"Seems we have a problem," said Smush, as the two pals sat on the curb outside Purvis McGloin's Candles n' More. The candle shop offered free smells, of which he and Mogey had taken full advantage. "With our nostrils exhausted to this degree, walking home is simply out of the question. Let us lay out our options."
"Agreed," Mogey agreed. "Let's see: Well, of course there's the omnibus."
"Quite. Squeaky Harry's haywagon would take us most of the way - I saw it parked behind the bagelerie."
"Those two young toads have also started running that bathtub pedicab. What's their slogan again?"
"The wetter the ride, the better the ride," Smush said. "All reasonable options, but none of them particularly appealing."
Just then, a monstrosity of a vehicle pulled up before them. Its massive engines sounded like two robot dragons in a wrestling match that had started out playful but then turned overly intense. Its paint was pinker than a brand new donut box. And each of its six wheels stood higher than Mogey and Smush (and nearly as wide). This could be no one but Frederick "The Walking Knuckle" De La Tarta, muscle car enthusiast, pro-gluten activist, and Mogey and Smush's next door neighbor.
Mogey and Smush took one look at each other. "CHANGE OF PLANS!" they announced in unison.
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