Three little ducks go into a bar.
"Hello, what's your name?" the barman asks the first duck.
"Huey," he replies.
"How's your day been, Huey?"
"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?" smiles Huey.
"That's nice," says the bartender, turning to the second duck. "Hi, and what's your name?"
"Dewey," comes the answer from duck number two.
"So how's your day been, Dewey?" asks the barman.
"Great. I've had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day as well. What more could a duck want?"
The barman turns to the third duck and says, "So, you must be Louie?"
"No," she says, batting her eyelashes. "My name is Puddles."
Three little ducks go into a bar.
"Hello, what's your name?" the barman asks the first duck.
"Huey," he replies.
"How's your day been, Huey?"
"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?" smiles Huey.
"That's nice," says the bartender, turning to the second duck. "Hi, and what's your name?"
"Dewey," comes the answer from duck number two.
"So how's your day been, Dewey?" asks the barman.
"Great. I've had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day as well. What more could a duck want?"
The barman turns to the third duck and says, "So, you must be Louie?"
"No," she says, batting her eyelashes. "My name is Puddles."