One evening, Mogey returned home later than normal, having stopped at the pie shop on his way home from work. He was still brushing blackberry pie crumbs out of his whiskers when he opened the door to find that his best pal Smush was being held hostage.
"Tell us where the safe is!" shouted a moustachioed man holding a musket to Smush's head. "Tell us where the safe is, or your pal goes to sleep with the pigeons."
"That's 'sleep with the fishes,' Egbert," moustache's partner in crime corrected. The partner was a rather diminutive fellow with an eye patch and an overabundance of freckles. "But he's quite right," eye patch went on, turning to Mogey. "We'll do away with Master Smush right quick if you don't give up the safe."
"It's down in the cellar!" Mogey shouted immediately. "Hidden in a hogshead of cider."
Egbert and the man with the eye patch retrieved the safe, bid Mogey and Smush toodles, and ran for the hills, leaving Smush shaking his head.
"You couldn't have at least tried to trick them while I formulated a plan?" Smush demanded. "They wouldn't have killed me right off."
"No Smush, you don't understand," Mogey pleaded. "One of those burglars was propping his muddy boots up on our nicest sofa. I had to get them out of here as soon as possible!"
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