The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 521

On a day so cold that it was impossible to go outside without at least four pieces of cinnamon gum on one's person at all times, Mogey and Smush went into an empty cornfield to try out Smush's new boomerang.

"See here, Mogey," Smush said confidently. "I saw a shaman demonstrate this technique. All you do is grip the boomerang thisaways and give it a nice strong throw."

Smush whipped the boomerang across the field where it crashed gracelessly into the woods.

"Isn't it supposed to come back?" Mogey asked. Smush ignored the question and began to trudge grumpily in the direction the boomerang had gone.

Mogey was hurrying to catch up when the boomerang burst forth from the forest and flew across the field, spinning to a gentle landing at Smush's feet with two steaming cups of hot cocoa sitting atop it.

"Ha!" Smush shouted joyfully. "Told you I knew how to do this!" Grabbing one of the cups of hot cocoa (which was quickly becoming cold cocoa), Smush once again heaved the boomerang away, only to have it crash once more into the woods. The device returned again, however, this time bearing a mostly-full box of fruit-by-the-foot.

"What a miraculous thing!" Mogey shouted, already consuming his fruit at a rate not measurable in feet. This time he took his turn, chucking the boomerang with all his might to see it disappear into the forest once more.

Hidden behind several layers of trees, a rogue weasel named Mr. Goosewithers chuckled evilly to himself as he caught the boomerang and strapped two exploding cigars to it. He had designs on Mogey and Smush's chicken coup, and his meticulously thought-out plan was finally coming to fruition. At last he thought, as he threw the boomerang back out toward the unsuspecting goofballs in the cornfield, at last the chicken coup will be mine!

"Hey look, cigars!" Smush exclaimed as the boomerang landed in front of them once more. "Boomerang, you old so-and-so, I don't know how you do it, but you've done it again!"