Mogey and Smush's race around the world against their archrival pals - Benny and Fergus - was not going well.
"I think we might've gotten on the wrong train again," Mogey whispered.
"What makes you say that?" Smush asked.
"What I thought was the caboose turns out to be the engine. We're going the wrong direction entirely!"
"You thought that big steaming iron machine was the caboose?"
"It's been a long eight months," Mogey replied. "And we can't be more than a quarter of the way around the world yet. Here: ask the steward where we're going, would you?"
"Pardon me," Smush inquired of the dapperly-uniformed young man. "What's your name?"
"Stuart."
"Right - I know you're a steward, but what's your name?"
"Stuart is my name. Stuart the steward."
"Steward?" Smush asked quizzically.
"Stuart."
"Stuart?" Mogey ventured.
"The steward, yes," the young man answered. "What can I do for you?"
"What is this train's final destination?" Smush asked.
"Ankara."
"See, Mogey? Maybe it's not so bad - we'll end up in Anchor-something. We've been talking for weeks about shifting this journey from land to sea, and surely this Anchorville is right upon the ocean."
Mogey nodded vigorously at this, but Stuart the steward interjected.
"Hate to be the bearer of bad news," he said. "But Ankara is the capital of Turkey. It's many miles from the sea."
Both Mogey and Smush's ears perked up at the mention of Turkey.
"Turkey, you say?" Mogey exclaimed. "That's even better than a port city. We've been talking for weeks about how a good club sangwich might turn this whole race around for us, and surely anyplace called Turkey is packed to the gills with club sangwiches!"
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