While Marcel was knocked out coming back to reality he started dreaming he was a hot-dog not just any hot-dog but a super hot-dog with a cape and all with mustard gas farts and sauerkraut nets. Marcel was flying all around stopping crime till he came across a giant robot truck monster that had rolled him up in his cape and tossed condiments on him and begin eating him. Marcel work up screaming looking around he was out from under his truck and his back felt wet as the touched it and drew it back there was mustard, blood, dirt and leaves on his finger. His eyes went wide as he scooted away from his truck to the opposite hill looking at his truck like it was a monster.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of sitting there and getting the irrational fear that his truck tried to eat him Marcel stood up and tried to think of that happened and why there is mustard on him and where Dukey is. Marcel figured the dirt, blood and leaves are from the truck dragging him down the hill muttering to himself "But where did the mustard come from?" Walking back to his truck Marcel looked at the ground and there was a giant smear of mustard and blood dirt and leaves. but towards the end looked to be an arrow that was partially smudged. Only one word came to his lips "Dukey... " He shook his head smiled and started limping towards the direction the smudged arrow pointed wincing in pain every couple of steps or so. "Cotton pickin' blasted luck.. I swear what is goin' on here I ain't never had this many issues in all mua life"<br/><br/>Marcel noticed that as he was walking he was on the Klutz property. He nodded to himself and muttered "So that explains everything.... klutz" before he started to laugh than wincing and saying  owe  over and over again.