- 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.

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)