"Mogey," Smush queried, "is that gum you're chewing?"
"You know it," Mogey replied, pulling his sunglasses down in a way that was effortlessly cool, and then popping a gum bubble all over them in a way that was so uncool that it actually appeared to require forethought.
"Betcha I can guess the flavour."
"Did you just put a 'u' in flavor?" Mogey said as he pickled gum off his lenses. "What a snob. Very well, then - propose some terms for this wager."
"Alright," Smush answered. "If I guess the flavour of your chewing gum in my first three tries, you have to help me sneak your granddad's prize racehorse out of the barn and give me a boost to climb on his back."
"What in the world do you want to ride Hercule for?"
"I've always fancied myself a jockey. This is my chance to find out what could've been! But don't worry, I've got a great prize for you too. If I'm unsuccessful, you get to wear... the vest."
"That leather one with the sea leopards on the lapels?" Mogey exclaimed. "That thing is so rad. You're on!"
"Guess number one," Smush declared. "Licorice."
"No sir," said Mogey, snapping another big bubble.
"Guess number two: Bubblegum."
"Incorrect."
Now Smush appeared nervous. He could see his chances of riding Hercule the race horse slipping away through his fingers. "Tangerine?" he guessed.
"Not even close!" Mogey replied as he clenched his fist victoriously. "No, this here is a mixture of spruce gum and Bubblicious grape."
"That's not fair!" Smush asserted. "You knew very well I'd never be able to guess that!"
"If you have a gambling problem, I suggest you take it up with 1-800-GAMBLER," Mogey said. "But I will be expecting that vest."
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