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[Door bell rings at the front of the Og Hous. Doobie answers the door and sees Health Inspector Rob.]

HI Rob: Well Wayne I made it, despite your directions. 

Doobie: Health Inspector Rob, cmon in. I hope you're ready for some cheap hot snacks. 

HI Rob: Yeah.

[Scene changes to the kitchen, smoke billowing from the cook top filling the kitchen]

Doobie: Oh, darn! My vent hood plum gave out!

[Doobie looks out the window and sees Ashmores down the road]

Doobie: But what if I were to buy some of Mr William Ash Mores dogs and disguise them as my own. Ohohoho roll tide Doob, roll tide.

[Doobie begins climbing out the window when HI Rob busts in the door]

Doobie: Ah-! 

[Cut to opening montage]

Theme Song: Doobie with his lame representations. The Health Inspector's gonna need his medication. When he hears Wayne's crazy price exaggerations there'll be trouble in Reform tonight!

HI Rob: Waaayne! 

[Cut back to the previous scene]

Doobie: Gah Health Inspector Rob! I was just lookimg out for those kids being taken into Subway. Who wants a cold sandwich when you can have a hot dog am I right? Care to join me? 

HI Rob: Why is that cook top smoking and sparking Wayne?

Doobie: Oh that's not smoke. Its steam, stream from the chilli I'm simmering down for our Chilli Dogs. Mmmmm chlli dogs. 

[HI Rob scowls and leaves the room] 

Doobie: Phew.

[Doobie climbs out the window and runs towards Ashmores]

[Cut to Doobie walking in to the dinner with two paper plates with some Slaw Dogs and a small number of fries on them]

Doobie: Health Inspector,  I hope you're ready for mouthwatering Slaw Dogs.

HI Rob: I though we were having Chilli Dogs.

Doobie: Dang no, I said Slaw Dogs.  We have all kinds of dogs here.

HI Rob: You have all kinds of dogs here?

Doobie: Yeah chilli dogs, slaw dogs, all kindsa dogs. 

HI Rob: Uhhuh. What about other food?

Doobie: Uhhh... we do specials.

HI Rob: Specials? I recall your internet advertising said combo meals.

Doobie: Oh no not combo meals anymore. It's those weirdo northern Froggers fault we took them off the menu.

HI Rob: I see. 

[They eat a few bites each]

HI Rob: You know these dogs are awfully cold.

Doobie: Thats because coleslaw is cold Rob. 

HI Rob: Is it now? 

Doobie: Yes.

HI Rob: And you say that despite the fact the whole drat thing is cold not just the slaw?

Doobie: Ye- Ya know, the uh. The thing is. Uh scuse me one sec.

HI Rob: Sure. 

[Doobie ducks into thr kitchen door with flames visible in the background.  He emerges skightly signed]

Doobie: Well that was great. God bless is all. But now its 2 o'clock and we're closed.

HI Rob: Yeaaaah I should be go- my god what is happening in there?

Doobie: Uhhh Tasha is baking a Rootbeer cake? 

HI Rob: A rootcake. At this time of year, at this part of the day, in the arse end of Bama, entirely for sale to the patrons of this empty bunker? 

Doobie: Yes.

HI Rob: May I speak to her?

Doobie: No.

[Cut to Doobie and HI Rob walking outside]

Waitress: Doob! Doob! The venthood fell down! 

Doobie: No girly it's just Tasha's cooking.

HI Rob: Well Wayne I must say: you are a weird guy. But you pile your fries high.

[Doobie hands HI Rob his bribe and HI Rob walks off. He looms back over his shoulder as the waitress screams for help. Doobie throws another wad of cash at him.]

[END SKETCH]