Plan Sausage Fest is Go!

Halloween night. Gerard was home alone, passing out candy when a grown man appeared on his doorstep, dressed as a hotdog.

"Frank, what the hell are you doing...?" Gerard asked, looking his friend up and down.

"Come on, Gee, we're going hot-dogging!" 

"We're what now?"

Frank responded by producing another hotdog suit from behind his back. He wiggled the costume in Gerard's face, smiling like a dumbass, "Come on."

Gerard shrugged and took the suit.

Frank squealed with glee and shouted behind him, " HE'S IN! PLAN SAUSAGE FEST IS GO!"

Mikey, Ray and Bob appeared from behind Frank's van, along with all of Panic! At the Disco and Fall Out Boy.

Every one of them...

Dressed as hotdogs.

Gerard facepalmed, "Could you at least have called it something a little less gay?"

"Never you mind the name, go get in the wiener suit!" Mikey squawked, shoving Gerard up the stairs into the bathroom.

Soon after all 12 of them were piled in the van with Frank at the wheel.

"Where the hell are we going?" Gerard asked, leaning over Frank's shoulder to see out the window.

Frank swatted him away and turned down a side street, "You'll see."

After nearly 25 minutes of swerving around, they finally pulled up at the back door of a massive warehouse.

The lot of them filed out of the the van and into the building.

Gerard let himself be led down the dim hallways of the building, "Guys, what is this? Where are we going?"

Andy cupped Gerard's face and looked deep into his eyes, "Keep quiet, wiener man."

Gerard was about to comment on the fact that Andy was in fact, also dressed as a hotdog, but Dallon came up behind him and shoved him though a door into a pitch black room.

"Is this... A stage?" Gerard asked, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Joe shushed him and bonked him in the head with a mic.

Brendon smirked and pointed to Ray, who began to stum out some chords on his guitar.

"Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own," Patrick sang enthusiastically into his mic and also Gerard's face.

"If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes? Cause I spent the night dancing, I'm drunk, I suppose. If it looks like I'm laughing, I'm really just asking to leave."

The house lights flicked on to reveal an audience of 20,000 people, jumping excitedly and shouting lyrics.

An audience of 20,000...

Dressed as hotdogs.