The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume XXVII

One damp spring afternoon Mogey and Smush were luncheoning on tinned tomatoes and cold beef tongue when Mogey spoke up.

"Smush," he said, "if someone wrote a book about our lives what do you think it would be called?"

"I'm not sure," Smush said, thoughtfully chewing a particularly dimpled piece of tongue. "How about Mogey & Smush: Wired for Destruction!"

"No," said Mogey, "it would be called Miracle at Barnaby Manor."