There was but one bank in the hamlet of Plonkle, and on a muggy day in late September, that bank was robbed. Quick Louie Cooper and the Gainesville Five held up the bank at knifepoint and made off with every piece of silver, gold, and pizza in the place.
Mogey and Smush, who always kept their money buried in the backyard below the manure pile (to deter both robbers and their own greedy selves), were suddenly the richest fellows in town.
Most townsfolk would've lent a hand to help their neighbors get back on their feet, but Mogey and Smush were not most townsfolk. Three days after the big bank robbery, Mogey and Smush came strutting down main street. Mogey wore a new silk top hat and a pair of jewel encrusted riding boots, while Smush sported a splendid cape and several sparkling ankle bracelets. Both of the pals had new walking sticks topped with golden seagulls. They stopped in front of the general store, where four of the village elders sat, reduced to sharing a single pipe between them.
"Anyone for tennis?" Smush asked, with a twirl of his cape.
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