There was a magician who performed sleight-of-hand tricks on a cruise ship. He had a regular spot in the ship's evening cabaret.
He was actually quite a good magician, but his routines were regularly ruined by the on-board parrot who would fly around squawking and giving away his secrets like:
"IT'S UP HIS SLEEVE, IT'S UP HIS SLEEVE!"
"IT'S IN HIS POCKET, IT'S IN HIS POCKET!"
"IT'S UP HIS SLEEVE, IT'S UP HIS SLEEVE!"
"IT'S IN HIS POCKET, IT'S IN HIS POCKET!"
"IT'S IN HIS MOUTH, IT'S IN HIS MOUTH!"
The magician was getting pretty sick of it and threatened to kill the parrot if it ruined his act one more time. That evening, at the climax of his act, just as he was about to disappear in a puff of smoke,
The magician was getting pretty sick of it and threatened to kill the parrot if it ruined his act one more time. That evening, at the climax of his act, just as he was about to disappear in a puff of smoke,
the ship hit an iceberg and sank in just seconds.
Amazingly, the magician and the parrot were the only two survivors. The magician was lying on a piece of driftwood in a daze. As he opened his eyes he could see the parrot staring at him out of its beady little eyes.
Amazingly, the magician and the parrot were the only two survivors. The magician was lying on a piece of driftwood in a daze. As he opened his eyes he could see the parrot staring at him out of its beady little eyes.
The parrot sat there for hours just staring at him but eventually said, "OK, I give up, what did you do with the ship?"
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