hree ducks waddle into a bar.
"Well, Hi there" says the bemused bartender. We don't get very many
ducks here. but don"t worry, it's not because of the prices. this
isn"t that kinf of a joke."
"So, what's your name?" he asks the first duck.
"Drake, Hugh Drake." replies the duck, doing his best Sean Connery
Well, Hugh, how are you doing today?" asked the friendly barman.
"Oh, can't complain at all, life is good. I've been in and out of
puddles all day, a duck couldn't ask for better than that."
"All righty then. And who might you be?" the bartender asked the
"Lou's the name. Lou Mallard" muttered the duck, doing a dead on Bogie
"Having a good day, I hope?" asked the barman.
"A mighty fine day for a mighty duck indeed - in and out of puddles
since the break of day.
"So, we have a Huey and a Louie - I would guess, then, that you must
be Dewey?" guessed the barkeep.
"Right you'd be, sonny" replied the third duck, sounding exactly like
Mae West. "Dewey Ann Howe's the name. But my friends all call me
Do you remember the twenty-first night of September?