One glorious summer afternoon, Mogey and Smush were peddling along on their penny-farthing bicycles, when they were accosted by Dunk Doofer, the town clod. Dunk Doofer's method of accosting cyclists was not the gentlest: it involved a trampoline, a fungo bat, and quite a bit of banshee-like howling.
"What'd you do that for?" Mogey groaned, attempting to extract himself from the spokes of his toppled bike.
"Yeah, Doofer, what's your problem?" Smush added as he shook gravel out of his hair.
"I had to tell you guys, I just had to!" Dunk Doofer replied. "There's something down at Lurkey Pond that you've got to see. A snapping turtle...wait for it...is swimming!"
"What's so exciting about that?" Smush asked. "Snapping turtles swim all the time."
"They do?" Dunk Doofer said. "But why don't they sink under those heavy shells?"
"I don't know," Smush answered. "They just don't."
"Oh," said Dunk Doofer. There was a long pause as Mogey and Smush continued to dust themselves and their bicycles off. "So are you guys coming or what?"
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