A wily old fox named Frankie O'Xylophone broke into Mogey and Smush's hen house more than a dozen times before they finally caught him. Mogey and Smush knew they would have to use any means necessary to find out how Frankie had been sneaking in if they were to keep their eggs safe in the future.
"Alright, O'Xylophone," Smush said. "Spill the beans. How do you do it? A loose floorboard?"
"No," Frankie replied. He was manacled to a spinny chair beneath a hot white light. "I usually just walk in through the front door."
"Nonsense!" Smush cried. "Only an imbecile would believe such a story. Is it the roof you come through?"
"Seriously, I just waltz right in through the front door," Frankie repeated, swishing his bright red tail. "It's not like you have it guarded or anything."
"I can see we'll need to resort to more desperate measures. Mogey, fetch my whips!"
"Yes, sir," Mogey responded. He began to scurry away but then abruptly changed directions and scurried back. "Just to be clear, you want your licorice whips, correct?"
"Of course," Smush said. "And be sure to bring the black ones. We're going for the kind of heavy-duty torture red licorice just can't provide."
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