The seven dwarfs went to the Vatican…
…and when the Pope answered the door, Dopey stepped forward: “Your Excellency,” he said. “I wonder if you could tell me if there are any dwarf nuns in Rome?”
“No Dopey, there aren’t,” the Pope replied.
Behind Dopey, the six dwarves started to titter.
“Well, are there any dwarf nuns in Italy?” Dopey persisted.
“No, none in Italy,” the Pope answered a little more sternly.
A few of the Dwarves now began to laugh more openly.
“Well, are there any dwarf nuns in Europe?”
By this point, all the dwarves were laughing aloud and rolling around on the ground.
“Pope,” Dopey demanded. “Are the any dwarf nuns in the whole world?”
“No Dopey,” the Pope snapped. “There are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.”
Whereupon the six dwarves started jumping up and down chanting, “Dopey screwed a penguin! Dopey screwed a penguin!”
…and when the Pope answered the door, Dopey stepped forward: “Your Excellency,” he said. “I wonder if you could tell me if there are any dwarf nuns in Rome?”
“No Dopey, there aren’t,” the Pope replied.
Behind Dopey, the six dwarves started to titter.
“Well, are there any dwarf nuns in Italy?” Dopey persisted.
“No, none in Italy,” the Pope answered a little more sternly.
A few of the Dwarves now began to laugh more openly.
“Well, are there any dwarf nuns in Europe?”
By this point, all the dwarves were laughing aloud and rolling around on the ground.
“Pope,” Dopey demanded. “Are the any dwarf nuns in the whole world?”
“No Dopey,” the Pope snapped. “There are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world.”
Whereupon the six dwarves started jumping up and down chanting, “Dopey screwed a penguin! Dopey screwed a penguin!”
