On a foggy afternoon when all one could possibly do was hole up in some cozy study with a canvas-bound book or drink a steaming cup of bone broth with hot english mustard to try and shake the chill from one's bones, Mogey and Smush were out on a caper. Technically, they were out on two capers simultaneously: Mogey was working a scheme he called "Woodchuck Weight Watchers" while Smush had a shenanigan brewing to procure deeply-discounted slush from italian ice vendors.
This meant that - like nearly every one of the pals' capers - they found themselves in a bird blind in the city park, two pairs of binocs at their eyes, a party size bag of cheddar 'n' cheddar potato chips at their sides.
"Say!" Mogey exclaimed, batting at Smush's sleeve. "Look who just walked up the gazebo steps!"
"Is that the pigeon who used to bully you in middle school?" Smush asked with a swivel of his binocs.
"What? Brian 'Big Pidge' Boikins? It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. It wouldn't be. Would it? And anyhow, I was talking about the human man standing down there. It's Mather Mallow, of all people!"
"The confection mogul?"
"No," said Mogey, "the other Mather Mallow."
"Ah," Smush said, "the celebrity hog-rasslin' fitness instructor."
"I suppose it's the other other Mather Mallow."
"Of course - the famed eavesdropper and carnival game master who will challenge any man, beast, or spirit to out-hear him?"
"Wow," Mogey opined, "I never realized there were so many notable Mather Mallows in our community."
"There sure are!" Mather Mallow shouted from the gazebo, giving Mogey and Smush the best double pistol wink they'd seen since they offered 'Big Pidge' Boikins a fresh stick of bubblegum.
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