Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 591

After Mogey and Smush were caught, tried, and convicted for grand hot dog larceny, they were forced to join a work crew as part of the stern sentence handed out by the Honorable Francis Ball-Park (an heir to a hot dog fortune, though he claimed it did not affect his ruling). The work crew set to digging ditches behind the mayor's house that would carry the mayor's spittoon juice far away from the city center.

After nary an hour of shoveling, Mogey's hands were raw and sore. He could barely hold his shovel any longer, leg alone dig it into the the earth, but the overseer was relentless, cracking a whip and shouting obscenities in Mogey's general direction.

"I don't think I can go on!" Mogey whispered to his pal. "My hands feel like balls of fire with fat little fingers sticking out of them."

"Your hands just need to toughen up," Smush replied. "You've never shoveled a day in your life. You need calluses, like me!"

"But how did you get those? You've never shoveled a day in your life either."

"They're detachable. I got Uncle Ernesto to smuggle me a set of stick-on calluses."

"Oy! Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-stupid!" the overseer shouted with another crack of his whip. "Get a move on! These spittoon juice ditches aren't going to dig themselves."

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