This penguin is driving to Chicago for a Herring Festival. He’s toodling through Nebraska in his Cadillac, propped up on several phone books. He starts having car trouble in a rural area. “Aw, hell,” he says, “this is al I need.” He manages to roll into a small town, finds a garage and drives in.

The mechanic wipes some grease off his hands and asks: “What’s wrong?”

The penguin shrugs. “I dunno. It just keeps cutting out on me.”

“I’ll take a look at it,” the mechanic says. “It’s gonna be awhile. Why don’t you come back in about an hour.”

So the penguin waddles out, looking to kill an hour in this small town. He ends up at the grocery store and decides to cool off in the freezer. He hops in, relaxes on a box of fishsticks, kicks his feet up and gobbles down a whole gallon of vanilla ice cream. It was so good he lost track of time. So, he scampers back to the garage. The mechanic is examining the motor. He looks down at the penguin and says: “It looks like you’ve blown a seal.”

The penguin blushed and frantically wiped off his beak. “No! Honest … it’s just vanilla ice-cream!”