Once upon a time there were three little boys who lived in a hippie commune with their mom. She had not enough to keep them, so she sent them off to seek their fortune.
The three boys wandered for days and eventually found themselves in a big city with bright lights, loud noises and lots of yellow cars. They quickly decided that they wanted to live the high life – as in they wanted to live in really tall skyscrapers.
The first boy encountered a man carrying lots of straw and said, “Please sir, give me your straw so I may build the best home this city has ever seen.” The man thought the little boy was so cute, he handed all his straw away.
The boy built in Central Park, thinking the house would blend into the scenery. One day, a tall, menacing-looking man in a suit stopped by. He called himself an Investment Banker from Wall Street.
The Investment Banker knocked and said, “Little boy, little boy, let me come in.”
“No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin” the boy replied.
The Investment Banker yelled back, “Then I’ll huff and puff and I’ll blow your house in!” And he blew the boy’s house down and ate him.
The second boy encountered an old lady on the Upper East Side carrying lots of clay in a bag that said “Michaels.” “Please miss, I need your clay to make the tallest home in this town.” The elderly woman was reminded of her own grandson and gave the clay away.
The boy built in Chelsea. Pretty soon, he received a knock on his door from the same, scary Investment Banker.
“Little boy, little boy, let me come in.”
“No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and puff and I’ll blow your house in!” And he blew the boy’s house down and ate him.
The third boy
spent time networking with the parents on the Lower East Side. He used his
charm and wilderness skills to convince everyone to let him build a high rise
downtown.
A year later, the boy lived in a skyscraper where he could see the tops of all the other buildings. He noticed that the little dogs looked even littler.
The Investment Banker rang the boy’s fancy doorbell, “Little boy, little boy, let me come in.”
A year later, the boy lived in a skyscraper where he could see the tops of all the other buildings. He noticed that the little dogs looked even littler.
The Investment Banker rang the boy’s fancy doorbell, “Little boy, little boy, let me come in.”
“No, no! Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
“Then I’ll huff and puff and I’ll blow your house in!”
The boy was young, but he knew that even the most intimidating Investment Bankers could not move a building with their breath. So the boy watched as the Investment Banker exhaled – all stayed still but the pigeon feathers on the street.
But the Investment Banker was tricky and climbed up the fire escape to look for a way inside.
The boy saw this and was reminded of the movie Home Alone, so he set up a bunch of booby traps on the roof.
When the Investment Banker reached the top he tripped on the booby traps KABLAM and fell through the skylight, landing on a pile of fake dollar bills.
The little boy took the Investment Banker to jail for embezzlement and lived as a happy hippie for ever after.
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