The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXVIII

One dark evening Mogey and Smush returned home from a hard day's work at the cider mill to see their house being burgled. They would have been angry, except that it wasn't being burgled very well. It appeared that the burglar was trying to smuggle various items out of the house through the chimney, a task that proved difficult since the chimney was old and sooty, and the burglar was a man of rather large proportions. So far the only loot he'd managed to accumulate was an old croquet mallet and a garlic press that smelled of garlic. Presently, the burglar was submerged up to his waste in the chimney, his feet kicking in the air as he attempted to worm his way back down.

"Hey! Burglar!" Smush yelled, dislodging the axe from the chopping block. "Cut that out!"

The burglar popped out of the chimney like a cork pops out of a flat bottle of champagne, that is to say, with great difficulty.

"AAAYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" the burglar screamed when he finally emerged. He half-leapt, half-fell from the roof (the way someone who can't see how far his feet are from the edge does), landing face first in the rubbish pile with a loud SPLAT, and waddled off into the forest as fast as his award-winning-pumpkin-sized legs could carry him.