Mabel and Calvin were getting along well.

Except when they were not, and since Mabel had no trouble expressing her feelings at a high volume, everyone knew in advance to avoid the blast area.

Today, both were in fine spirits. Calvin seemed rather more calm and assured (particularly so since he was eating a very messy grilled wiener in a bun sandwich with everything, and mustard, ketchup, and relish were consequently dribbling all over his coat) when standing next to Mabel, and Everett felt confident that the two would eventually arrive at some happy medium without the further necessity of his intervention or the need to call in four large men to restrain Mabel.