Like a fever dream... A giant hot dog appeared and the children were mesmerized. Then the giant hot disappeared into the glare of the setting sun. Maybe he went to go hector motorists, or maybe he was merely a figment of a voracious appetite for a larger than life figure. As he went, Dakota cried out, "bye, giant hot dog. You still look tasty!"
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
