I have a fine dancing boot for sale, hardly been lived in at all, that
I am willing to part with as soon as I am able to remove the mirror, a
family heirloom. Yeah, this boot used to belong to the Pope. That's
right. He wore it out dancing on Saturday nights, but not very much
because he has to get up early on Sundays so people from the west coast
can get his autograph and kiss his ring and still make it home in time
to go to work on Monday. That's it. It was his very favorite boot, but
he had to get rid of it because... It's a right boot and so is the
other one. That's why he gave it to me, his favorite grandson. Yeah,
that's the story. He is very easy on shoes. Never kicked anything.
The Pope doesn't have children? Of course, I knew that. This is
another pope. It's the Vice Pope, you know the one who goes to spelling
bees and answers the telephone when the big Pope is busy. We just call
him Pope for short because we know him so well. The Pope would wear the
Vice Pope's boots when his were wet. Would you be interested in buying
bulk quantities of broth? I have a good connection, my uncle, Chef Boy-
Ar-Dee. I can get you good deal.
