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"That's it!" Mogey exclaimed one day as he and Smush were playing an intense game of whist and sharing a bowl of tater tots. "I'm through!"

"Through?" Smush asked. "Through with what?"

"I'm through with eating ice cream," Mogey replied. "My paunch has begun to draw attention from the ladies, and not in a good way. From this point forward, I shall eat not a single scoop more of rum raisin, butter brickle, or any of the delectable ice cream flavors that have given me such an ungainly figure. And now that that's settled," Mogey said, unflexing his arms as he came out of his famous speaking stance, "how would you like to join me on a journey to the frozen custard stand?"

"Wouldn't eating frozen custard kind of defeat the purpose of giving ice cream up?" Smush queried.

"Come now, my dear Smush," Mogey answered. "I gave up ice cream, not deliciousness."

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"What're we waiting for again, Smush?" Mogey asked, keenly analyzing a slice of salami in his boredom.

"We're waiting for the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo!" Smush whispered without breaking his gaze from their surroundings. "A mighty bird from another age. It stands fifteen feet high with a wingspan of more than 4 leagues and its claws are sharp enough to shave every hair off a full-grown wolf in only two strokes. If we're patient, we might just get a chance to leap atop the behemoth and be the first to ride him."

"The Mashing Turnip of Ballyhoo, you say?" Mogey replied. "That doesn't sound so--"

"There he is!" Smush interrupted as he caught sight of the colossal fowl. "Let's go for it Mogey!"

Mogey and Smush scampered with all their might and leaped onto the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo, gripping tight to its neck and back and hanging on for dear life.

"We're doing it, Mogey!" Smush bellowed. "We're riding the Thrashing Clawsparrow of Waterloo!"

"AHEM!" the museum curator cleared his throat as loudly as possible, silencing Mogey and Smush's hooting and hollering. "Gentlemen!" he shouted up at them. "Please do not ride the pterodactyl skeleton - it is extremely fragile!"

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One day as Mogey and Smush strode through the Enchanted Forest of Flurm, where the sun dappled ground was as soft underfoot as a bag of jam, they encountered a peaceful, clear-running stream.

"Look at all the crawdads!" Mogey exclaimed, reaching his hand into the water. No sooner had he broken the surface than a loud CHOMP! echoed across the woods. The noise was so resounding that it sent squirrels flying into their holes and lumberjacks leaping into one anothers' arms.

"Yowch!" Mogey shrieked, almost doubling the sound of the CHOMP! for volume as he hopped up and down, clutching his thumb. So cacophonous was the racket that squirrels ran back out of their holes and straight up the shirts of already jittery lumberjacks.

"These ain't crawdads, Mogey," Smush replied evenly. "They're Portuguese Chomping Shrimp!"

"Portuguese Chomping Shrimp?" Mogey stammered. "The most feared critter in all the Forest of Flurm? Great Ham Sandwiches with Mustard! Why aren't you running for the hills?"

"Come now, Mogey," Smush said, standing tall. "I've been chomp-proof since the day I was dropped in a lobster tank at age three and a half. Auntie Bloogle always claimed it was an accident, but I think she did it to make me un-chomp-able. And I've still got the chomp-scars to prove it."

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Mogey, Smush, and their sherpa, Steve, finally summitted Bat Fang Mountain at half past two in the morning on April the twenty-fourth. They'd been climbing for weeks, and hunger had eventually forced them to devour their packmule, as well as the mules of several other climbing parties, but they had made it to the top.

"Not much of a view, is there?" Mogey said, gazing out disappointedly.

"Well it is half past two in the morning," Smush replied. "What do you say, Mr. Mogey? Is it yodelling time?"

"I wholeheartedly agree," Mogey exclaimed. He took a deep breath. "YODELAY-EE-OOOO!"

"What in heaven's name are you doing Mogey?" Smush demanded, as he opened his rucksack and tossed his friend a chocolate covered, cream filled snack cake. "I said it was time for some yodels, not time to yell like a crazy person."

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In the days of Mogey and Smush, there was no man more valuable in than the village tiler. The tiles were so shiny and clean, yet so fragile at the same time, that a tiler must have his grout and trowel close at hand all day and all night, especially in a town so rambunctious as Punchley. And there was tiler more magnificent in all the land than Mogey and Smush's tiler, Tyler the tiler.

"It's as though you're an artist with those tiles, Tyler," Smush said admiringly one day when Tyler had come by to repair a floor that had been damaged during a high-octane dumpling-eating contest.

"Aye," said Tyler.

"Is there anything you can't tile?" Mogey asked.

"Sir," Tyler replied, stopping work for a rare moment, "I can tile anything under the golden sun."

