Purple Box

Dry Joke

• There once was a kid named Fred
• He was walking in the park when a hobo screamed, "PURPLE BOX!!!"
• This perturbed Fred greatly, regardless he shouldered his bag and went to school.
• Fred: "Teacher? What's Purple Box?"
• Teacher: "Don't you EVER say that again in my class! I'm sending you to the principal's office right now!"
• Fred was sent to the office.
• Principal: "Why was your teacher mad at you, son?"
• Fred: "I duno, I only asked her about the Purple Box."
• Principal: "WHAT?!? That's it, mister! I'm sending you home!"
• Fred: "Wha--?"
• The prinicpal immediately called Fred's home, and after a heated exchange of words ten minutes later he was packed into the back of his mother's carten minutes on the way home.
• Mom: "Why was the Principal mad at you?"
• Fred: "I told him about a Purple Box."
• Mom: No more nonsense, Freddy. Tell me what you said."
• Fred: (staring blankly at his mother) "I asked him about the Purple Box."
• Mom: "This is the the limit Fred!! You're going to have to explain yourself to your father."
• Fred is now at home sitting next to his father.
• Dad: "Why is your mom so miffed today, son?"
• Fred: "I asked her about the Purple Box."
• Ded:"... Okay. You need help. I'm sending you to military school in the summer."
• It is now summertime, and Fred has been shipped off to Wellington Academy.
• Sergeant: "Private Fred! Why were you sent here?"
• Fred: "I told my parents, my principal, and my teacher about the Purple Box, sir!"
• Sergeant: "Alright, with that mouth, I'm kicking you out of the military school and sending you back home WITHOUT a ride!"
• Fred: "But my house is twenty miles away!"
• Sergeant: "I guess you'll be walking!"
• Fred leaves and is now a hobo himself.
• Fred sees the same hobo, that jumped out and yelled, "Purple Box", kicking a tree.
• Fred goes over and talks to the hobo.
• Fred: "Excuse me? What does a Purple Box mean? I've been getting into trouble for saying it."
• Hobo: "I knew you'd be back for more. If you wanna find out? Meet me on that bench tomorrow at 7:30 and I'll tell you."
• It is the next day, and Fred is across the street from the bench. He sees the hobo sitting on it and glances at his watch. 7:30.
• He runs across the street to meet up with the hobo, until he gets hit by a truck.
• The moral of the story? Always look both ways before you cross.