Did these guys sell their souls to the Devil, or something? At some point, did this band of brothers sit down with the Big Dude from downstairs and sign a contract in blood? In exchange for their Disney Channel success, their musicianship, and their artfully touseled hair, they had to agree to star in a movie about a flatulent dog. More importantly, what did the dog who will eventually play the titular role do to deserve this fate? 20th Century Fox hopes to get a franchise out of this, which means potentially many movies for the portly pooch. Are they going to give him a little doggie fat suit? Digitally alter his physique? Feed him bacon and cheese until his veins flow with congealed grease? (Which I think is how Russell Crowe did it.) Maybe if that chihuahua from Beverly Hills starts pigging out now, he'll be in shape by the time shooting starts.