"Moge-ster!" Smush called up the stairs as Mogey was slipping on his shiny shoes for a night of merriment. "How do you feel about Polka Dots?"
"Polka dots?" Mogey exclaimed. "Is there anything uglier? I want nothing to do with polka dots!"
Mogey heard what sounded like a loud sob, followed by the downstairs door slamming. And then Smush stomped into his room looking positively livid.
"Why would you say that?" Smush demanded. "You knew we were going to the polka hall tonight!"
"So?"
"So when I asked you that, I was standing downstairs with the lovely and glamorous Polka Dots: Dorothy Halebard and Dorothy Speizlebab!" Smush shouted. "And now you've made them run away crying! One thing's for sure: I will NOT go stag to a polka hall."
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