Benson, Pops, and Skips are in the kitchen of the house. "Everyone ready for the barbecue? How's everything coming, Pops?" Benson asked. "I've been making pies all morning!" He laughs and brings out the pies. "Skips?" Benson asked. "I made Chilli." He replied. "Well I have a little surprise. I was getting excited for the annual barbecue so in addition for putting on this shirt,"

he is wearing a red shirt that had white flowers on it. "I splurged on some Super Extra Premium Grade A Hot Dogs." He said. "Oh, it's been a while since I had a grilled meat link." Pops said. "So where'd you get them?" Skips asked. "I got them online. I spared no expense, I even paid extra for overnight shipping." Benson said. "So where are they? Let's throw those babies on the grill." Skips said. "I gave them to Rigby." Benson said. "Huh?" Skips asked. "Oh, are (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby grilling already?" Pops asked. "No, no, I just told them to bring them outside. I definitely told them NOT to grill the hot dogs." Benson said.

At the picnic area, (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are standing around, with Rigby holding the hot dogs. "You sure Benson said we could grill the hot dogs?" (Y/n) asked the raccoon. "Benson totally said we could grill the hot dogs." He lied. "Sweet!" Mordecai takes the hot dogs from Rigby. "Let's get grillin'." Rigby said. "Chillin' and Grillin'!" (Y/n) said. "Yeah-yuh!" The trio said. "Whoa, Benson spared no expense. Real ingredients? Dudes, these are like luxury hot dogs." Mordecai puts them on the grill. "Dudes, this thing won't light." He said. "I know how to get that baby going." Rigby grabs lighter fluid from the table. "Outta my way."

He puts the lighter fluid on the hot dogs, and starts the grill, continuing to put it on the hot dogs. "Okay, buddy, I think that's good." (Y/n) said. "What?" Rigby asked. The grill explodes, then the hotdogs catch fire. "RIGBY!" (Y/n) shouted. "I got it!" He takes the tablecloth and puts it on the fire, yet it makes it worse, causing Mordecai to roar. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby take the grill as fast as they can and Mordecai drops the grill over the bridge and into the river.

The burned hot dogs float away. "Aw, man. I guess that's why Benson told me NOT to grill." Rigby said. "What?!" Mordecai and (Y/n) snapped. (Y/n) drags the grill back to the picnic area, with the grill dripping wet. "I said I was sorry. Come on, guys!" Rigby said. "No! No more "Come on, guys crap. Benson's gonna totally blame us and it's all your fault! I'm sick of you always gettin' us into trouble!" Mordecai shouted. "I just wanted to grill time with my best friends. Chillin' and Grillin'." Rigby said. Mordecai puts his arms up. "No. No, don't." Rigby warned.

"It's too late." He begins to move his arms together. "Come on, dude. Don't!" Rigby said. "It's already in motion." Mordecai said. "Well, put it out of motion!" Rigby shouted. Mordecai has finally crossed his arms. "You pissed me off." Mordecai said. (Y/n) crosses her arms as well and turns away from Rigby. "Augh! Dudes, no. Look at me." He punches Mordecai, but no effect. "Look at me!" He punches (Y/n) next, multiple times with the same results. "Augh! If I fix it, will you two stop being mad at me?" He asked. "Maybe." (Y/n) narrows her eyes. "Fine, I'll fix it. I'll just go get some more hot dogs from the meat locker down in the basement. Benson will never know, okaaaaaaaaay?" Rigby asked. "Fine. You'd better fix it, though." Mordecai said.

(Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby go down to the meat locker as Rigby opens the doors. "Augh, I hate goin' down in the meat locker." (Y/n) said. They all go to meat locker and (Y/n) holds the door. Rigby is looking for the hot dogs. "Don't worry, it'll be super quick, (Y/n). I'll get the hot dogs, you two hold the door." Rigby said. "Fine." Mordecai saiid. "Meat, meat, meat, meat." Rigby said. "Hurry up, dude. It's freezing." (Y/n) said as she shivers. "I can't find 'em." Rigby said. "Argh! I knew you couldn't fix it!" Mordecai shouted. "Wait! I think they're on top, but I can't reach." Rigby said. "I'll grab 'em. Come hold the door." (Y/n) said. Rigby goes to hold the door while

(Y/n) and Mordecai look for the hotdogs. "I don't see 'em." Mordecai said. "Me either." (Y/n) said. Rigby approaches them. "Did you check over there? Rigby asked. "Yeah, we already..." Mordecai trails off. "DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THE DOOR!" (Y/n) panicked. "Oh, my gosh! I totally propped it open with some bags of ice! Check it." The ice bags fall and the door slams shut. Mordecai and (Y/n) get mad and Mordecai is about to cross his arms again. "Wait, wait! I can fix it, there's a safety latch!" Rigby said. Rigby goes to it and begins pulling it. "Dude, don't force it!" Mordecai shouted. The latch breaks and (Y/n),

