Mogey's Great Uncle Chaz, the gentleman he'd lived with for several of his boyhood years, was typically quite jovial. But when he descended into a pit of the grumps, the only person who could pull him out was Mogey's best pal Smush. (Or as Great Uncle Chaz called him, "that Squishy fellow.")
On one such occasion, after Great Uncle Chaz was awakened from his afternoon kip by a leafblower and - upon rising - learned that his favorite Thai restaurant had shut down, Smush was sent for with great urgency.
"What seems to be the trouble, G.U.C.?" Smush inquired when he arrived.
"Nothing, nothing at all," Great Uncle Chaz replied. "I'm perfectly satisfied that my neighbor's gardener seems to think 3 PM is an appropriate time to operate heavy machinery. And I'm not at all bothered that LabraNoodle closed its doors for good with no notification to even the most loyal customers."
"Hmm," Smush said thoughtfully. "Alright. I believe I have an idea that'll cheer you up. Repeat after me: It's all Mogey's fault."
"But he didn't..."
"Uh uh uh," Smush interrupted, wagging a finger (which was for some reason dusted with baby powder) in Chaz's face. "It's all Mogey's fault."
"It's all Mogey's fault?"
"It's all. Mogey's. Fault."
"It's all Mogey's fault," Chaz chorused. "You know something? I do feel better!"
It was at this moment that Mogey appeared, windswept and raw from a lengthy ride on his razor scooter.
"I came as soon as I heard," he exclaimed. "You've been stricken with grumps, Great Uncle? How can I help?"
"You can get back out there and fire up the woks at LabraNoodle!" Chaz shouted. "And throw your accursed leafblower in the dumpster while you're at it!"
Mogey - for once - was rendered speechless.
"Better do as the man says," Smush added quietly.
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