The Johnson clan had carefully set up their make shift camp in the woods just on the outskirts of town.  A perfect hide out for cousins Bobby and Hank who had just returned from town after robbing the Carson City Bank.  When the afternoon lookout, Auntie Bess, came running back to camp shouting, “The cops are coming, the coppers are coming!” everyone took their places.   Panic set in when they realized that Mavis, who was supposed to wear the phony pregnancy apron, was off picking berries.  With little time to spare, Jack had no choice but to put it on himself.  He adjusted the stolen money which had been sewn into the belly of the apron as best as he could and quickly put on a shower cap to hide his bald head.  The twins played music, everyone smiled and tried to look as innocent as possible.

Kicking up dust, Deputy Weston got out of his car and headed toward this jovial group.  He saw nothing out of the ordinary until he noticed Uncle Frank holding a pot beneath the homely woman’s apron.  When he asked what the pot was for, Frank replied, “Getting ready to help delivery the baby!”  At that precise moment, a coin from inside the apron dropped down into the pot.  Deputy Weston drew his weapon and ordered everyone to put their hands up.

It was her wedding day and Caroline had made sure it would be perfect, down to the smallest detail.  Unfortunately the one thing she had forgotten was the white satin garter.  After some quick thinking and a couple of snips from the lampshade, the future Mrs. Stevenson was ready to go.

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Benjamin and his wife sat together, sorting old family photos while watching their favorite show, Jeopardy.  At the commercial break, he turned to Donna and said, “If I hear that Subway commercial one more time, I going to throw the TV out the window!”

Benjamin, now 97 years old, looked down at the photo of himself as a young bread salesman and sighed.  He had started his little business selling foot long loaves of bread to folks in the Philadelphia suburbs back in the 1930′s.  Much to the customers delight,  Ben would knock on their doors every Thursday and begin singing “Five… Five Cent…. Five Cent Foot Looong!”

While he never made it rich as a Bread Man, Benjamin did cash in later in life as a jingle writer.

Arthur heard the ding of the “time’s up” bell but ignored the rules and kept on clipping away at his entry.  When the judges of the Springfield Topiary Contest came to his spot in the garden, Arthur quickly hid the shears behind his back.  Judge #3 remarked that an incomplete submission would need to disqualified.  Arthur thought quickly and lied, saying that his creation was in fact an erupting volcano.   A first place ribbon for creativity was immediately pinned to his lapel.