It was Christmastime, and Mogey and Smush had volunteered to host a gathering of friends and family for dinner. On Christmas morning there was much to be done: the tables had to be set, the finest plastic silverware had to be polished, and the gravy boats had to be filled with both topping gravy and drinking gravy.
"How is the turducken coming, Mogey?" Smush asked as he bustled through with a platter of mashed butters.
"Oh I decided to bring it up a few notches from a mere turducken this year," Mogey replied. "I'm making a whacowlampigturgoosduckenpheasarrow!"
"My goodness!" Smush exclaimed. "Doesn't that seem like a bit much?"
"Certainly not," Mogey said. "We're having like five people over."
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