Mr. Beaver 1: Hello, my name is Mr. Beaver.
Mr. Beaver 2: What a coincidence. My name is also Mr. Beaver.
MB1: We should start a band. We could call ourselves Mr. Beaver and Mr. Beaver.
MB2: Why does your name get to go first?
MB1: Probably because I have a stronger tail.
MB2: You don’t even have a tail.
MB1: My tail was so strong that it broke free from my body to start its own demolishing business in Kansas.
MB2: Why Kansas?
MB1: I don’t know. He never talked to me much about his dreams. I think part of him was guilty about wanting to move so far away.
MB2: Wait a second. I thought you sold your tail to a walrus a few weeks ago.
MB1: No, that walrus was just a metaphor for Kansas.
MB2: How does a walrus represent Kansas?
MB1: Think about it this way. Walrus. Wall. House. City. City Slickers. Billy Crystal. Crystal ball. Lucille Ball. Hilarious. Hill. And there are a lot of hills in Kansas.
MB2: No there aren’t.
MB1: Well, I distracted you long enough to steal your teeth, didn’t I?
MB2: That’s true.
MB1: Don’t you mean that’s the tooth?
MB2: So. Shall we go?
MB2: Why did you say toe?
MB1: You know, to keep things rhyming.
MB2: But it didn’t make any sense.
MB1: Let’s go climb a fence.
MB2: You’re good at that.
MB1: Something something rat.
MB2: I spoke too soon.
MB1: You’re an oil tycoon.
MB2: How did you know that?
MB1: No matter how many times you swim in the water, you can’t wash the stench of dirty money off you. I know what you did to obtain your fortune. I was there.
MB2: Watch out for that bear!
MB1: Now you’re getting it.