>Olaf and Sven were fishing one day when Sven pulled out a cigar.
> >Finding he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
> >
> >"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied.
> >Then reaching into his tackle box,
> >he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
> >
> >"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his
> >hands.
> >
> >"Vhere did yew git dat monster??"
> >
> >"Vell", replied Olaf, "I got it from me Genie."
> >
> >You haff a genie in yor tackle box?" Sven asked.
> >
> >Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle box," says Olaf.
> >
> >"Could I see him?"
> >
> >So Olaf opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the genie.
> >
> >Addressing the genie, Sven says,
> >"Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your
> >master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
> >
> >"Yes, I will," says the genie.
> >
> >So Sven asks the genie for a million bucks.
> >
> >The genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving Sven sitting
> >there, waiting for his million bucks.
> >
> >Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million
> >ducks...flying overhead. Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yells
> >at Olaf.
> >
> >"Yumpin' Yimmny I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
> >
> >Olaf answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew that da genie is hard of
> >hearing.
> >
> >Do yew really tink I asked for a 10 inch Bic?"
> >
> >Finding he had no matches, he asked Olaf for a light.
> >
> >"Ya, shure, I tink I haff a lighter," he replied.
> >Then reaching into his tackle box,
> >he pulled out a Bic lighter 10 inches long.
> >
> >"Yiminy Cricket!" exclaimed Sven, taking the huge Bic lighter in his
> >hands.
> >
> >"Vhere did yew git dat monster??"
> >
> >"Vell", replied Olaf, "I got it from me Genie."
> >
> >You haff a genie in yor tackle box?" Sven asked.
> >
> >Ya, shure. It's right here in my tackle box," says Olaf.
> >
> >"Could I see him?"
> >
> >So Olaf opens his tackle box and sure enough, out pops the genie.
> >
> >Addressing the genie, Sven says,
> >"Hey dere! I'm a good friend of your
> >master. Vill you grant me vun vish?"
> >
> >"Yes, I will," says the genie.
> >
> >So Sven asks the genie for a million bucks.
> >
> >The genie disappears back into the tackle box leaving Sven sitting
> >there, waiting for his million bucks.
> >
> >Shortly, the sky darkens and is filled with the sound of a million
> >ducks...flying overhead. Over the roar of the million ducks Sven yells
> >at Olaf.
> >
> >"Yumpin' Yimmny I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks!"
> >
> >Olaf answers, "Ya, I forgot to tell yew that da genie is hard of
> >hearing.
> >
> >Do yew really tink I asked for a 10 inch Bic?"
> >
c: :heart:
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