The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush: 2025 Edition - Episode 3

It was a conundrum. Mogey stood at the counter of Sir Up E. Sugarman's candy store trying to decide between a chocolate-chocolate mallowbun and a double scoop of liquorice allsorts.

"I promised Smush I'd get him a mallowbun," Mogey said aloud, "but Sugarman's got a double scoop of liquorice allsorts for the price of a single scoop of liquorice allsorts."

"We know," grumbled the increasingly flustered young candy clerk. "You've been over this several times."

"Smush has been talking for ages about a fresh mallowbun," Mogey continued, "but I only have coin enough for one or the other. And who knows when a liquorice allsorts deal like this will come around again?"

"As I have stated," said the clerk, "this deal is available every Thursday."

"I just can't decide!" Mogey exclaimed, when suddenly he felt a weight descend on his left shoulder. 

"Choose the allsorts," whispered a seductive voice in his ear. "C'mon. You deserve it." 

Mogey turned to behold a tiny man perched on his trapezius. The little fellow wore a red top hat and a devilish grin. A prodigious quantity of chest hair spilled forth from his shirt collar.

"You think?" Mogey queried. "But what about Smush? He loathes liquorice."

No sooner had he asked this follow-up question than a second mini-man appeared, this one on his right shoulder. The newcomer wore a similar top hat, though white in color, and his upper body was equally hirsute.

"Forget about Smush," said the white-capped character. "Go with the double scoop."

"Aren't you supposed to convince me to do the right thing?" Mogey asked him.

"Two points. First: why in the world would you think that? And second: liquorice is always the right thing, baby!"

"Well if my conscience says it's ok..." 

"Whoa, whoa whoa," interrupted the red-hatted fellow. "Conscience?"

"You know," Mogey explained, "the angel and devil on my shoulder?"

The diminutive creatures burst out laughing so hard that milk shot out of both their noses, though Mogey hadn't seen them drink any milk. 

"Devil?" the one in the red hat guffawed. "Angel? We're Allsorts Sprites, ya knucklehead! We're here for one reason and one reason only: to convince you you to buy liquorice and then mooch relentlessly."

Mogey turned his attention back to the candy shop clerk. "I'll take the double scoop of liquorice allsorts whenever you're ready," he said.