One morning, Mogey and Smush found that a mysterious barrel had been delivered to their doorstep. It was a large and sturdy hogshead made of white oak, and they quickly rolled it inside lest the neighbors think they were putting on airs.
"Are you sure you didn't order another barrel of mead?" Smush asked.
"Yes," Mogey insisted. "Maybe you sent for a barrel of cider and forgot. You're always going on about how you could drink ten gallons of the stuff."
"Hogwash!" Smush replied. The two pals looked at one another, then down at the mystery barrel. "Well," Smush began, "shall we tap this beast and see what's inside?"
"Most definitely," Mogey said, pulling his favoritest crowbar from the umbrella stand and prying the top off the barrel.
No sooner had Mogey cracked the lid than the vessel burst open and out flowed a veritable river of furry, shrieking creatures. Within seconds Mogey and Smush had monkeys swinging from the hall lamps, robbing the larder of its entire supply of fruitsnacks, and shredding their Persian carpets to a fine confetti.
"Oh yeahhhh," Mogey and Smush said in unison, as recollection suddenly dawned on them.
"I told you we would forget that a barrel of monkeys was arriving," Mogey said as he opened the door to the cellar.
"You did, indeed," Smush admitted. "Say, where are you going?"
"I've got to retrieve my monkey wrench," Mogey called from the basement stairs. "Experts agree that it's the only way to get rid of these little buggers."
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