Mogey and Smush could not swim, but it didn't matter much. The pals were so buoyant that they could safely bob in virtually any body of water for many hours on end. Bobbing they were one day off Bobbin Beach when suddenly there emerged out of the waves a merman. Specifically it was Kyle the Merman, a person of interest at both Bobbin Beach and Scotland Yard.
"What's good, boys?" said Kyle the Merman.
"Pshh," Mogey muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Have I done something to offend you, son?" Kyle asked, rising several inches further out of the water.
"Oh, like you don't remember borrowing my favorite Scooby Doo t-shirt? And never returning it?"
"Couple things," Kyle replied. "Firstly, I live underwater, so unless this t-shirt was made of squid skin it would be a bit impractical. Secondly, do you really think I could fit into one of your t-shirts?"
Kyle rose fully out of the water. His upper body was what marine biologists would describe as "jacked."
"He's got some good points there, Moge-man," Smush interjected.
"Well I'm sorry if I don't document the materials each and every one of my garments are made from, but I know you borrowed it!"
"If you disagree that strongly, there's always the option," Kyle the Merman said quietly, "of settling this with fisticuffs."
"Let's go, Smush," Mogey said, paling slightly. It took quite a while to bob their way back to shore, but as soon as his feet were firmly on dry sand, Mogey called back to Kyle the Merman. "Not so tough now, are ya, ya great overgrown flounder?"
Without a word, Kyle the Merman launched himself from the water, smacking Mogey across the chest with his massive tail. Mogey felt as though he'd been slapped with the world's largest halibut, and could say not a word as Kyle wriggled back into the sea.
Smush ran off to find a lifeguard and returned with an overeager, be-speedoed chap.
"Holy cow!" the young lifeguard exclaimed, looking at Mogey's chest. "Did you get slapped with a big halibut or something?"
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