"Anything?" Smush queried. "Even if it had a lot of, er, moving parts?"

"Aye," said Tyler the tiler. And that very afternoon, the legend of Roundsnout, the Highland Tiled Pig, was born.

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Whenever the whistle blew to announce lunchtime, Mogey and Smush were always the first ones away from their posts at the dissembly line. By the time the other workers were opening their lunch pails, Mogey and Smush were already halfway through their main course.

"Here Mogey, I've brought you a fresh granny smith apple," Smush offered one day at lunch. But Mogey looked at the apple like an ostrich looking at a fresh halibut. That is to say, unfavorably. "What's the matter, Mogey?" Smush asked. "Haven't you ever heard 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away?'"

"I always thought it was 'three custards or custard-like foods of varying shapes, sizes, and flavors a day keep the doctor away,'" Mogey said.

"What sort of doctor would three custards a day keep away?" Smush demanded with a chuckle.

"Dr. Vance Pudding, the best doctor I ever saw" Mogey replied, beaming. "He's such a magnificent Doc, that he's got his own motto: 'My patients don't live long, but boy do they have bad teeth!'"

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Mogey and Smush were all about blowing bubbles. Well, maybe not all, but they were certainly partially about blowing bubbles. One fateful day, they set about trying to blow the biggest bubble OF ALL TIME. The two pals started out by filling an entire child's swimming pool with soapy water, despite the child's objections.

"I see enough soapy water on bath night!" the child insisted, but Mogey and Smush would not be stopped.

They found a thick piece of wire in the alley behind the doughnut shop and fashioned it into an enormous hoop, and finally it was time to attempt the great feat. It took both Mogey and Smush to dip the gargantuan bubblemaker into the soapy pool, and once it was well-coated they hefted it out with great difficulty. Mogey and Smush sprinted down the lane, holding the bubble hoop aloft as an old cow named Norbert watched them from behind his fence and chortled at the absurdity of it all.

Not fifty paces down the road, Mogey tripped over his own big toe, sending both himself and Smush sprawling. But a miraculous thing had happened. At that exact moment, the biggest bubble OF ALL TIME had dislodged from the bubble hoop and, in all the confusion, encapsulated our heroes. Within seconds, Mogey and Smush found themselves trapped inside the biggest bubble OF ALL TIME, and headed for the heavens.

"What do we do now, Mogey?" Smush asked fearfully, gazing down at the now distant township from the bubble's floor.

"I was thinking maybe nap time," Mogey replied, yawning and stretching out along the bubble's smooth soapy curve. "Boy, I'm sure glad I didn't let you talk me out of putting those two turkey drumsticks in my pocket."

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One evening a gathering of the village council was held for town elders only. Being that Mogey and Smush were both rambunctious and curious youngsters, they of course set about sneaking into the almost impregnable village meeting hut. Under cover of most excellent disguises, the two attempted to hobble up to the entrance in a geezerdly fashion. But so gleeful were they about the impending shenanigans that they couldn't help but skip spryly along.

"Whoa there," the large man at the front said through an inordinately muscly set of cheek muscles. "Where do you two think you're skipping?"

"Into the meeting," Smush stated.

"Because we're both elders," Mogey added helpfully.

"Elders? Ho ho ho," the man laughed heartily. "I think not! You sir," he said, pointing to Smush. "In addition to skipping, you've got all your teeth. And I don't recall you hunching your back this much a few minutes ago. And you sir," the man turned to Mogey and shook his head. "I don't even know where to begin with you. Did you know that old people don't necessarily dress like wizards? And do you really expect me to believe you have a green beard? You've clearly duct taped tree moss to your face."

"See Mogey?" Smush shouted. "I told you back in the forest that the beard was unnecessary!"

"But Old Man Mossface has never failed me before," Mogey replied sadly.

"Do you mean to tell me you've worn that getup previously?" Smush demanded.

"No, this was the first time," Mogey answered. "But I could've sworn it was foolproof."

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"Let's say we were riding into battle," Mogey began one day as he and Smush were riding into battle. "What would be your weapon of choice?"

"Why would we be riding into battle?" Smush demanded, bouncing a sword on his knees.

"Let's say some kids down the street stole our tetherball," Mogey replied.

"Just the ball?" Smush asked. "Or the pole and rope as well?"

"It matters not!" Mogey shouted, gripping the mane of his mighty armored steed in frustration. "Just imagine it, will you? What would be your weapon of choice?"

"It's no contest," Smush answered confidently. "I'd use a Bellyacher."

"What in the world is a Bellyacher?" Mogey asked.

