Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume LXXIII

One perfect midsummer day Mogey and Smush were at the beach building a sandcastle. They were just perfecting the northeastern battlements when Smush spotted a shadowy figure down the beach a ways.

"Avast Mogey," Smush said. "Do you see that boy?" Mogey glanced quickly in the direction Smush was pointing and nodded his head yes. "Good Heavens, man!" Smush whispered sharply, grabbing Mogey by the cheeks. "Do you not realize who the child is?"

"Naw?" Mogey tried to answer. He found it rather difficult to talk with Smush pulling on his cheeks as he was.

"That boy is Herbie von Cluck, the youngest member of the Templeton Brutes. They're the most ruthless skim-boarding gang around these parts," Smush told him. "And he's coming this way."

Sure enough, Herbie von Cluck strode down the sandbar until he reached Mogey and Smush's castle. He cast a shrewd 6-year-old eye at their handiwork.

"I claim this castle in the name of the Templeton Brutes!" the little toe-head shouted, slamming a foot down on their bell tower. Mogey and Smush nodded obsequiously.

"Yes, sir," they chorused fearfully. "Anything you want, sir."

"And get me an italian ice!" Herbie von Cluck said with an evil grin. "Tutti frutti. With three of those little wooden spoons!"

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