One yuletide feast, Mogey and Smush were wrapping up their fifth helpings of roast beast and Christmas pie, et cetera, et cetera. As they picked the literal bones, the pals fell to one of their favorite traditions: picking metaphorical bones.
"I've got one," Smush announced. "Christmas--""Ah ah ah," Mogey interrupted. "Don't forget to pick a bone while you're picking that bone!"
"Right, sorry," Smush said, grabbing a joint of beef off the table. "Now then," he went on, around a mouthful of beef debris, "Christmas candy. Gumdrops? What is that? Chewing gum that fell out of someone's mouth and into a bowl of sugar?"
"I don't think that's how--"
"A waste of good sugar, I say! And candy canes? These maniacal confectioners take sweet sweet sugar and make it all stripey and spicy."
"Spicy? I'm not sure that's--"
"Don't get me started on sugar plums, neither," Smush continued. "It's like... they had delicious delectable sugar and... wrecked it with nasty plums."
"That one I cannot disagree with," Mogey replied. "Excellent pick of the bone. It's like that famous poem: merry Christmas to all and to all and to all a good gripe!"
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