Mordecai and Rigby are banging on the door for help. "Benson! Skips! Help! Pops! HELP!!!!!" The three shouted. Skips, Benson and Pops hang out in the kitchen. Benson and Pops encourage Skips to drink as much Soda as he can. "Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Yeeeeeeeeaaaaah woooooooo!" Pops cackles. "Arghhhh!!! You did it to us again, Rigby!" (Y/n) snapped. "Don't worry. I'll get us out of this." Rigby tries to break the meat locker door window with a big veal leg 10 times. "Just give it up, dude. I knew you couldn't fix it." Mordecai said. "Dude, I fix stuff all the time." Rigby said. "No, you don't." (Y/n) said.

"What do you mean?" Rigby asked her. "The cart, the shoes, the party. That other party." She listed off. "Stop right there! You know Muscle Man pushed me." Rigby said. "Muscle Man wasn't even there!" Mordecai shouted. " Fine, I'll fix it." Rigby said. "You mean, like when you fixed the grill? Or when you fixed the hot dogs by burning them. Or... Oh, no, wait, I know.

You mean, like you brought us down and locked us in the freezer to find more hot dogs? Oh, but surprise, surprise, there are no hot dogs." (Y/n) said. "But I can..." Rigby said. "No! Don't even say it! Just shut up so we can find a way out of here before we freeze to death." Mordecai said. After walking away, he chills his breath. "Mordecai! I found the thermostat! I can totally fix it!" Rigby said.

"Oh, no." (Y/n) looks behind and finds Rigby holding a frozen drumstick. "WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' WITH THAT DRUMSTICK?!?!" She shouted. Rigby hits a duct with the drumstick, causing the temperature to drop severely. Rigby hops out of the way and Mordecai and (Y/n) take the freezing cold while groaning with anger. "Guys, I'm sorry! Let me try and fix it!" Rigby shouted. "ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm sick of you saying that! You can't fix this, okay? All you do is mess things up and ruin people's lives!" Mordecai shouted. "Sorry. I just wanted to help." Rigby said. "Stop pretending like you do anything but get us in trouble! You can't fix anything!

And now... we're gonna d-d-die because of you." (Y/n) said. Mordecai puts his arms up. "No!" Rigby shouted. Mordecai crosses them. "Dudes, don't be mad at me! Guys, DON'T DIE MAD AT ME!" Rigby shouted. "Too.. late." Mordecai and (Y/n) both collapse to the floor unconscious. Rigby kneels down and touches their faces. "Mordecai? (Y/n)? Oh, no! Oh, no! I can fix this! I can fix this!" Rigby walks away and puts both Mordecai's and (Y/n)'s legs on his shoulders and drags them away.

"Don't worry, guys. I'm gonna take care of us. You'll see." He said. Rigby looks for the hot dogs in tall boxes. He doesn't find them and picks up Mordecai's and (Y/n)'s ankles and walks off. Rigby carries the two by their necks, then Mordecai's and (Y/n)'s bodies are being pushed off by Rigby. Rigby looks tired and weak, and holding Mordecai and (Y/n) by his chest. "How am I doing? Ah, guys? Am I doin' all right?"

He gently moves Mordecai's head like a puppet and pretends that Mordecai is speaking. "Yeah, Rigby, you're doin' good." He drops Mordecai's and (Y/n)'s bodies and stumbles on a box with hot dogs. "Hot dogs. I've been looking all over for you. " He said. "Please, frozen stranger, can you free us?" One of them asked. "Yeah, I can free you. But you're gonna have to do something for me. Here's what you gotta do..." Rigby said.

Mordecai and (Y/n) are still unconscious, and Mordecai dreams about (Y/n) and him on a island. She is wearing a seashell bikini top and a grass skirt. "Hey, Mordecai." She said. Mordecai has a muscular body. "(Y/n), you look stunning." He said. "Spin with me." (Y/n) said. " Ha-ha-ha-ha!" The duo laugh. "Oh, Mordecai." (Y/n) said. "Oh, (Y/n)." He said. A giant Dream Rigby rises up from the sand. "Mordecai! I'M GONNA FIX IT!" Mordecai and (Y/n) soon wake up.

"Rigby?" (Y/n) asked as she groans and rubs her eyes. Her and Mordecai see the Hot dog leader shaking hands with Rigby. "Oh, hey, you're both awake!" He goes to Mordecai and helps him sit up by putting his hands on his shoulders, then does the same for (Y/n). "Mordecai, (Y/n), I, I told you I can fix it!" The hotdogs are by Mordecai's legs. "While you both were dead, I found those talking hot dogs and they're gonna help us." He said.

