One day Mogey and Smush were down at the market selling home-grown potatoes when Mogey got into an altercation.
"Look, I don't care what your nickname is!" Mogey exclaimed. "I don't like the way you're looking at my taters."
"You don't understand," the man said. "You don't know who I am? I'm Barney 'The Nose' Banderbus, 498 and 0." It was plain to see why they called him "The Nose": Banderbus had one of the most exceptionally bulbous and hairy schnozzes Mogey and Smush had ever seen.
"So you fancy yourself a boxer?" Mogey taunted, dancing about. "Well, The Nose, you KNOWS nothing! You oggle my tators once more and you'll be 498 and 1 before you can say 'petal!'"
"Did you say 'pedal?'" The Nose inquired.
"No, peTal'" Mogey corrected him. "As in a flower petal."
"You know, you're quite a potato salesman," The Nose said thoughtfully. "I'll take a dozen pounds of your finest!"
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