Stick Dog Wants a Hot Dog Read Online Free

want to convince us that we’re wrong. He’ll want to convince us that frankfurters are so much better. And to do that, he’ll dish out frankfurters to us by the dozen! We’ll be eating frankfurters for hours.”

    â€œPoo-Poo?”
    â€œYou don’t have to say it, Stick Dog,” said Poo-Poo proudly. “I know it’s a great plan. You don’t have to congratulate me or anything.”
    â€œWe don’t have any hamburgers,” said Stick Dog. “And if we did have hamburgers, we wouldn’t really be worried about getting frankfurters. You know what I mean? And his name is Peter, not Piddly-Pants.”
    Poo-Poo looked a little sad—and a little disappointed—when Stick Dog pointed out this flaw in his plan. Stick Dog saw this and added, “You know, Poo-Poo, that’s a really sophisticated plan you came up with. Using the hamburgers as a way to stir the jealousy instincts in a human has probably never been considered before. You are, no doubt, the only creature on the planet who could come up with it.”
    Poo-Poo lifted his head. A smile had returned to his face. “I am quite unique, aren’t I?”
    â€œWithout question,” answered Stick Dog, and then he turned to the others. “Well, does anybody have any other ideas?”
    â€œI do,” said Stripes. “I do indeed.”
    Stick Dog inhaled a great big breath and asked, “What is it?”
    Stripes smirked a little bit, smiling from one corner of her mouth. She was obviously very pleased with herself. “The first thing we need,” said Stripes, “is a helicopter. Then . . .”
    â€œStop right there,” said Stick Dog.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œWhere are we going to get a helicopter?”
    When Stripes looked at Stick Dog, you could tell she thought Stick Dog wasn’t very bright at all. “The helicopter store. Where else?”

    â€œThere’s no such place as a helicopter store,” sighed Stick Dog.
    But by this time, Stripes was already chattering ahead with her plan. “We take the helicopter. And we fly it over to Patsy Puffenstuff over there.”
    â€œHis name’s Peter.”
    â€œWhatever,” said Stripes. “We hover the helicopter over the frankfurter cart. Then a couple of us get lowered down on a rope ladder from the open door of the helicopter. While Patsy Puffenstuff is getting totally blown away by the wind from the helicopter blades, we snatch all the frankfurters we can grab. One of us pulls the others back up; we land the helicopter by Stick Dog’s house and have the feast of a lifetime.”

    Mutt, Karen, and Poo-Poo were all nodding along in agreement with Stripes. And the more Stripes got excited, the more the three of them got excited too. By the time Stripes had provided the final details of her plan, she was jumping up and down in place.
    She yelled, “Off to the helicopter store! Follow me!”
    Poo-Poo, Mutt, and Karen wheeled around to take off after her.
    â€œStop,” said Stick Dog calmly. “Where are you going?”
    â€œThe helicopter store,” answered Mutt, skidding to a stop just after he had taken a few quick steps. The other dogs stopped too.
    â€œThere’s no such thing,” said Stick Dog.
    â€œSure there is,” said Mutt, but he was starting to sound a little doubtful. He knew that Stick Dog was usually right about such things.
    â€œWhere is it?”
    â€œWell,” said Mutt, and then he paused for a moment. “I’m not positive. But Stripes knows. Yeah, that’s it! Stripes knows! We’re all following Stripes.”
    â€œWhat the heck, let’s say there is such a thing as a helicopter store,” said Stick Dog. “Can you tell me where it is, Stripes? Where is it that you are running off to just now?”
    â€œI’m . . . not . . . sure,” answered Stripes, then she gained her