The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: Quarantine Episode 15

 "Rain again," groaned Smush, turning away from the window.

"Oh?" said Mogey, sounding like the heir to a toilet paper fortune who has just fallen madly in love with the general manager of an upstart bidet manufacturer. He adored rainy weather, but he also knew his best pal despised it.

"Guess we should dig out the boots," Smush went on.

"Galoshes?" Mogey asked.

"Um, you mean steaming hot rain catchers? No, thank you."

"Work boots?"

"Too stiff."

"Wellies?"

"Aren't those the same thing as galoshes?" 

"Then what kind of boots do you want?" Mogey demanded.

"You know those boots that are actually pants?" Smush inquired.

"Hip waders?"

"I personally think they're the height of dorkdom," Smush replied, "but if you believe they're hip, more power to you. The question is: Have we got any?" 

"Oh, we've got some alright," Mogey said. "I believe they're still standing in the kitchen, half full of buffalo chicken dip from that party last Wednesday."

"Ah yes, they did make a most excellent dip bowl. Well, grab a new bag of Hint-o'-Limes and meet me in the kitchen, Mogey. You know what we have to do."

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: Quarantine Episode 14

 In all the land, the most famed gymnast, and thus the most famed person, was a surprisingly stout young man by the name of Pom L. Hoarse. He was every child's hero, beloved by all, and affectionately known by his iconic nickname, Signore Stretch.

But Signore Stretch had a dark secret, one he kept even from his closest friend: "Pom L. Hoarse" was actually an extremely inconspicuous alias. 

"Where are you off to so early?" Mogey asked Smush as his pal headed for the door. "And is that a leotard under your arm?"

"Err, no," Smush replied. "It's a long-sleeved bathing costume. I'm going scuba diving in Ram Banana's new deepwater pool."

"'k," said Mogey skeptically. "Say, any idea why there's chalk all over the peanut butter jar?"

"Have you noticed how difficult it is to get the lid off lately? Chalk is miraculous for getting a better grip!"

"Right, right, of course. What are you up to tonight? Care to join me for the big gymnastics show down at the Civic Center?"

"Oh, no thank you," Smush answered. "I'm liable to be all tuckered out. You know how exhausting it is to spend a morning with Ram Banana." 

But on the inside Smush thought to himself Drat! He'd have to change his alias again, and perhaps even go back to wearing a mask. But what did that matter? Signore Stretch would die a legend, and for Smush, the thrill was in feeling the wind ripple his chins as he flew through the air, wild and free. 

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: Quarantine Episode 13

 Ever the crafty consumers, Mogey and Smush made sure to haggle about any sales transaction for at least one change of the tides. On the particular day in which we encounter our pals, Smush found himself in need of a new toothbrush.

"And you say this model features sleek handling and an ergonomic design?" Smush asked.

"Yes," replied the distracted pharmacist, "but I've really got to go help some other customers."

"I like that it's got authentic hog's neck bristles," said Smush, ignoring him, "but I'm just not sure about the price."

"Ask about the limited warranty," Mogey urged.

"What if I include a free bag of taffy?" the desperate pharmacist offered.

"Taffy?" Smush asked, suddenly far more interested.

"Taffy?" Mogey interjected. "Smush, don't you see? He's selling you the disease and the cure all at once! What's next, sir? A free jar of blackberry seeds? Some complimentary popcorn kernels?"

"Ahhhh," said Smush, giving the pharmacist the appraising look of a frog warrior eyeing a new claimant to the lilypad throne, "I see your game, pharmacist, and I must say I respect it. Tell you what: you throw in one of those caramel apples and a king-size box of Steak-umms and you've got yourself a deal." 

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: Quarantine Episode 12

 "Hnnnnghhh!" Mogey gasped, sprinting through the front door like a taxidermist who just saw his stuffed porcupine's toe wiggle, "Smush... hnnnghhh... take... arghhhh... cover!"

"What is it, Mogey?" Smush cried, rushing to his pal's side. "Don't tell me you stole Big Mo Tercicle's last strawberry frosted doughnut again?"

"No! Well--yes, of course I did, but no that's not the most pressing issue at the moment. We've got vampires!"

"Vampires?"

"Vampires," Mogey confirmed. "They're everywhere: Acting spooky, looking pale, eating worms, clucking ominously."

"I believe you're thinking of chickens," Smush said.

"Ah, yes," Mogey replied, catching his breath at last. "Chickens is the word I was searching for."

"My God," said Smush. "It's worse than I thought! You bar the door and I'll grab the 12-gauge. They're after our lifetime supply of liquorice whips!"