"A potato on rope," said Smush.

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There was once a day in which Mogey and Smush felt like kings of kings: they had good fortune, good health, and good toppings on their meat lovers' pizza. They set world records in both tests of wit and trials of physical endurance, all while breaking neither a sweat nor a piece of pie crust. They ate entire muffins without creating a single crumb. The world was their oyster, except that it wasn't gross like an oyster.

But that was not the particular day that will be related in this particular installment. On the particular day related in this installment, Mogey and Smush ate a light but nutritious breakfast of cinnamon sugar toast (with extra sugar), went to work at the apothecary, took in part of a cricket match on their afternoon break, and headed home around sundown.

"I must say, "Smush said as he read the evening paper before a roaring fire that night, "This day wasn't too shabby."

"True," Mogey replied, "although I can't help but feel as though we've had better."

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One morning during the cat days of summer, Mogey went out to tend his vegetable garden before the sun got too hot.

"How are them veggies coming in, Mogey?" Smush asked as he sidled up from the jellybean fields.

"Well," Mogey said contemplatively, "I got tomatoes the size of milk, and pumpkins the size of pumpkins...."

"Those aren't very good comparisons," Smush replied. "Those aren't very good comparisons at all. How am I to know how much milk, or what size pumpkins?"

"I see what you mean," Mogey said. "Well, my carrots are the size of bowls."

"See that still doesn't help me," Smush rejoined. "What type of--"

"RUTABAGAS THE SIZE OF ANIMALS!" Mogey shouted.

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"What're you slicing there, Mogey?" Smush asked, leaning over the ice box to see what his pal was doing.

"Coconut custard pie," Mogey replied, not taking his eyes off the delicate work. Should he dislodge even one crumb of the pie's buttery crust, it would fall to the floor, and then he would eat pie crust off the floor, which is pretty gross. "Shall I cut you a slice as well?" he asked.

"None for me, thanks," Smush answered with a shake of his head. "The tropical delight of a coconut custard pie is really more of a summer treat. I'm going to fix myself a sarsaparilla float instead."

"A sarsaparilla float in the dead of winter?" Mogey demanded, frowning. "I knew a guy who tried that one time..." he went on cryptically.

"And what happened?"

"He greatly enjoyed it," Mogey replied.

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"You know, Mogey, you really should be getting more sun," Smush said one day as the two pals were practicing with their battle axes. "You've got a rather large mole on your back."

"But I always heard moles came from too much sun," Mogey replied.

"Bah!" Smush retorted. "Rubbish! Moles hate the sun. Why else would they use their big ol' claws to dig holes deep underground and only come out at night? You stick to your vampire-like tendencies and this little button-nosed fellow is going to have his whole little button nosed family latched on to your back."

"Good heavens!" Mogey shouted. "I'll be crawling with the little varmints! What can I do?"

"A day at the beach should clear him right out," Smush said. "And you've never seen a sight funnier than a mole hippity hopping across hot sand."

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One day Smush sent Mogey out to fetch a pail of water. Mogey went grudgingly, dragging his feet and grumbling the whole twenty paces to the well. He opened the wooden lid and lowered his bucket down with a splash, then began slowly cranking the winch to lift the full bucket back up.

"Oy!" called a voice from down below. "Close the lid already, will yeh?"

"Who's down there?" Mogey asked in surprise.

"Tis Kevin the Alligator!" the voice called again, slightly angrier this time. "And I'm trying to get some shuteye! The nerve of some people...."

"Sheesh," Mogey said sarcastically. "Sor-ry!"

He heaved the dripping bucket out of the well and closed the lid loudly, then resumed his grumbling as he lugged the water up to the house.

"I saw the whole thing from the kitchen window," Smush said excitedly as Mogey came inside. "And you know, Mogey, sometimes you haven't any manners at all."

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One dreary day Mogey and Smush were in the town store buying nails, peanut butter, and pipe bubbles for their bubble pipes.

"What's you favorite type of hammer, Smush?" Mogey asked as they surveyed some of the merchandise.

"Oh I'm quite partial to a tack hammer," Smush replied.

"Yes, that's a great one," Mogey agreed. "But personally I'd rather feel the grip of an old-fashioned claw hammer in my hand."

"Ah," Smush said, "another classic. But lest we forget the greatest hammer of them all: Big Bertha, Great Granny Roosevelt's favorite sledgehammer."

"Of course!" Mogey rejoined, a nostalgic look on his chubby face. "How could I forget her most oft-used kitchen utensil? It seems like just yesterday Great Granny Roosevelt demolished our snow fort with one swing of ol' Big Bertha. Nearly took off your head with that swing too as I recall."

