Mogey and Smush strode into the Second National Bank of Swine, a fine old building with marble columns and a nacho cheese fountain in the lobby.
"Y'know..." Mogey muttered under his breath. "If someone were to rob this place, they could make a mint."
"A mint, you say?" Smush replied, raising his eyebrows.
"A mint," Mogey confirmed.
"I'll create a distraction," Smush said. "You take 'em for all they're worth!"
Twenty-one minutes later, the pals met in the alley behind the Second National Bank of Swine. Smush still held the pitcher that he'd filled to the brim at the nacho cheese fountain - and consumed - thrice in the intervening time, to the shock and adoration of every person in the bank. Mogey had in his possession a giant burlap sack with dollar signs on the side.
"Let's see the take!" Smush said with an excited burp.
Mogey uncinched the bag to reveal a massive pile of cash and gold bars. Smush peeked inside, but his face fell.
"What's wrong?" Mogey asked.
"It's just..." Smush began, "when you said mint, I thought..."
"You thought I meant something a little more like THIS?" Mogey exclaimed, grinning hugely as he whipped out a second burlap sack. He opened it and dumped out at least three gross of candy canes onto the pavement.
"I knew you'd come through!" Smush shouted. The pals eached grabbed a fistful of candy canes and jumped up and down with glee. The Second National Bank of Swine had fallen.
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