[mysterious jazz]
♪ ♪
[upbeat rock music]
- Ah! Ahhh!
- I'm working on a new trick, Dad.
I call it Vertigo
because it makes the person watching me super dizzy.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Whoa! [grunts]
- That made me worried more than dizzy.
But you'll get there.
- Hey, hey. Nice moves, Ronnie Anne.
Let me guess: two dogs, dragged through the garden?
- Yep. Thanks, Bruno.
- No charge. Just vote for me
at the Great Lakes City hot dog contest tomorrow!
Winner gets two tickets to Vienna
for a sausage tasting tour.
It's my dream trip!
- No hot dogs for me.
I'm a judge and I must not allow myself to be influenced.
[mysterious music]
Uh... [sniffs]
But it smells...so good.
Be strong, Arturo.
[sighs] - [chomps]
Yeah. You're definitely gonna win.
- Of course he will.
Bruno's hot dogs are the best in the city.
We'll take the usual, please.
- Three dogs with bad breath.
[muffled breathing]
- Mm.
[all sigh]
- [grunting]
Ahh...
- Bruno, you put way too much relish on my hot dog.
I demand a refund.
- Sorry, Maybelle.
After the second bite, you own it.
- You'll hear from my lawyer.
[grunts]
- Ahh...
- Dad, remember you're a judge.
- Fine.
Hasta mañana, Bruno!
- [screaming]
[lively music]
[car horn honks]
- I call it...Vertigo.
Whoa-whoa-whoa-ah! [grunts]
- I call it a fail.
- [growls] - Hey, kids.
You haven't seen my hot dog cart around here, have ya?
It's got four wheels, an umbrella,
smells like hot dogs.
- No. - I didn't do it.
- What happened? - [sighs]
- Ronnie Anne,
after you and your dad left yesterday,
I took my afternoon bathroom break,
and when I got back, it was gone.
[all gasp]
- Bruno, Where yous been? We need our usual.
- There's no more usual, Vito.
Looks like my cart's been stolen.
- No hot dogs? [bell ringing]
No! [dogs howling]
[all sobbing]
- 'Fraid so.
Now I can't compete in the contest.
Guess I'll never make it to Vienna now.
- Tough break, Bruno. [dogs whimpering]
We'll get through this together.
[sobbing]
No more hot dog.
- That's so sad.
- We have to help him find his cart.
- [gasps]
[mysterious music]
Sounds like a job for...
Detective Carl.
Step into my office.
[yelping, grunts]
Ouch.
[sultry jazz music]
First things first,
we'll need to determine who was in the park
when the cart went missing.
- I saw Laird, Maybelle, Vito, and Abuelo.
- Ronnie Anne! I'm the detective.
[clears throat] As I was about to say,
the suspects are Laird, Maybelle,
Vito, and Abuelo.
- Maybelle did seem really upset.
- [squawks] My money's on Hector.
- We'll have to question everyone.
- Ronnie Anne! That's my line.
[grunts]
A little help please.
Where were you yesterday at approximately 4:00 p.m.?
Hm? Stealing a hot dog cart?
- I didn't do it!
I got stuck in a tree while I was flying my kite.
Look, someone even recorded it and posted it online.
[yelling, grunts]
- [grunts] - Ooh, that's gonna go viral.
- I was down the street
at Cheezy's Pizza returning a slice.
There was too much cheese.
- Likely story. CJ?
- [chomps]
Her story checks out.
[dogs whimpering] - Oh, jeez.
I don't know what I'll do without those hot dogs!
[all sobbing]
- Yeah, yeah, all right. You're clear.
Get out of here.
- Bruno's hot dog cart?
How should I know? I was napping.
Hoo!
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I mean, it's not me. I didn't do it!
[farts] Sorry.
I get gassy when I'm nervous.
- Smells to me like you're lying.
If you are, you're gonna regret it.
- [yelps, farts]
- Laird, Maybelle, and Vito seem to be innocent.
- That leaves Abuelo.
He's definitely hiding something, but what?
- [humming]
- [squawks] Thanks for the snack.
- Hey. That's my hot dog.
- Bobby, where'd you get that dog?
- It's a mercado dog.
Abuelo's been perfecting his recipe
for the hot dog competition.
[squeals, grunts]
- Abuelo's competing too?
- Maybe he got rid of Bruno
to eliminate the competition.
- Or he got rid of Bruno
to eliminate the competition.
- How can we be sure?
- We'll have to find proof.
