Whenever the whistle blew to announce lunchtime, Mogey and Smush were always the first ones away from their posts at the dissembly line. By the time the other workers were opening their lunch pails, Mogey and Smush were already halfway through their main course.
"Here Mogey, I've brought you a fresh granny smith apple," Smush offered one day at lunch. But Mogey looked at the apple like an ostrich looking at a fresh halibut. That is to say, unfavorably. "What's the matter, Mogey?" Smush asked. "Haven't you ever heard 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away?'"
"I always thought it was 'three custards or custard-like foods of varying shapes, sizes, and flavors a day keep the doctor away,'" Mogey said.
"What sort of doctor would three custards a day keep away?" Smush demanded with a chuckle.
"Dr. Vance Pudding, the best doctor I ever saw" Mogey replied, beaming. "He's such a magnificent Doc, that he's got his own motto: 'My patients don't live long, but boy do they have bad teeth!'"
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