"I didn't grow hair on the top of my noggin for two full years after that," Smush said wistfully. "But I sure learned my lesson about taking the last pudding cup."

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"Say Mogey," Smush said one day as the two pals waited in line for some frozen lemonade, "do you still sleep on that corn husk mattress?"

"Naw," Mogey replied. "That was too itchy for me after a while, so I brought some cinder blocks into my room and was sleeping on those for a spell. But then the blocks made my back ache something awful, so I moved out to the silo a while back and started sleeping on the sacks of grain out there. It's powerful comfortable, especially if I get a mixed sack of half barley and half rye. Why, what do you sleep on?"

"Oh," said Smush. "A bed, mostly. You know, with pillows and a blanket and such."

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One evening Mogey and Smush were exploring a haunted house up the way. They could tell it was haunted because it sat abandoned at the tip-top of a rocky crag, it was surrounded by a wrought iron fence, and every other Wednesday a spooky woo-ooo-ooo-ooo sound echoed out past the motheaten drapes of a second floor window.

But being the curious critters that they were, Mogey and Smush just HAD to have a look inside. Smush led the way bearing a magnifying glass and a canteen of Wild Cherry Pepsi. Mogey, who was much more cowardly, lagged behind whispering to fearful nothings.

"Oh I hope we don't get eaten!" he whispered. "Agghh! What was that creaking noise? I bet there's a goblin behind that door! I've never been so frightened. Please don't let us get eaten. I think we're being followed...by a pair of ghosts!"

"Shush up, will you Mogey!" Smush said sharply. "There's no one following us."

"No, actually he's right," said a high, lilting voice behind them. Mogey and Smush spun around to see two pearly white specters hovering inches above the ground. "My name is Gideon Ghostly Gildersleeves," the first ghost said. "And this is my brother Tom. Can we fix you a baked potato or a cup of chocolate milk?"

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Smush had finished playing a round of songs on the old upright piano down at the Frosty Ox pub and was just headed to the bar for a well-deserved bowl of cheese soup, when Mogey (his bodyguard for the evening) intercepted an adoring fan.

"Whoa there cowboy!" Mogey said as he caught the young man by his elbow. "Not too close!"

"It's ok, Mogey. Did you like my playing?" Smush asked, turning to the boy.

"Oh yes sir, very much sir!" the kid stammered. "You sure can tickle the ivories, Mr. Smush!"

The entire pub fell silent at that utterance, and Smush narrowed his eyes menacingly.

"You'd best get out of here, buster, for your own good!" Mogey shouted, dragging the boy toward the door as Smush stared them down. "If there's one thing that puts Smush into a murderous rage, it's being accused of tickling."

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On a ghastly and ghoulish evening Mogey and Smush strode through the fog of a woodland path by sputtering lanternlight, which is really the only proper way to travel on a ghastly and ghoulish evening. It wouldn't do to skip merrily along through a field of buttercups with a powerful flashlight on a ghastly and ghoulish evening now, would it? Mogey and Smush didn't think so anyway.

After some amount of time or other they saw a dancing skeleton in the path up ahead and hid behind a tree to watch him boogie. As they observed, Mogey and Smush noticed something very peculiar: the skeleton had almost no moves! So limited were his skills, in fact, that "driving the bus" and "starting the lawnmower" comprised a full three quarters of his repertoire.

Being that they were far, far better dancers than the skeleton, Mogey and Smush now had no qualms about approaching him and so they continued up the path.

"How dare ye?" the skeleton's voice boomed as he noticed them. He began to dance even more vigorously. "Only the dead and may pass this way alive!"

"What?" asked Smush.

"Yeah!" Mogey added. "What?"

"Only the dead may pass this way alive!" the dancing skeleton repeated.

"Hi-Yah!" Smush shouted as he karate chopped the stop button on the skeleton's jambox. The blazin' hip hop and R&B came to a screeching halt. "Try stopping us without dance music!"

"NOOO!" the skeleton cried, falling to his knee bones in anguish. And Mogey and Smush strode past him and back into the ghastly and ghoulish evening.

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One wintry night Mogey and Smush were eating gummy bears before a roaring fire. Mogey, who believed the head of a gummy bear was a great delicacy, while the feet were merely an adequate hors d'oevre, set about biting off the bottom halves of his gummies first.

"Look what I've created!" Mogey shouted, showing Smush a two headed bear he'd constructed out of two gummy upper halves stuck together.

"Get away, Mogey!" Smush answered, cowering in his armchair as his eyes widened. "You're scaring me!"

