The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush

As Mogey and Smush were strolling down the high street of Bigbum-on-Puddle one afternoon, they happened upon a new shop.  Park's Amuseme...

"Mogey! Mogey! Come quickly!" Smush shrieked.  Mogey stumbled into the kitchen to find his pal robed in a robe, fresh out of the S...

One morning, Smush sat on his front porch chewing sunflower seeds and working on a needlepoint depicting Buster Prawnbreath, the main charac...

Sergeant Sargento had made a career out of whipping young recruits into shape. And over decades of experience, he'd developed a knack fo...

Soon after graduating from the Gunkman Academy of Tranquility and Food Science (or as most students called it,  Lazin' and Grazin' )...

"Good morrow, Mogey," Smush stated when his pal welcomed him into the parlor one fine morning. "How does your cousin fare? I ...

"I sense... perturbations in your aura," murmured Madam Damad, her hands clutching Smush's temples.  "Probably the cheeto...

"You know what I'm really craving?" Mogey said to the waitress at   Macaulay Cluckin's Hen Alone Diner.  "An omelette...

A curious feature of the estate Smush had inherited from his Great Uncle Mush von Tush was a miniature volcanic vent known to some as "...

"Whatever is wrong, Mogey?" Smush exclaimed, seeing his pal emerge from the kitchen, weeping uncontrollably. "Oh nothing,...

"I'm hurtin', Smush," Mogey groaned. "I don't think I've ever been this dehydrated."  "Why'd yo...

"Oh ho! Here's an interesting question," Mogey said, twiddling a pencil. "There are no 'interesting questions' in...

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 Ch...

The orchard was a lovely place to be on an autumn morning. That is, if you had the right attitude. Mogey and Smush did not have the right at...

"And who might you be?" Smushed asked, cooly leaning against the doorframe. The young man on the front stoop removed his hat and s...

"Have you any plans this afternoon?" Mogey asked from behind the morning paper. "Not really," Smush replied. "I was...

"Care to join me for some morning calisthenics tomorrow?" asked Beefy Boeuf Herman, the world's buffest rat and the pal's ...

"You hungry, Smush?" Mogey enquired. "I'm making up a pot of rice." "Oh indeed," Smush replied. "I...

By the time they neared the front of the line, Mogey and Smush had been waiting for a half hour, which was about 29 minutes longer than they...

As Mogey and Smush were snorkeling at the highly-exclusive, all-inclusive, slightly-elusive resort known as   Sand 'n Stuff , Smush bega...

"Well, Mogey," said Smush, returning from the pantry with a bundle of candles under his arm. "I've got good news and bad ...

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 ...

When the messenger boy stumbled into town, more dead than alive, he brought word that an ancient and most valuable relic had been discovered...

Mogey and Smush lingered at the back of their tour group, doing what they often did when they found themselves in premises as dignified as t...

One damp, grey day, Mogey and Smush could be found in a rowboat, doing what people normally do in a rowboat: cutting a meandering path throu...