The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: 2023 Edition - Episode 24

 One evening, Mogey and Smush called on their pals, the McGill brothers - Bill, Phil, and Herman - or as they were known in their traveling acrobatics show, "The Witless Triplets."  

In the midst of the merriment, Mogey turned to Bill McGill. "Might I use your washroom?" he asked.

"Of course," replied Bill, midway through his third set of pull-ups that evening, "just hang on a tick. Phil is in there at the moment."

"Surely you must have a washroom on the second floor of the McGill estate?"

"We do," Bill answered. "Although we prefer to call it 'Witless Manor.' But I wouldn't recommend using our upstairs lavatory - the entire second story is haunted beyond belief. Simply riddled with ghouls, I tell you."

"Boo to that," Smush chimed in, "Mogey hasn't met the ghost yet who could frighten him." Though Smush couldn't help but notice that his pal had jumped at the word "boo."

"Aye," Mogey agreed. "There's really only one spirit on the planet who could frighten me, and I highly doubt he dwells in the residence of three elite athletes." 

"Suit yourself," said Herman McGill, rising for his ninth rep of Romanian deadlifts. "The stairs are just to the left."

Mogey mounted the creaky wooden steps and entered a second floor hallway becobwebbed and echoing with strange sounds. He could see the washroom at the far end, but three doorways adorned the path to reach it. As he passed the first, a floating, pearly figure with eyes blacker than the most burnt sugar cookie burst forth.

"WOOoooOOOooo!" the ghost moaned.

"Nah," said Mogey, and he strode on.

The second door he passed melted to a puddle, revealing a skeleton draped in clanking chains. 

"Join usssssss," hissed the skeleton.

"Meh," said Mogey, and he strode on. 

The third door swung open slowly, gripped from the inside by a hand of mysterious construct. The fingers were fat, greasy, and golden brown. 

"No," said Mogey shakily, "it couldn't be!"

But as the door swung open fully, a figure appeared. A figure whose fingers, nose, and hair were all clearly made of cornmeal-robed hot dogs. Mogey shrieked so loudly it covered the growling of his tummy, and took off for the staircase faster than Mulligan Plunk (the slickest seal in Labrador) slides down an ice floe.

Smush took one look at his pal's ashen face as Mogey re-entered the gathering. "The Ghost of Corndogs Past?" he asked.

"The Ghost of Corndogs Past," Mogey confirmed.