Little Johnny was playing in his grandfather's barn. He was dipping worms into a mixture of chemicals he had discovered, then driving them like nails into a board.

Grampa, seeing this, offered him a new bicycle if he could borrow some of the mix overnight.

The next morning, grampa staggered bowlegged out of his bedroom with a big grin on his face. "All right, Johnny, let's go buy you a new bike!"

"Never mind Grampa," he replied, "Gramma was up early this morning and bought me a motorcycle!"


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