It was customary, in those days, to let out a hearty belch after a good meal. Many hosts would've been wholly offended by a burp-less guest, and Mogey and Smush made great efforts not to give offense. Even when it was only the two of them, they made sure to let a few tonsil-ripplers go during the dessert course.
"Hold on a moment, Smush," Mogey said one evening as his pal rose for a fifth pudding pop, "I'm about to be so darn polite that it's going to blow your mind."
Smush sat, and Mogey opened his mouth wider than an opera singer receiving a monkey bite from a bully he thought was his best friend. Instead of a mere belch, however, an enormous bubble began to emerge from Mogey's mouth. Larger and larger it grew - much to Mogey's consternation - until it was bigger around than Smush's belly, or an "el grande" size beach ball.
"I keep telling you, Mogey," said Smush, "you've got to spit out your Juicy Fruit after you chew it, not swallow the stuff."
"Chew it?" Mogey exclaimed as the bubble finally broke off and drifted toward the ceiling. "I've just been swallowing the sticks whole. You get the same great taste, but it's far less filling that way."
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