Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he spotted the green peekle symbol in the sky. "Holy Dill! Quick Moeser to the Picklemobile!" He screamed, jumping out of his chair and running to change into his secret identity, Peekleman, with Moe following close behind, trying to bite him.

Meanwhile in Kosherdom City...

"Give me all your weinersh!" the evil villian shouted at the hot dog vendor while blinding him with his Donny Osmond teeth. "I'm going to take over thish whole "Oshcar Maier Feshtival, HaHaHa!"

Back at Ricky's house, where he'd invited the NA guys over for one final get together...

"Ricky you little shithead! What are you doing in there!" Danny shouted, pounding on the bathroom door. "Get the hell out before I come in there and kick your ass! Come to think of it, I'm gonna do that anyways"

"Alright, hold on Danny! Just stop yellin at me" Ricky yelled, crying.

"Yeah well when you get out, all three of us are going give you a beating!" Danny added.

Slowly Ricky opened the door and out he stepped out wearing a shiny green leotard and a pickle suit.

"What the hell are you supposed to be? The Jolly Green Midget on crack?" Eric demanded as Ricky exited the bathroom.

"No" Ricky sobbed, "Why are you guys so mean to me? "I'm Peekleman and I'm the protector of Kosherdom City!"

"Whatever, just get the hell out of my way, be a fairy on your own time not mine!" Danny said, shoving Ricky out of the way and tripping him.

Ricky hit the floor with a thud.

Eric and Tommy stepped on him, laughing, as they headed to the kitchen for 40's. Moe bit him in the leg and then shit on him.

"Come on Moe, we need to go see the Mayor" Ricky said, picking himself off the floor, and scooping the pig (who was also in a shiny green tutu) into his arms.

Ricky headed outside and jumped on his lime green dirt bike, Moe was placed into the adjoining sidecar and they took off towards the center of town. Upon reaching City Hall, Ricky asked Mayor Frankfurter to explain the situation.

"Well," the mayor began, "there seems to be a problem at the Oscar Maier Festival. A mad man in a hot dog suit is stealing all the Weiners! We just aren't Kosherdom without our hot dogs, and the whole city will be in shambles. Peekleman, we need your help!"

"No problem baby!" Ricky cooed sexily at the mayor, pulling him into a hug. "I've got it taken care of baby."

With that he headed to the center of town, Moe with him as always.

He saw a vendor with an empty cart, and headed over him to get information. "What happened baby?" he asked the man.

"I'll tell you what happened Shitface! My business is ruined! A crazy lunatic dressed as a hot dog came up to me and took all me weiners. All he kept saying is weiners are evil, and a world without weiners is a better place. Then he threw all my hot dogs in his portable blender and tore them to shreds. After that, he dumped them into the sewer, hopped in his weinermobile, and drove off."

"Well what did he look like?" Ricky asked, his head cocked to the side curiously.

"I cannot begin to put into words his beastly appearance. But I can tell you one thing, he shounds like thish when he talksh. Lishping bashtard!"

Ricky knew immediately it was the evil Josh "Keaton" up to his weiner ways again and hopped on his dirtbike to go find the dawg.

As he drove further into the city, he saw a large commotion. He hopped off his bike, and grabbed Moe to see what was going on. He saw a large crowd, standing around Josh, who was holding a link of frankfurters.

"Don't tempt me. Don't make me do thish!" Josh stuttered wildly. "Where's a rechepticle? I need shome power to shake theshe babiesh up. The lasht weinersh in town, MWAHAHA!" As Josh looked around for a place to plug in his blender and rid the town of more weiners, Ricky got a plan.

He bit into his peekle for courage and walked up to the dawg.

"Don't do it baby, it's not worth it." he said.

"Shtep back Ricky! I'm a man on a misshion. I am Josh Keaton, bringing shorrow to hot dog vendorsh EVERYWHERE!"

"Ok, if you must. There's a plug right there." Ricky stated calmly, pointing to a nearby electrical outlet on a telephone pole.

The crowd gasped in shock, as their hero was helping the evil Weinerdog.

"SHCORE!" Josh yelled, heading over to the pole. "Before you know it, there won't be any weinersh and everyone will forget about my old shurname. Then I'll definitely be a sholo shuperstar!!!"

Moving his hand closer to the outlet, he didn't notice Moe hobble over and take a piss. Josh Weiner now stood in a puddle, centimeters away from plugging in his blender. "Onsche I rid Kosherdom of these lasht frankfurtersh, I have shuccheeded in making one more chity forget hot dogsh exisht!" He plugged in the blender, and was immediately electrocuted.

Josh passed out, and as the crowd applauded, Ricky threw him onto his dirt bike, and drove him to City Hall, where he was immediately thrown into jail.

"Ratsh. Foiled again." Josh stated when he came to an hour later. "Thish ish bushted. But I'll be back Peekleman! I'll busht out of thish joint shomeday."

As the guard served Josh his dinner of hot dog soup and weiner pie, Ricky and the Mayor laughed heartedly.

"Another day in the life of Peekleman, baby." Ricky said, "Justice is served, and we owe it ALL to my piggy!"

With that, he blew the dawg a kiss, got back on his dirt bike, and went back home.

He entered his house, changed out of his costume, and surveyed his surroundings. All three of his ex-bandmates were passed out in his living room, the floor littered with empty 40 bottles.

"Aww, it's almost like old times on the bus" Ricky thought, smiling at the drunken bodies around him. Moe looked up at him and shit on his feet. Ricky just smiled bigger as he spoke out loud, "Now it's EXACTLY like old times!" He picked up the pig, headed to his room, and went to sleep.

Just another day on the job for a superhero.