"You know, Smush," Mogey said, throwing a Butterfinger Mini high into the air and catching it in his mouth with a satisfying crunch, "there's something I've always wanted to ask you."
"Shoot," replied Smush, pointing to his mouth in what was an unmistakable, universal gesture for "toss me one of them Butterfinger Minis."
"Are you sure? It's a bit personal."
"Fire away," Smush confirmed. "I'm an olden book."
"You mean an open book?"
"That too," Smush mumbled, still distracted by the fact that he'd yet to be lobbed a Butterfinger Mini.
"Alright," rejoined Mogey, "here it is. What is your favorite saint's feast day?"
"Feasht 'ay?" Smush inquired around the Butterfinger Mini Mogey had finally chucked his way.
"Exactly. Like St. Patrick's Day, or St. Valentine's Day, or the Feast of St. Hubert. You know, the classics!"
"Ah, I see," Smush replied. "Well that's an easy one: St. Smush's Day is my favorite feast."
"St. Smush's Day?" Mogey exclaimed. "I never heard of that."
"Well, it hasn't officially been invented yet. But there'll be a St. Smush's Day. You can bet your britches on that, buddy boy. And I've got big plans for it, too. St. Patrick's got shamrocks? St. Smush will have actual rocks. St. Valentine's Day has candy hearts? St. Smush's Day will have rock candy. Are you noticing a theme here?"
"Rocks?"
"Precisely!" said Smush. "Because St. Smush's Day..." Smush paused expectantly.
"Is fun for the whole family?" Mogey suggested.
"Close enough," Smush agreed, clapping his pal on the shoulder. "And I'll tell you something else: Bung me another of those Butterfinger Minis and we'll be well on our way to a St. Mogey's Day too."
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