"What?" Mordecai asked weakly. "They said they know the way out!" Rigby said. "It's true. We can guide you out of the meat locker. But only if you will agree to take us to a barbecue where we can be eaten." The leader said. "What? You WANT to be eaten?" (Y/n) asked skeptically. "Yes. It is our destiny to be eaten." The leader replied. "Dude, this is weird. Benson's gonna know these are not the hot dogs he bought. Look at them!" Mordecai said. "No. he won't know, just trust me. I promise, it'll work out." Rigby said. "Do we have a deal?" Rigby shakes the hot dog leader's hand. "It's a deal!" All hot dogs cheer. A portable cooler appears from the floor.

Its cover opens and Rigby peeps in there. "Dudes, this is the way out!" Rigby said. The same cooler appears at the barbecue place. "Dudes, they're not here yet! We still have time!" Rigby said. Rigby, (Y/n), Mordecai and hot dogs come out from the cooler. "Man, I can't wait for those hot dogs!" Benson said. "Here they come. This'd better work." (Y/n) said. "It'll work. Just relax." Rigby said. "Hey, hey!" Benson greeted. "Hey, Benson, I've got the hot dogs right here.

I didn't grill 'em, just like you said." Rigby said. "Oh, boy, this is gonna be the best barbecue ever!" Benson said. The leader jumps up. "NOW!" He shouted. "What the?" Mordecai asked. "What the heck are those?!" Benson asked. The hot dogs attack everyone. "This wasn't part of the deal!" Rigby shouted. The hot dogs force Benson, Pops, Skips, (Y/n) and Mordecai somewhere. "Wait!" Rigby shouted.

"Ha-ha-ha! You fell for our trap. Brilliantly. We don't want to be eaten, we want to eat YOU." The leader said. "But what about the prophecy?" Rigby asked. "There is no prophecy. This is simply revenge. For all our fallen brother and sister hot dogs massacred by the hand of your barbecue. And now, you'll join your friends awaiting a similar fate!" The leader said.

(Y/n), Mordecai, Benson, Skips, and Pops are trapped in a giant plastic bag of steaming hot red oil. "Help, Rigby!" Benson shouted. "Bad show." Pops said. "Help!" Skips shouted. "Help!" Mordecai shouted. "Rigby, help us!" (Y/n) shouted. "(Y/N)!" He shouted worriedly. "No! What are you doing to them?!" Rigby panicked. "Marinating them, of course. Bag the last one!" Rigby tries to escape by throwing barbecue stuff at the hot dogs. "Stand back, man! Stand back!" Rigby runs out of stuff to protect himself with. But when he accidentally squirts mustard at one of the hot dogs, two other hot dogs surprisingly start to eat him. "Aw! This stuff's delicious!" Rigby realizes what to do. He squirts mustard at every hot dog. The hot dogs slay each other.

The Hot Dog Leader gets chased by the other hot dogs. "No! Noo!" The leader gets eaten by the other hot dogs. "Nooo!" The last hot dog eats himself out of existence. Benson, Pops, Skips, (Y/n), and Mordecai manage to get out of the bag. "What the heck was that? What did you do?" Benson asked. Everyone is now angrily staring at Rigby. "Yeah, Rigby. What did you do?" Mordecai asked. "Uh, well, I... Uhhhhh...." He gasps and notices an empty plastic package of Super Extra Premium Hot Dogs. "Don't look at me, Benson's the one who went and bought the crazy Super Premium psycho Hot Dogs!" He said. Skips and Pops now glare at Benson. "Oh, yeah! He's right." Skips said. "I indeed remember now." Pops said.

Rigby winks at Mordecai and (Y/n). They look at each other and smirk a little before turning to their other friends. "Yeah, he's right." Mordecai said. "Yeah, this wouldn't have happened if you'd just bought regular hot dogs!" (Y/n) said. "That's for sure." Skips said. "That is true." Pops said. "No, but... I don't know what happened." Benson said. "Well, I guess the barbecue is ruined now thanks to Benson." Rigby said. "No!" Pops said. "What?" Skips asked. "No, no, no, no, I can fix it." He gives Rigby $20 and whispers to him. "Quick. Go and buy some hot dogs from the store and make sure they're regular." Then turns to the others. "I'm sorry, guys. Minor setback." He said. "I hope the overnight shipping was worth it." Skips said. "Dude, that was awesome." Mordecai said. "Yeah, man." (Y/n) agreed. "I told you guys I'd fix it." Rigby said. "We knew that you would."