One evening Mogey and Smush were ambling down to the village square for a theatre in the round performance of The Devil's Lasagna, one of the most popular plays of the season. It was to be a particularly exciting show, as Her Majesty's own theatre troupe, The Tubbylarg Players, had made its way out to their little hamlet.
Mogey and Smush were about halfway down the old country road, when a short man with a meticulously waxed moustache sauntered up behind them.
"Say fellows," the man said, "I'm awfully chilly. Could either of you spare your coat for a moment or two?"
"My goodness!" Mogey cried. "But you're Limas Bamberchin, star of The Tubbylarg Players!"
"Um...sure I am," the man replied.
"Well then take both our coats!" Smush said, heaping his atop the man's shoulders where it was followed swiftly by Mogey's jacket. " You can give them back to us at the theatre! And here, take this money in case you need to buy a shank of lamb to warm up on your way to the theatre!"
The man took the coats and the money and, thanking them, sauntered off again.
"Say Mogey," Smush murmured after a bit, "I'd always heard that Limas Bamberchin was rather a tall man. And clean-shaven. How'd you know that was him?"
"Me?" Mogey demanded. "I thought you knew him! Do you mean to tell me we've just given away our best jackets AND our lamb shank money in one fell swoop?"
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