Mogey and Smush's breakfast table was bedecked with such a bounty of sausages, bacons, cakes (pan and otherwise), and melon slices, that no one person could reach all the deliciousness from his seat.
"Mogey?" Smush said around a mouthful of raisin bun. "Could you pass the waffles?"
"Belgian or German?" Mogey inquired.
"Chocolate chip," Smush replied. "They're behind the ebelskivers. You might have to lunge for 'em."
Mogey reached under the table and pulled out a Toiletmaster 3000, which he suctioned to the side of the waffle platter and dragged in front of his friend.
"There you are," Mogey said.
"What in the world are you doing?" Smush demanded, staring at the plunger in his pal's hand.
"Didn't you say I might need to plunge for 'em?"
"I said lunge. Lunge! Not plunge. Did you at least use the table plunger?"
Mogey checked the handle. "Yep," he confirmed. "We remembered to label it this time. 'For kitchen use. Emergency exceptions only.'"
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