"Poop!" Yelled the Vicar as he looked at

"Poop!" Yelled the Vicar as he looked at the little prince's bum. In the square below, groans and cheers were heard as money changed hands. The royal bookies had 20 to 1 odds on

the prince being constipated to him having diarrhea. The poop came out smoothly. There was no constipation or diarrhea. The bookies were at a lost on what to do, until someone

changed the subject. "Hey, did you catch that last episode of Downton Abby?" one bookie said to the other, marking his ledger. "How much you wanna bet that Lady Mary ends up

as a switch hitter playing for the other team?" "Wait, are you talking about that kid out of Green Bay who hit .390 last season?" "No" said the bookie, "It's that series based in

suburban America where an engineer who works for United Robotics secretly creates a robot modeled after a real human girl, then tries to pass it off as their adopted daughter."

The White Helmets and their rivals the Red Helmets froze like mannequins until the cameraman said "Action!". Robbie The Robot and her fiancée, Manny The Robot, rescued thousands of

Magoo was breathing his ghastly odors at their faces. Robbie the Robot reacted with his programming and spayed his wife, Manny, with an oxygen rich protective gel so that she could

no longer reproduce. "But you told me when we got married that I could have twenty children!" his wife Manny bawled. Magoo shuddered visibly as Robbie the Robot tried to explain.

Robbie's mechanical arms undulated helplessly. "You see, there's fallopian tubes, and sperm, and… There's always adoption. Do you like cats?" Magoo removed Robbie's thought relays.