Hot Dog and Bob: Adventure 2 Read Online Free

Scribbler said. “We could use a little music around here! I knew you would come in handy somehow. And you, human over there in the pink skirt, what useful thing do
you
do?”
    Clementine grabbed Hot Dog. Then she started shaking and banging on him like a tambourine.
    “Oh, um, I play the hot dog!” she said. “It’s a very, uh,
popular
instrument here on Earth!”
    Hot Dog yelped as Clementine banged. Between our yelping and kazooing and theirdancing, one thing was clear. The pencil snatchers definitely did
not
have supersensitive ears. So much for Hot Dog’s plan. We were toast for sure.
    “Don’t worry,” Hot Dog squeaked between the yelps. “I’ll think of a new plan any minute!”
    Yeah, right. I wasn’t exactly getting my hopes up.
    “You two can stay until I get tired of your tunes,” the Scribbler told us. “After that we’ll need to erase you like the others.”

    When he said “you two” instead of “you three,” I realized something. The Scribbler really believed that Hot Dog was just a musical instrument. He had no idea that the yelping thing in Clementine’s hands was any kind of superhero at all. I tooted my kazoo and prayed that Hot Dog was going to surprise us with a plan that actually worked—hopefully
soon!
    Meanwhile, the Scribbler and his Pencil Snatchers gang danced and sang.
    Erase, erase, erase this world.
    Come on, everybody, let’s erase this world!
    Erase all the boys, erase all the girls.
    Yeah, we’re gonna scribble up
    A whole new world!
    I’d always dreamed of playing in a band, but my dream didn’t look anything like this.
    Then all of a sudden a different sound came out of Hot Dog. It wasn’t a yelping sound. It was louder, it was stranger, it was …
smellier!

    “Stinkin’ sardines!”
Clementine gagged. “What died in
your
bun?”
    Clementine and I were beyond grossed out by Hot Dog’s disgusting fart, but it was worth it. The evil pencils were dropping like flies!
    “What’s happening?” gagged Clementine. “Are they dying?”
    “Pencil snatchers have one great weakness,” said Hot Dog. “They have extremely sensitive noses.”
    “I thought you said they had extremely sensitive
ears!
” I said.
    “Ears, noses,” said Hot Dog. “There are so many body parts. Can you blame a guy for gettin’ them a little mixed up once in a while?”
    First of all, the pencil snatchers didn’t really have
that
many body parts to get mixed up. Second of all, I was blaming Hot Dog. I mean, how hard can it be to remember the one and only incredibly important fact that could save the world?
    “Usually they just erase anything that stinks,” Hot Dog explained. “But they were so busy singing and dancing they didn’t see—er,
smell
—this one comin’! And now, if you’ll kindly help me dispose of this mess.”
    One by one, we stuck the pencils into Miss Lamphead’s sharpener and sharpened them until there was nothing left.

    “I don’t mean to be ungrateful or anything,” said Clementine, plugging her nose. “But do you think you could do something about this smell?”
    Hot Dog pushed a secret bun button and sprayed a twinkling mist of flowery-smelling perfume all over the room.
    “Ahhh, my favorite scent!” said a voice. “Like roses in springtime!” It was the Scribbler. How could we have forgotten to destroy him?
    “Whoops!” said Hot Dog. “Looks like I might have sweetened things up just a little too soon!”
    “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” the Scribbler said, scribbling thick black lines around Hot Dog. “In fact, I’d say your timing was perfect!”

Chapter 11

Stinky Party Poopers
    It’s funny how one minute you think your planet is saved and you’re going to live happily ever after. Then the next minute your not-so-super superhero partner gets scribbled into a cage. Come to think of it, I guess it’s not really that funny after all.
    “Run!” Hot Dog yelled. “Save yourselves while you still can!”
    “
Psst!
Bob,” Clementine