The light sensor he set up outside his cabin lit up at 3AM waking Carl up. He wondered how he even got home he rode off into the night and nearly smashed into his cabin. But what had triggered the lights to go off? Was it a bear? He couldn't go back to sleep he had to know the creature that broached his pass. He climbed out of his kingly bed and put on panda fur slippers. He grabbed his bag which had everything he might need for whatever beast lay before his cabin. He looked out the window and saw there was a package left for him in the night,

"Daddy like" He said while grabbing the box out of the snow.

He opened the box and it was a bunch of things he left at his ex-wives house he had some criminals take while they where sleeping. Among the treasures was a little black book filled with the movers and shakers of the restaurant game from all over the world. He was going to get his shit together.

He decided to pack his shit he was going over to the nappa valley to guy fieri's ranch. There is a hot rod hot dog cookout in wine-country and if you are a somebody you will be there. Private jetride he wakes up as he is flying over the masses. He sees a text message from opie and it reads "keep your head up buddy". Carl was a little thrown out of wack from his divorce. Oh marie she always wanted more MORE MORE MORE.

"Calm down carl" said his personal executive assistant. Apparently he was screaming the word "MORE"

He gave her the house and the restaurant and he is trying to make a podcast work under a limbo pole of bias. He had to be in the mode for the hod dog hot rod festival so he started drinking whiskey like a motherfucker. He imagines the symphony and has the pilot play some classical music to get into the mood. As he got to the ranch guy hugs him. Guy explained that all the shit he lost in his divorce was "luxury tax".

The hot dog festival was such a hit there where horses running like in the movies. They ran as the hot rods revved their engines. people where coming out of their houses to see the meeting of the super chefs. carl took a selfie while revving the engine of a hot rod grill he was cooking hotdogs on. There was a lot of guys with similar hair to guy's it was almost like the super saying chefs thought carl as he cooked hundreds of hot dogs.

There was a cutie that looked like jessica simpson and carl revved up the grill for this smokeshow. "You want a hot dog sweetie?" "Keep them coming you make them so good. " she said. "What time does this end?" she said in a flirtatious manner Carl looked at his expensive watch and stared at the girl in a hard to get manner "Hot dog time never ends" He hated to see her go but he loved to watch her leave.

After the hot dog summit they all went back to their rooms for the night. Carl saw the good day he had and laughed at his problems back east. He did worry though that opie was going to ruin his chance to be a celebrated personality. All of the pillows at the ranch where memory foam custom made in the shape of Guy's hair.

At the end of the day its luxury tax. Thats the price you got to pay to be a big dog.