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The episode starts with a view of ZeFronk's doghouse, before seguing into his kitchen.
"Bonjour, everyone! Hello, and welcome to another delicious episode of Tasty Time with ZeFronk!"
A pink bird flies around the room, before landing on ZeFronk's kitchen table. She lets out a chirp.
"And this songbird is my helper, Sue," explains ZeFronk.
Suddenly, ZeFronk hears a knock at the door. This causes his left ear to perk up.
"Who could that be?" wonders the dachshund.
Upon opening the door, he sees a familiar face.
"Hiya, Frankie!" says Dom, waving his paw.
"No, no, no. You are not sneaking any snacks today!"
"Can't I just have a little taste?" asks Dom.
"Not a single crumb!" shouts ZeFronk, as he slams the door.
ZeFronk then speaks to the viewer. "If you see that silly cat again, let me know. Okay, it is time for our tasty treat of ze day."
Pulling it from under the table, he sifts through the pages looking for something to make.
"Now, let's take a look at my recipes..."
While ZeFronk is preoccupied with his cookbook, Dom appears in an open window, with a thermometer in the cat's mouth and having an ice pack on his head. He disappears seconds later.
"Hmm? Did you see Dom?" asks ZeFronk. After investigating, the dog shrugs and says "Wherever he is, he's not in ze window."
Unexpectedly, Dom enters ZeFronk's house once again.
"What did I tell you, you pesky kitty cat? Out of my kitchen! I need to think of today's tasty treat!"
Dom begins to moan. "Oh, Frankie. I don't feel so good."
"What is ze matter?"
"My throat's all scratchy, I feel clammy, my tummy hurts, and... and..." Dom sneezes.
"Gesundheit!" states ZeFronk, as he gives Dom some tissues. "You seem to be a little under ze weather."
"You said it, pal," replies Dom, blowing his nose in the tissue.
"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" asks ZeFronk.
"Well... maybe you can make me one of your snacks?"
ZeFronk mulls it over. "You can't fight a cold on an empty stomach."
"And I'm so hungry, I could cough up a hairball!"
Dom proceeds to let out a few fake coughs, as Sue rolls her eyes.
ZeFronk snaps his paw. "That's it! Oh, Dom, I could kiss you! But I don't want to get sick. Which reminds me!"
Returning to the kitchen counter, ZeFronk approaches the sink as Sue dispenses two dollops of soap.
While both are washing their hands, ZeFronk sings the following:
We wash our hands, to make them neat
Before we fix our tasty treat!
ZeFronk uses a towel to dry his paws, with Sue turning off the sink.
"I have just ze thing to help you fight that nasty cold of yours: ZeFronk's very own oatmeal bites!"
From his cookbook, ZeFronk shows the viewer circular servings of oatmeal.
"Those look too crunchy," opines Dom.
"Don't worry, my chum! It's soft, chewy goodness! Here's what we'll need to make it..."
An array of ingredients appear on ZeFronk's table.
"A bowl of oats, a jar of honey, a little cinnamon, and..."
ZeFronk unveils the last ingredient.
"Our fruit of ze day, apples! After all, an apple a day keeps ze germs at bay."
"How's about a little taste test?" asks Dom, about to grab the jar of honey.
"Ah, ah, ah! You're much too sick to touch ze ingredients!"
"Rats!" exclaims Dom, as he sits down on the ground.
"Okay, let's begin. Ze first thing you need to do is pour oats into ze bowl," explains ZeFronk, doing just that in a blue bowl. "After all, without oats, it's just a meal!"
Dom lets out a chuckle, before turning into faux coughing. ZeFronk then places an apple on the table.
"Next, ask a grown-up helper to cut ze apple with a knife. Hold on to ze handle, you don't want to get a boo-boo." The dog demonstrates by slowly but surely cutting the peeled apple into pieces.
Once ZeFronk puts apple slices inside the bowl, he opens a jar of honey. Sue is holding a tablespoon with her beak, using it while ZeFronk speaks.
"Put in four spoonfuls of honey from the jar. Not only is it sweet, but sticky enough to keep ze food together!"
"Oh, Frankie. I hope you're almost done, I feel like I'm getting sicker by the minute," states a weary Dom, fanning himself with his paw.
"Fear not, my sick kitty cat. All we need now is a little bit of cinnamon. Ze spice so nice, it's used in all kinds of dishes around ze world!"
ZeFronk drops one spoonful of cinnamon with the other ingredients. He continues using the spoon, mixing all the ingredients in the bowl.
"Be ready to cause quite ze stir! Keep mixing back and forth until everything sticks together."
The oatmeal, apple, honey, and cinnamon have now formed an appearance similar to the one found in ZeFronk's cookbook.
"Finally, my favorite part: rolling ze oatmeal bites! Just use your paws -- er, hands -- until they become circles!"
ZeFronk continues to mold oatmeal bites while talking. "You and a grown up can do this at home, too! It's so simple! Just pour, stir, roll, woo! Pour, stir, roll, hey!"
He does this multiple times until all of them are in the shape of balls, before placing the oatmeal bites inside a Tupperware esque box.
"Make sure to use an airtight container to keep ze oatmeal bites fresh. Place them in ze fridge, and wait until they're formed!"
"But I don't think I can wait that long," complains Dom.
"Try a little patience, Dom."
"I am a patient! One who needs your special snacks!" exclaims Dom, letting out a sneeze afterward.
In a fast forward, the oatmeal bites are taken out of the fridge and are now ready to be eaten.
"Get well soon, my silly cat," states a sincere ZeFronk.
Dom devours one oatmeal bite, before smiling. "Hey, this stuff tastes great! I should be able to beat my cold in no time!"
"I'm glad I could help."
The cat throws his ice pack and thermometer off screen.
"Well, what do you know? I'm not sick anymore!"
He proceeds to swipe all of the oatmeal bites. "Say, Frankie. Mind if I have the rest of these?"
"I thought you were sick!" states a shocked ZeFronk.
"My stomach was upset. I was hungry!" Dom proceeds to swallow the last oatmeal bite. "But now I'm full."
"And now I'm upset, you silly cat! Out of my kitchen!"
ZeFronk begins to chase Dom, as he barks at the meowing cat. Sue flies towards the screen, as it irises out.