- Or...
Ah, come on!
- [humming]
[farts] Oh.
- Ha!
♪ ♪
[beeping]
Ugh.
- [snoring]
- [squawks]
- [snoring continues]
♪ ♪
- Hmm. Oh!
♪ ♪
- Huh?
Carlota, is that from yesterday?
- Yeah, I'm making a new vlog post
on fashion trends at the park.
- But I didn't see you there.
- One of the trends is camouflage.
- [screaming]
- This is right before Bruno's hot dog cart went missing.
[all gasp]
Carlota, can you zoom in on Bruno's cart?
We're trying to bust Abuelo.
- Okay...
[mysterious music]
[beeps]
- [whistling]
- [gasps] There's Abuelo!
- [chomps]
[all gasp]
- Abuelo took a hot dog!
That's why he was acting guilty.
- But he didn't take the cart.
- Then who did? - Look!
[all gasp]
- How did I not see a guy dressed as a hot dog?
Love the pickle shoes.
- We find that hot dog, we find Bruno's cart.
Let's go!
- Uh, my computer?
[lively music]
[car horns honking]
- Has anyone seen this hot dog?
[mysterious music]
♪ ♪
- Look. A pickle shoe.
That's what the hot dog wore.
- [squawks] Follow that bird.
- Fork it over, Sancho.
That shoe is a clue in our investigation.
- [cooing defensively]
- Would this bag of chips change your mind?
- [cooing happily]
- Great work, Carl. Lalo, can you track the scent?
- [sniffing, grunts]
- He's got it.
- [imitates radio static]
We got a 4-5-9er, Delta Omega Baby Shrimp Bubble Butt.
[imitates radio static] Over.
- Who are you talking to? - Sorry.
That's classified information.
- Hi ho, Lalo. [steam ship horn blaring]
Away!
[lively music]
- [belches]
[dramatic music]
- We know you're in there, hot dog.
- Look. Bruno's cart.
- And there's the hot dog.
- Follow that wiener!
♪ ♪
- [squawks] There's no escape.
[squawks] Ow, I can't see.
[squawks, grunts]
♪ ♪
all: Whoa! [all grunt]
- [gasps] He's getting away!
- Not if I can help it.
[grunts]
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!
- Vertigo. - It's working!
- It's beautiful.
- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa- whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
- [moaning, grunts]
- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
- This hot dog's cooked.
[dramatic music]
- Oof.
all: Vito?
- Oh, yeah. I knew it all along.
- Why Vito? You're Bruno's best customer.
You love his hot dogs more than anything.
- That's why I did it.
If Bruno wins and goes to Vienna,
I'll have to go a whole month without his hot dogs.
- But you're crushing Bruno's dream.
- I know. I know.
I was wrong. I came back to get the cart.
I was gonna return it. I hope I'm not too late.
- The contest starts in five minutes!
- We can still make it. Let's go.
[lively music]
- [chews, swallows]
Thank you for your-- [belches]
famous burp dog.
Next, we have Hector's mercado dog.
Beautiful color. The buns are warm and fluffy.
Now for the taste.
[chomping]
Hm. [clangs]
Fantastico. [laughs]
Eight out of ten. - [gasps]
[growling]
- Did I say eight? I meant nine.
- Who made this bobo a judge?
- Well, if there are no more hot dogs to taste,
I'll announce the results.
And the winner is...
- Wait!
- Did somebody order a hot dog?
- My cart! You found it.
- Whoa.
Man, I should cut down on hot dogs.
- Drag one through the garden, Bruno.
[lively music]
♪ ♪
- Mwah.
[dings]
- Our final contestant, Bruno!
I love what you did with the toppings.
[chomping]
Delicioso!
A perfect 10!
Bruno wins!
[all cheering]
- I can't believe it.
My dreams have come true.
And it's all because of my dear friends.
Thank you, kids.
- I owe you for a hot dog.
- Bruno, I took the cart.
I didn't want to live without your hot dogs
for a whole month.
I'm sorry. Go to Vienna.
I'll survive on Hector's eight out of ten hot dogs.
- It was a nine!
- Uh, Vito, buddy, you shouldn't have done that,
but you know I'd never leave you hangin'.
I was gonna bring you to Vienna the whole time!
- Are yous kidding me?
Unbelievable, this guy. Come here, you.
- [squawks] I'll carry your bags.
- Good work, guys. Case closed.
- Ronnie Anne! That's my line!
[camera shutter clicks]