"Duke, we found it... the lost sausage kingdom of Atlantis!" Max cried victoriously, jumping around in his cart happily. Eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his brother was mumbling to himself, "Sweet... spicy... Italian... smoked... they even got turkey flavored!" The two dogs felt like they were in doggy heaven. And just when they thought it couldn't get any better, sausages rained down on them.

"SAUSAGES!" both canines yipped. Without any further invitation, they quickly helped themselves and began devouring the savory food, bite after bite. Max was practically buried in his cart as he took giant bites for a dog his size. His tail wagged nonstop. Duke managed to fit over a hundred sausages into his mouth. Swallowing, he almost purred, "So good..." Popping out of an pile of sausages with one in his mouth, Max smiled as he laid back.

It was then that the pair saw their first talking sausage...

Three Minutes Later...

"Yes, this is NYC's local animal shelter. What can I help you with sir?" a female voice crackled through the phone. Gripping the device in his hands, the factory worker spoke, "Can you please get someone over here as soon as possible? There's these two dogs that broke into Weiner Kingdom."

"We'll be over in a jiffy, don't worry," the woman reassured him. Breathing a sigh of relief, the man bit his lip before asking, "Hey, is there a slight chance that dogs can hallucinate?"

"What?" the woman asked.

"Can dogs hallucinate?" the man questioned as he stared at a Jack Russell terrier and a giant mutt making snow angels in sausages...