Whenever Mogey and Smush required funds for a hair-brained scheme - or even a bald-brained scheme, for that matter - they paid a visit to Chairmole Joel, the visionary angel investor and burrower.
"Mr. Chairmole," Mogey began, pacing the subterranean boardroom, "we've got a can't-miss proposition for you."
"We know Lizards-on-Demand didn't quite take off the way all of us expected," Smush continued, "but this business model is much sounder."
Joel blinked his beady black eyes at them, gesturing with a shovel-like paw to continue.
"How often," Mogey said, "when you've been eating pizza, have you said to yourself... 'I wish this had twice as much cheese?'"
"And how often," Smush added, "have you then thought 'aw, shucks, that'll never work - twice the cheese will burn the roof of my mouth?'"
Chairmole Joel's star-shaped nose quivered with excitement.
"Well, Mr. Chairmole," Mogey concluded, "we've solved both those problems."
"May I present," Smush said, dramatically opening a mysteriously bulbous pizza box, "the pizzadilla!"
Chairmole Joel whipped his checkbook out and was furiously scribbling before Smush finished saying "dilla!"
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