to go to."

Roger clenched his teeth. "Your not going anywhere, you are going to stay here and blow my weenie!" He placed it in between his lips. "Blow!" He growled.

Jack shook his head, making sure not to let out any air.

"Fine…" Roger shrugged his shoulders, taking the whistle away from his mouth he walked away. "Take him to incinerator. He will never blow another Weenie again." Roger walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.