As you know, my good friend Hamburger Brown discovered a magical portal to an alternate universe the other day. He was getting some hotdogs from a mysterious hotdog factory meat locker. Long story short, he is now the reigning prince of Meatville.
As senior reporter for the Gold Coast Traveler, it is my duty to explore new lands. So, I got my bags packed in a hurry when HB invited me to visit the Meatville. After knocking on the mysterious meat locker door our secret knock, the door opened. Instead of row upon row of frosted weiners, we were met by a beautiful, hickory-smoked wonderland!
The skinny on Meatville is that everyone here is a meat. Or mostly meat. There are some corndogs, and a chili monster, and some noodles who are on student-exchange program from Carbtown (the land across the Gravy River from Meatville). Oh, and there are some owls here for some reason.
I’ve got four days here in Meatville. I’m going to learn the customs, meet the locals, and hopefully learn how to make a Chateaubriand.
