As Mogey reached out for one of the more appetizing pieces of stuff (the last remaining jelly donut), his fingers collided with someone else's hand. Where Mogey's was stubby and supple with signs of cupcake icing beneath the fingernails, this other hand was massive, hairy, and covered with skull tattoos.
"Are you flirting with me?" Mogey inquired (though his surprise didn't stop him from seizing the donut).
"No sir," said the hand's owner, a man so large he appeared to consist of two oxen standing under a trenchcoat, "but I sure do want that donut."
"This donut?" Mogey replied, aghast. "But it's mine."
"I believe I have claim to it. Tell you what though: I'll rassle yeh for it, fair and square."
"Are you sure you're not flirting with me?"
"Quite sure."
"Why would I rassle someone your size?" Mogey demanded. "You'd pin me faster than a snake wriggles out of a bowl of spaghetti belonging to Coco Drillo, the Italian crocodile."
"What about my son?" said the beastly donut lover. He pointed across the Mud n' Stuff to an (admittedly large) baby carriage.
"Do it, Mogey," Smush whispered in his pal's ear.
"Have you been here the whole time?" asked Mogey.
"Do it," Smush said, ignoring him. "Surely you can beat anyone in a baby carriage at rasslin'."
"Fine," Mogey agreed. "Bring on your son. The stakes: One Mud n' Stuff raspberry fritter."
Just then, an arm dangled out over the side of the pram. While ensconced in a long-sleeved onesie, Mogey could clearly see biceps, triceps, and even a few monoceps stretching that onesie to its absolute limits.
"Oh no," Mogey said.
"Is that..." Smush began.
"It sure is," Mogey confirmed. "Gah Gah McMuscles, the world's strongest baby."
"Toss him your donut and RUN!" screamed Smush.
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