Mogey and Smush's dueling lemonade stands were famous throughout the land for their fearsome rivalry, and in the height of summer their competition often reached mythic proportions.
One such day, a befuddled older gentleman stood in center of the street, torn between Smush's Lemonade on one side and Lemons by Mogey (made into ade) on the other.
"Hey mister," Smush called from the confines of his stand. "My lemonade's much tastier than the dreck they serve over there!" The man started towards Smush's Lemonade but stopped when he heard Mogey's voice behind him.
"Lies!" Mogey screeched. "Smush uses Lisbon lemons in his lemonade. They're far less tasty than the Eurekas mine is made with!" Now the man began edging closer to Lemons by Mogey (made into ade).
"Wait!" Smush cried. "I'll give you a free sample, sir, just for showing up."
"I'll give you a free kid's cup to test mine out," Mogey retorted.
The man, now even more thoroughly confused, stood rooted to the center of the street, swiveling his head back and forth as Mogey and Smush continued to one-up each other.
"I've got orangeade over here," Smush shouted. "It's more exotic fare than you'll find at Mogey's."
"Not likely," Mogey replied. "I've got pineappleade."
"Well I also just whipped up a fresh batch of raspberryade."
"Chocolateade!"
"Cucumberade!"
"Beefade!"
Finally the man could stand it no more; he threw down his hat and ran off down the street, howling like a madman.
"Now look what you've done, Mogey," Smush admonished. "That was probably the only customer we'll see all day."
"My fault?" Mogey exclaimed. "Seems to me you lost him at raspberryade."
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