- Hmmmm.
- Hello sir,
welcome to McDonald's.
May I take your order?
- Hold on, I'm thinking.
Hmmmm.
- Oh, that's fine.
Just let me know when you've decided.
- Decided on what?
I'm thinking about a really funny thing I said last night.
- Oh, so you weren't even thinking about what to order?
- No.
(laughter)
- Why are you laughing?
- I told you, I said that hilarious thing last night.
(laughter)
Oh man, so classic.
So this wombat and a rabbi walk into a bar.
- Care to join us here in reality?
There's a line forming behind you.
- There is?
Oh man, did grapefruit draw a butt on my butt again?
- I'm not saying there's a line on your behind.
I'm saying there's a line of customers behind you.
- Oh.
(laughter)
- Hey, why is that funny?
- It isn't,
but that thing I said last night sure is.
I'm telling ya,
you wouldn't believe what comes out of the wombat's mouth.
(laughter)
- Ugh, yeah, yeah.
I'm sure it was a real knee slapper.
What would you like to order?
- Okay, sure.
Hmmmm.
Give me a Baconator.
- Sir, this isn't a Wendy's.
- But, but, but, but,
you said I could have it my way.
- Ahhh, that's Burger King and I'm not royalty.
- This isn't a Burger King?
- No.
- Is this a Taco Bell?
- No!
- Is this a bar?
- Why would you think this is a bar?
- I guess I was just hoping
cause maybe that hilarious wombat would be here.
(laughter)
- Ahhh, sir, you're at a McDonald's.
- Oh, well, in that case, I'll have one farm please.
- What?
We don't have farms.
- Of course you do, your jingle even says so.
E, I, E, I, O.
- No, that's not even our jingle.
- Then what is your jingle?
- It's uh,
ba da ba ba ba.
- I'm oven mitt.
(laughter)
I remember it now.
I love that jingle.
One oven mitt please.
- We don't sell oven mitts.
- Geesh, talk about false advertising.
- Ah, sir, you need to order something off the menu
or leave.
- Okay, let me think.
Hmmm.
- Could you maybe think faster?
- Hmmm.
- And less loudly.
- What'd you say?
I can't hear you over all my thinking.
(laughter)
- Sir, please order something.
- Okay, okay, give me a pizza.
- That isn't on the menu!
- Oh, sorry.
I meant a McPizza.
- Eh, wrong again.
- Oh, I forgot to phrase it as a question.
What is a McPizza?
- Time to go, sir.
- But, but, but, but
McWhy?
- Because I said so.
- Is it because I have no McShoes and no McShirt?
I'm McSorry, but I have no McBody.
- That is not why I'm refusing you service.
Also, stop putting Mc in front of everything you say.
- Fine, I'm never coming to this Donald's again.
- That's not our name.
- Sorry Donald, but you can't have it your way,
this apparently isn't a Burger King.
- Ahh, look, what do I need to do to get you to leave?
- Easy, just give me a McFlurry.
- Ahh, our McFlurry machine is broken.
Something's stuck in there,
we can't figure out what it is and.
- No sweat Donald, I'll just pick something else.
Hmmm.
- I am so not getting paid enough for this malarkey.
(laughter)
- Ugh, Really?
This is the worst shift of my life, buddy.
What the heck is so funny to you?
- Wombat.
- Oh, right,
forgot about your spontaneous wombat memory.
- No, wombat.
(yelling)
Whoa, well that bites.
Oh, also scratches.
(upbeat music)