A stall at the farmers market called Rhino's Fried Doughs sold elephant ears so delightful that they often ran out before noon. To ensure fairness, the proprietor, Chip O'potamus, instituted a limit of two elephant ears per customer.
Which is how Mogey and Smush found themselves at a vegetable stand, searching for disguises that would allow them to purchase their third and fourth elephant ear apiece.
"Care to try a demon's digit?" asked a farmer as he dangled a bright red pepper in front of the pals.
"No, thank you," Smush replied at the same time as Mogey said "don't mind if I do!"
"Are you mad?" Smush demanded. "You know you haven't the constitution for spice!"
"I can handle it," said Mogey.
"But--"
"Smush!" Mogey interrupted, cupping the back of his pal's head and looking him in the eye. "I. Can. Handle it. One demon's digit, please, shopkeep."
What followed after Mogey chomped down on the pepper was the most extreme display of crying, howling, and drooling the farmers market had seen since the poorly named "All You Can Eat Baby Festival" of '86. (No babies were eaten on that day, thankfully, but the village learned the hard way that demon's digits have no place at an infants' buffet.)
"Ab I going to live?" Mogey choked out once his tears started to subside.
"Well, my friend, I've got some good news and some bad news," Smush said. "The bad news is that we need to get you to the hospital. The good news is that we can stop for elephant ears on the way, because there's no way Chip O'potamus is going to recognize you."
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