When they were but five years of age, a wizard had come to Mogey and Smush and bestowed upon them an epic quest. It was a quest that had confounded the world for centuries; a quest many had tried - and failed - to complete. Their mission was (of course) to find "the perfect hot dog."
Which was how Mogey and Smush found themselves at an old forgotten ballpark in Centerburg many years later, eating the umpteenth hot dog of their lives.
"What do you think of this one, Mogey?" Smush asked as he munched a bite of dog. "Could it be the PHD?"
"The dog is cooked to the exact right temperature," Mogey replied. "The bun is soft and plump."
"Aye," Smush agreed.
"The relish is both sweet and sour," Mogey went on. "And they call the mustard spicy brown because it's spicy and brown."
"True," said Smush.
"But it's not perfect," Mogey added sadly.
"No," Smush said, "it's not. Curse you, Wizard Wacklehooz!"
"Say," interrupted the crinkly old cook manning the concession stand, "I couldn't help but overhear. Have you gents ever tried our deep fried hot dogs? We take a dog dog just like the one in your hand, dip her in batter and fry her to a golden brown."
Having nothing to lose, Mogey and Smush ordered a couple fried dogs out of desperation more than hope. When they were ready, the cook winked and handed the dogs to Mogey and Smush in sheets of wax paper. Apprehensively, the pals each took a bite. Seconds later they were both in tears.
"We've done it!" Mogey screamed raggedly, falling to his knees. "After all this time, we've finally found the perfect hot dog!"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment