Thursday night was always Thumb Rasslin' Night at Mogey and Smush's house. Everyone who lived within ten miles of Tater Manor (as their humble abode was called) would venture out into the night air for an evening of war declarations and sneak attacks.
Unfortunately, Mogey and Smush lived in the deep dark woods of Fooglebern and so the only people who lived within ten miles of Tater Manor were themselves and a homely woodchuck named Leopold. Leopold didn't have the necessary equipment for thumb rasslin (namely, a thumb) but he was an enormous fan of the sport.
One such Thumb Rasslin' Night, Mogey and Smush were locked in a heated battle. Mogey's thumb seemed to have the upper hand, and it stalked Smush's thumb around the ring with all the cunning of a thumb hunting its prey.
"Just a second, Mogey," Smush said finally. "I don't believe we've clarified the full extent of the rules in this match."
"No, Smush!" Mogey shouted, already sure where this was heading.
"I think someone else may have a little something to say about this thumb war," Smush went on.
"Don't...."
"That's right, it's time for ol' Lefty to tag in!" Smush announced. With that he lifted his left thumb high into the air and dropped it with full force, pinning Mogey's battlethumb to the mat. "One, two, three!" Smush yelled.
"BOOM SHAKALAKA!" shrieked Leopold, jumping to his feet.
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