Plushies either have a loose grip on sanity and express it perfectly or are lucid and rational and are unable to express it. Madness is the way they speak and the way they do things, even if somehow, by some impossible means they seem to be purposefully getting to their goals. Perhaps its dumb luck. Plushies get along with Slaad, as only they know the correct answer to how much green weighs and the subtle flavor of a star's purple eyebrow. 61!