The Hot Dog Baddie was not cooked, she was unleashed. She strutted out of a broken vending machine in 2009 wearing pink boots and never looked back. Her bun is permanent couture, her mustard is mood dependent, and her sunglasses are welded to her face.
She owns SillyGoofyLand's most dangerous nightclub, Club Bunz, where ketchup shots are free until 10 p.m. Patrons describe the place as "illegal, but delicious." The fire department describes it as "a recurring problem."
The Hot Dog Baddie has beef with corn dogs, feuds with bratwursts, and once banished a hamburger from town for "having too much confidence." At parties, she doesn't mingle, she sizzles. At trials, she pleads "grilled." If you ask for relish, she will end you.