As soon as the door swung open, Mogey and Smush joyfully launched into their business slogan:
"Mogey and Smush's Babysitting Service, at your babysitting service," Smush announced.
"We sit on your baby!" Mogey exclaimed.
"So you don't have to!" Smush chimed in.
The slightly bewildered young couple in the doorway stared for a moment before welcoming the pals into their home.
"Let's introduce you to Alan," the mother said, leading Mogey toward a playpen in the drawing room.
The father plucked at Smush's sleeve and spoke to him in a quiet voice. "You fellows are experienced, aren't you?"
"Oh yes," Smush assured him, "we've been caring for infants nigh on a decade. You needn't worry about a thing: Your child is in very safe hands."
A bloodcurdling shriek summoned them into the drawing room. There they found Mogey fully inside the playpen, being eyed skeptically by an extremely fat baby while the mother desperately pulled on his jacket in an attempt to haul him out.
"He keeps trying to SIT on Alan!" she cried.
"Of course," Smush noted, "I should mention that all of our previous clients have been geese."
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