You are a recent recruit to The Oscar Mayer Wieners, the newly-formed crack cheerleading squad preparing to represent The Company. Your long-time fondness for wieners eventually paid off, and got you noticed. Last month, you were contacted by agents of the Company, telling you that your chance had come, to help Oscar Mayer achieve its goals in spreading Wienerdom to the world. And now, it's time to get together.
You aren't in on all of the details, but you know enough. On Monday -- less than 72 hours from now -- Oscar Mayer plans on filming its next big advertisement. For the first time in decades, they are preparing a new campaign, one which will teach the world how truly central the hot dog is to their poor, wretched lives. Your group has been created to dream up the new Oscar Mayer tune, which will be the centerpiece of that campaign. Your devotion to The Dog will see you through. You're being gathered here, in the shadow of the great Wonder Bread factory, home of the buns without which the hot dog would be incomplete, to lay your plans.
But the timetable is tight. You all need to come up with a truly compelling jingle and routine by Monday morning, or all could be lost. The world's last, best hope for culinary salvation is in jeopardy, and it is your responsibility to see it become a success. You were told to meet here at this gathering, but you don't know the rest of the recruits. You just know the head of the group, Mistress Whited, and the Secret Passphrase.
Not that the task will necessarily be simple even if you can manage to find the rest of the group. Through the Wiener fandom newsgroup on the Net (alt.fan.wiener), you've been hearing increasingly persistent rumors about an evil underground group, dedicated to the downfall of The One True Foodstuff. They simply call themselves the Anti-Wieners, apparently have a fanatical attachment to hamburgers (ick), and it's dead certain that, if they have heard about the training session this weekend, they will attempt to disrupt it. No one really knows much about them, except that they are apparently some sort of religious fanatics, and have been interfering with The Company's operations increasingly over the past year.
According to the word on the Net, the big planning session and rehearsal will be Saturday Night, under cover of Any Port in a Storm, the Con-Chair's party; the plan is to perform sometime during the party, and gauge the public reaction, so that you have a chance to polish and tweak before shooting on Monday. You can only hope that the death of that Con-Chair won't interfere too heavily with the party, or things could get really confused. For now, you're going to be optimistic, and assume that the party, and the gathering of the Dogs, will still come off. In the meantime, you've begun dreaming up possible jingles. Just imagine how proud you would be, if you wrote the new tune that propelled The Company to greatness...