"Smush," Mogey said one winter's day, "you ever think that maybe we should start a band?"
Smush left off the cinnamon buns he was making and flung his arms up, showering Mogey and much of the kitchen with flour.
"How can you say that?" he demanded. "When we already have a band!"
"What is this madness?" Mogey said. "We aren't in any band."
"Well then I suppose the Mogey and Smush Fife and Accordian Magic Machine Experience is just a figment of my imagination?" Smush asked.
"Wasn't that just the two of us marching around town with a slide whistle and a sleeve of oreos?" Mogey replied. "Although it's true we were mighty popular with the ladies..."
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