The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXX

One day Mogey and Smush were flying paper airplanes from the roof of Ms. Murdock's finishing school. The girl that Smush fancied, Dolores Maye Lunderson, was a student at the school, and the woman Mogey fancied, Ms. Murdock, was the proprietor.

Mogey and Smush been gotten into trouble a few times for trying to send notes to their ladyloves: once when Smush had thrown a rather large rock with a love letter written on it through the window of Dolores Maye's class, and again when Mogey had hidden balled up poems inside each and every meatball of the meatball sub Ms. Murdock ordered for lunch. So they were reduced to sneaking on top of the building and attempting to sail notes through the windows on paper airplanes.

"Watch this one, Mogey," Smush said. "This one's going right through Dolores Maye's window to be sure." He launched the airship covered in heartfelt writing off the side of the roof and it sailed down, curling back toward the building, towards the classroom window, and landing right inside the incinerator where it burst into flames with a loud pop. It's a little known fact that every good finishing school has an extremely powerful incinerator out back (mainly for used doilies).

"Too bad, Smush," Mogey said. "But I think this one's got the distance." Mogey loosed another airplane, but they never got to see whether or not it had the distance, because at that moment, the roof door banged open and out stomped Ms. Murdock in a rare fury.

"Mogey and Smush!" she shouted. "Get off of my school!" Her glasses fogged over with anger and her belly shook with wrath as she wagged a rolling pin at them.

"But my dearest Ms. Murdock!" Mogey shouted. "Why must you torment me so? If you won't be with me, how can I go on?"

But Ms. Murdock didn't seem to care. She picked up Mogey by the scruff of his neck and tossed him two stories down into the leaf pile. Smush didn't need to be told twice: he leapt from the roof and fell into the leaves next to his pal.

"Don't worry, Mogey," Smush said as they lay in the leaves. "You'll win her one day. At least she didn't throw you into the nettle thicket this time."