As Mogey (stage name: Mo G. Postlethwaite) and Smush (stage name: Smush) readied themselves to go out into the limelight for a live production of The Shortstop Who Dropped a Bundt: A Cake Batter Tragedy, Smush caught sight of something on the dressing room table.
"Say," he sayed to their costar, a young sasquatch named Doig (stage name: DD Munter-Schmidt), "what goes on with thine hairbrush?"
"Ah," Doig replied, "yes, this brush is very special to me. Each bristle is a quill from a different porcupine my grandfather befriended, photographed, and betrayed. And yours?" he asked, gesturing to Smush's hairbrush with his hirsute paw.
"Well, erm..." Smush answered bashfully. "Mine's not quite as nice as yours. But I did get it for $3.99 at Rite Aid. And I was able to pick up some Hot Shot Crunch-ums while I was there."
"This guy!" Mogey said, shaking his head. "How can you let a drugstore hairbrush touch your locks before going on stage? The hair is the moneymaker for chaps like us!"
"What's the history of your brush?" Doig inquired.
"Stole it from the Duchess of Churl," Mogey replied. "It's got a walrus ivory inlay handle and bristles softer than spun pudding." He threw his arm around the sasquatch's shoulder. "Yep, stick with me, young Doig. Mo G. Postlethwaite won't steer you wrong in this mad old business."
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