Captain Mogey and Co-pilot Smush cruised through the skies in their biplane, scarves flapping in the wind, old-timey aviator's goggles atop their heads, open cans of corn upon their laps.
"Ah!" Smush announced. "Is anything more satisfying than the thrill of flying an aeroplane while munching these sweet sweet niblets?"
"It's true what they say," Mogey agreed, scarfing down an enormous mouthful. "This is nature's candy."
"I love corn as much as the next airman," said Smush. "Perhaps more. Perhaps more than anyone other than Cornelius 'Pone' Puddin, the corn baron and karaoke legend. But I'm fairly certain no one says that."
Before Mogey could respond, their little plane's engine coughed, sputtered, and died. The propeller slowed to a stop. They glided through the air in a stunned and eerie silence.
"See if she'll restart, Mogey!" Smush urged his pal. "Turn the hand-crank!"
"I'm cranking as hard as I can! The poor gal's got nothing. This might be it, old boy."
"Need a lift, chums?" called a voice from above.
Mogey and Smush looked skyward to see a mammoth ear of corn. It was an intricately-painted dirigible, and a man in bib overalls and a bright yellow shirt was leaning out the window of its cabin.
"Cornelius 'Pone' Puddin!" Mogey and Smush shouted in unison.
"As my mama used to say," Puddin hollered back, "'you're righter'n the hand I used to tomahawk-dunk that basketball in your face. And stop crying about it, will you?' Anyways, here's a rope."
Puddin unspooled an anchor line toward Mogey and Smush's biplane. The pals exchanged one glance, but they knew they had no choice but to abandon ship. Carefully, they began their ascent to the housing slung below Corn Pone's blimp.
No sooner had he hauled them aboard than Puddin thrust microphones into Mogey's and Smush's hands. "I sure hope you boys know the Cher parts of I Got You Babe," he said as the opening chords started up.
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