Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume LXXXV

One darkening autumn afternoon, Mogey and Smush were cleaning their pistols when there was a loud knock at the door. They opened it to find a man of generous proportions wearing a greasy top hat and galoshes was standing on their front steps.

"Evening, gentlemen," the man said, whipping off his top hat and giving a theatrical bow. "The name's Oil McToots, lamp technician, at your service."

Mogey and Smush exchanged bewildered looks. They'd been afforded an unobstructed view of the top of Oil McToots's head when he took off his hat, and the sight had not been pretty.

"I'm afraid we don't have any lamps that need filling, Master McToots," Mogey said, his gaze drifting inexorably to the lamp technician's top hat.

"Oh that's quite alright," Oil McToots replied. "I don't find there's much call for old-timey lamp fuel these days."

"May I ask you a question, McToots?" Smush said. "How in the world does one end up with a set of toes on the top of his head?"

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