.. scattered in two inches of water were receipts dating back to the turn of the century and all detailing purchases of loose leaf binders and pencils totalling several thousand of an unidentified currency and grave rumors hinting at international shipments of goods mentioned to nameless recipients... thought it who once had bored the name that it now could not pronounce save for the faint taste of Pepsodent Tooth Paste lingering in the somewheres of adventures past...

Drats...  I should have used the oderless paste!  but then my sorrowful state of breath, unpepperminted, would have given me away anyway...

and flattened all life forms within a 500 metre radius. It looked like a job for..

Mouthwash man! Wherever unpleasant mouth odours congregate, there you will find Mouthwash Man with his trusty pump action super economy bottle of Listerine TM.

... the economy, extra large size was swiftly administered... alas... fresh breath to speak fresh words... Where are Mog and Lig? They were last seen...

watching Hillary Clinton eating a live baby; that is, until Hillary looked up, saw them, glared, and they were forced to...

…escape into a time-portal with hopes of correcting ‘Time’ gone askew…

It would be the biggest task they'd ever tackled in their lives - to prevent Hilary Clinton from becoming famous.

A task which was doomed to failure, because she already was famous (or perhaps infamous would be a better word?). Nevertheless, they realized that they had to...

...track Hillary to the Magnetic Pole before they could carry out their mission.

And for that they needed their extra warm thermal pyjamas. "Oh darn," said Mog. "I left mine at home."

And speak of the devil, Hillary appeared before them, her mouth agape, exposing serrated, blood-soaked fangs. Cackling, she said, "I have come for your..."

Furry toys. "Nooooooo! Anything but them!". But she didn't listen, and grabbed Mogfelat by the scruff of the neck and put on a surprising turn of speed.

"Hmm!" said Mogfelat; minus scruff. The dust settling around him and Hillary like a glimmer of Ozark sunshine just above the horizon. "Now where's that Ligferrat...

...when you need him?"

Hillary snickered. "I ate him!"

Mogfelat could not believe his ears. Surely...

...Hillary only imagined such, skewed perspective, so to speak... Lig and mog are invincelble, cannot be eaten, (best not to anyway...). Hillary hilariously admitted she...