The police arrive to ask why Frankenstein Junior has been stealing . . . hot dog stands. Yes, hot dog stands. Picks 'em up and flies them away for reasons unknown. That'll get the coppers on your tail: A) steal hot-dogs, and B) be a giant robot made in the image of History's Greatest Monster. (After Carter.) My Dennis The Menace theories are given weight: here we see Mr. Wilson, defrosted after a century of cryogenic sleep, crankier than usual. Wouldn't you be cranky if your mustache appeared to grow out of the side of your nose?