It was the Fourth of July. Frankfurt was using what he thought was a tanning bed, but, was actually a grill. Before he could realize that he was in danger, someone had picked him up and put him on a bun. He thought he was resting on a bed. When the person picked him up, he realized, it was not a person, but a zombie! He didn't panic at first, knowing that zombies only feast on brains, and he in fact did not have one. All of a sudden, he remembered the box he came from. The description on the back said "Special Kosher hot dogs, now made out of real brains. You and your zombie family will love it!" Before he could escape, the zombie took a bite out of him and he instantly became a zombie. Now he roams the streets, exiled from his community of normal hot dogs, forced to live a life of zombification.