If ever a dirty job needed to be done on Mogey and Smush's ranch (El Rancho De Queso), the pals had a time-honored method for deciding who would do it. This method was called Skunk Trial. Each pal would present an assiduously researched case for why he should not be the one required to perform the task to an impartial judge: A wise old ptarmigan named Chilly Pete. After hearing the arguments, Chilly Pete would declare one pal the skunk and one pal Lord Pepperjack.
While the skunk completed the work in question, the Lord Pepperjack was required to act as aristocratically as possible. Typical activities for a Lord Pepperjack could include ostentatiously smoking
After one such Skunk Trial, Smush tromped out of the water closet, wet from head to toe and covered in axle grease.
"Ah, myes, young Smush," said Mogey, peering over the top of the R volume of Encyclopedia Britannica, which Smush couldn't help but notice was upside-down. "How goes the elimination of that pesky clog in our sink?"
"Finished! And you're never going to guess what was stopping up the drain."
"A bean burrito! Ahem--," Mogey stammered, remembering his obligation as Lord Pepperjack. "What I mean to say, old bean (burrito), is that I might contend 'twas a legume-based delicacy causing the obstruction."
"Incorrect," Smush replied. "You'll never guess it."
"A bundle of old lottery tickets? Ahem-- winning lottery tickets?"
"It is unguessable, I say!"
"Wait! Wait! One more guess: Was it... the golden egg of a golden bog goblin?"
"Mogey," Smush said, shaking his head, "you never cease to astound me." From behind his back he pulled a gilded orb aglow with goblinish glamour. Chilly Pete gasped aloud and nearly fell out of his nest atop a stack of Encyclopedia Britannicas.
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