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One day as they took a cool, mossy shortcut down a cool, mossy alleyway, Mogey and Smush encountered the oddest fellow they ever did meet. The creaking of his knees as he approached gave Mogey and Smush a mighty start, for the sound had been oddly similar to the noise produced when the proprietor of the nearby bakery opened the back door to shoo them away from a sack of day-old croissants.

"Would you gentleman care to see a magic trick?" the odd fellow asked. Mogey and Smush stood up and regarded him for a moment. He wore jean shorts that went down almost to his ankles, a piratical vest but no shirt, and a tiny hat that appeared to be a deodorant cap held to his head with rubber bands. His ears too were large and oddly pointed, like a mouse's ears.

"No," Mogey answered.

"I agree," Smush added. "I have a distinct inkling that you will attempt to steal our croissant sack or tickle our feet, and neither sounds appealing."

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One fateful night Mogey and Smush were out for revenge. The manager of a nearby Linens n' Things had refused to accept Mogey and Smush's pillowcase full of nickels as payment for a fondue pot, leaving them no choice but to make him their mortal enemy.

Now Mogey and Smush were camped outside the manager's house in the dead of night, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deploy a weapon of immeasurable cruelty. Even Mogey and Smush thought twice about using such a pernicious device, but they had a reputation to uphold. One day a manager at Linens n' Things wasn't accepting their money, the next it would be neighborhood children stealing sausages from their legendary sausage cellar.

"It's time, Mogey," Smush whispered.

"I-I don't think I can do it," Mogey answered, wincing as an owl hooted softly overhead.

"You yellow-bellied wimp," Smush said, shaking his head. "Give it to me."

Mogey handed him the weapon. Smush took aim and threw the roll of toilet paper high into the tree overhanging the manager's front porch.

"Run, Mogey!" Smush shouted as the roll plopped to the ground. "Run for the hills!"

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"It's an outrage, I say! A travesty!" Mogey yelled as he stomped angrily about the house. "What mockery of a society allows an establishment like McGinty's Chicken and Pickles to give me only two packets of ranch dressing along with my 20-piece chicken nuggets? Two! What kind of world are we living in? Two packets isn't enough in which to dip a single, solitary nugget, let alone 20! It's preposterous, I say! It's, it's...."

"I'm going to stop you right there, Mogey," Smush interjected. "Your face is literally covered in ice cream. I mean ear to ear. Did you go swimming in cookies n' cream? Or what?"

"I got some soft serve in a baseball helmet and forgot my spoon," Mogey said. "But that's really beside the point."

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Mogey and Smush strode toward town with great excitement, for it was Tuesday, the Thirty-Fourth of October, or as it was known in their township, The Running of the Woodchucks. Mogey and Smush practically skipped with excitement, but they knew they mustn't actually skip, for skipping was forbidden during the Festival of the Running of the Woodchucks.

Once they got to town, Mogey and Smush claimed an area in the most dangerous section of the alley where the woodchucks would be running. On any normal day the spot was known as Mr. Sanders' Butter Buffet, but during the Running of the Woodchucks it was called Dead Man's Corner.

A far off bell announced that the woodchucks had been released from their holding pen atop Grapenut Hill (as if they needed a downhill start!) and then the nerves began. Every runner in the alleyway - Mogey and Smush included - felt the thrill of mortal danger at their fingertips. And then it happened.

"Here they come!" shrieked the voice of a young boy watching from a rooftop.

Some of the first woodchucks came into few, moving at a such a frightening pace that they covered a good ten feet with each minute that passed. The admittedly chubby animals were visibly winded, but their breathlessness only made them appear more fearsome as they bared their savage teeth.

"Heaven help us," Mogey muttered, as the runners in the alleyway turned and ran screaming from the pursuing animals, hoping against hope that they wouldn't be gored.

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Mogey and Smush loved to muse about the great issues of the day over breakfast. So monumental were their musings that, had breakfast lasted all day, the world would be rid of many of its problems, as well as a great deal of its bacon, tea, and toast.

"Mogey," Smush intoned on one such occasion of musination. "What, in your opinion, is the very best thing to dunk a doughnut into?"

"Well put, Smush," Mogey replied. "There are many delights into which I might choose to dunk a doughnut: coffee, hot cocoa, even tea. But the very best thing to dunk a doughnut into is a bowl of marshmallow fluff."

"An astute observation indeed, Mogey," Smush responded. "But more mistaken you could not be. The very best think to dunk a doughnut into is a jar full of more doughnuts! If you shape your doughnut into a makeshift fishhook you can produce what leading doughnut scientists call a 'barrel of monkeys effect.' Sometimes you can pull out five more doughnuts in a single dunk!"