My cousin from the sea had been dropped off for the summer and my parents were struggling to cope with her joke-telling skills.
She wheeled in on her chair, grinning, tail-fins twitching, "Why did the millionaire get all wet?"
"Oh her Gods," my mom muttered; my dad clutched her hand.
"Why?" I asked, grinning back.
"Cos he ran afoul of noble porpoises!"
Us youngsters howled; we were more than ready to welcome our new orca overlords.