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Marshmallow and Smooshy are talking. Marshmallow holds some dill in her hands. 'I'm nervous about the bat mitzvah, Smooshy.' Marshmallow says. 'That's a dumb thing to be nervous about.' Smooshy says. 'Hand me the dill.' Marshmallow says, 'I invited the monkey monkeys, the squirrel squirrels, and the monkey squirrels and I don't think any of them get along with each other.' Smooshy, chest deep in a jar of pickles, says, 'Not your problem, kid. Your only problem is to party. And to say thank you to the old people. And to help your Uncle Smooshy with the business.' Marshmallow says, 'Technically, you're my first cousin, once removed.' Smooshy says, 'That's new age wokeness, Marshmallow. I'm older than you. I'm your uncle. Next thing, you're gonna be saying that Uncle Monkey is not your uncle.' | 'Uncle Monkey is a great uncle.' Marshmallow says. Smooshy says, 'Yeah, he is a great uncle, but I'm a great uncle too.' Marshmallow says, 'You're a great cousin, Smooshy.' Smooshy, changes the subject and says, 'You know, I'm really excited about this Bat Mitzvah deal. It means that you're an adult and you're old enough to be responsible for things. And that you can drive.' Marshmallow says, 'I don't think I can drive for a few years, Smooshy.' Smooshy says, 'Kids today! You're afraid of everything!' | Smooshy, now a little further out of the pickle jar, is standing in front of the pickle truck, which has a menu on the side with prices for pickle sandwiches ($5), picklritos ($5), pickle soda ($2), and pickle fries ($3). He says, 'I'm putting you on the pickle route next