"How was your day, Moge-man?" Smush asked as he sat down next to his pal one evening at the local sodey fountain.
"Pretty good," Mogey replied. "I met Count Chocula."
"How did that happen?"
"Well, I was feeling a bit more peckish than usual so I ate twelve bowls of cereal in a row. At about the ninth bowl I began to hallucinate, and by the twelfth, Count Chocula himself paid me a visit. We went rollerblading together through his chocolately palace and he busted a gnarly misty flip off one of the buttresses."
"Ok...."
"What, is there some other way to meet Count Chocula?" Mogey demanded.
"I was thinking you met, like, a guy in a foam costume," Smush said.
"He duped me, didn't he? That Transylvanian trickster! I kept telling him, 'I'm imagining this,' and he would always say, 'Relax, guy, have another pudding pop and some chocolate milk.' Such shenanigans will not stand! I'll get you for this, imaginary Count Chocula!"
"Oh boy..."
"I'll get youuuuuuuu!" Mogey howled into the night.
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