[At Pickles' diner, she skates out of the front door, wiping and setting the tables.]
Pickles: Let's put a spin on it, Hot Dog! The customers will be here any minute and we wanna be ready. [skates across the grass to another table.] Keep 'em coming. Nice job, Hot Dog! Now, all we need is Crumbs to deliver dessert. I wonder what's keeping her.
Hot Dog: [sets the buns on plates.]
Pickles: Meanwhile, let's start making pickle burger patties to beat the lunchtime rush. [puts the jar of pickles and the bowl on the counter.] I'll just chop up these pickles.
Hot Dog: [uses one of its wheels to chop up the pickle.]
Pickles: [bell rings.] Oh good! Crumbs is here with the... [runs up to the window with Hot Dog] Oh, hi, Rosy! I thought you were Crumbs. You haven't seen her anywhere, have you?
Rosy: That's why I'm here. Crumbs twisted her wrist and couldn't bake anything today.
Pickles: Oh, no! Is she going to be okay?
Rosy: Don't worry! I'm taking good care of her and she'll be good as new, but she asked me to give you this.
Pickles: It's Crumbs' apple pie recipe!
Rosy: Crumbs was hoping you could bake it yourself, just for today.
Pickles: Of course, I can! Piece of cake! ...Er, pie. [chuckles.] Thanks, Rosy!
Rosy: I'd better check on Crumbs now. But we'll be back later for some pickle burgers and apple pie! [runs off with Bear.]
Pickles: [goes into the kitchen with Hot Dog.]
TBC