"Smush?" Mogey began as he approached the pastry table where his pal sat hard at work making beef n' gravy turnovers. "I need you to come help me fight Cucumber McGraw."
"Fight Cucumber McGraw?" Smush asked, removing his beef juice safety goggles dramatically. "But he's got the strength of a dozen burly men, plus another man who's only a bit burly! What's he done to you, anyhow?"
"He disrespected the name of Mogey in front of half the town!" Mogey replied. "As we passed one another on the street I greeted him cordially, but ol' Cucumber McGraw whacked me full in the face with a sack of leafy greens."
"Tisk tisk, Mogey," Smush said, shaking his noggin. "He meant no disrespect. That's just how Cucumber McGraw says hello."
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