"Cut it, Jake. Look, wiseacre, where did you get it?"
"The Key? It came in the mail."
"Mail hell! That was mailed ten years ago!"
"It got here six weeks ago."
"Musta got lost, Logy," offered Jake. "After all, Gadget's been gone about that long."
"That's so. Those things do happen. Poor Gadg. An' we cooled him for playing smart."
"We wuz wrong."
"Yep. So we was. Too bad. But Gadget wasn't too bright—not like this egg. He's made it work."
"Logy, you're a genius."
"So we chilled Gadget because we thought he was playin' smart by tryin' to swipe the pitch. He didn't lam wit' the Key at all."