Three Ducks in a Bar

A man walked into a quiet bar. He carried three
ducks, one in each hand and one under his left arm.
He placed them one beside the other upon the bar. He
had a few drinks and chatted with the bartender.

The bartender was experienced and had learned not to
ask people about the animals that they bring into
the bar, so he didn't mention the ducks.

They chatted for about another 30 minutes before the
man with the ducks had to go to the restroom. He
left the ducks there on the bar.

The bartender was alone with the ducks. There was an
awkward silence as they all looked at one another.
The bartender decided to break the ice and try to
make a little conversation.

"Say, what's your name?" he asked the first duck.

"Huey," replied the first duck.

"How's your day been, Huey?"

"Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of
puddles all day!

What else could a duck want?" commented the duck.

"Oh. That's nice," said the bartender. Then he said
to the second duck, "Hi. And what's your name?"

"Dewey," came the answer from duck number two.

"So how's your day been, Dewey?" he asked.

"Great. Lovely day. I had a ball too! Been in and
out of puddles all day myself.

If I had the chance another day I would do the same
again!" said the duck in reply.

So the bartender turned to the third duck and said,

"So, you must be Louie!?"

"No," growls the third duck, "my name is Puddles.
And don't even ask what kind of day I've had!"

What the duck

Quack!!!!