Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
After a shipwreck, three men are able to get their lifeboat to a deserted island: A Native American, a Japanese guy, and an Iowa farm boy. They realize their predicament, so they immediately decide they need to delegate who will handle which task.
The Indian says, "My family was very traditional. I was taught the old ways of hunting, fishing, and trapping from before the arrival of the white man. I can provide us with fish and game to eat every day." It was agreed he should be the one to do so.
The Iowa kid, having farmed all his life, says that he can cultivate anything, and will take care of the other food needs. He had to be a handyman on the farm, too, so he and the Native American should be able to make a fine shelter. It is agreed.
The Japanese fella admits he grew up in a high-rise apartment in Tokyo, and worked as a purchasing agent for a large company; this is all new to him. He doesn't know what he has to offer. The other two think for a minute, and one says, "Well, I guess you'll be in charge of supplies." Again, all agree.
They build a stout little shelter and bed down for the night. In the morning, they wake to find the Japanese guy gone. Days, weeks, months go by and they never see even a trace of him. Having to find the stuff they need on their own, which was supposed to be his job, has them a little miffed but they get by and worry about him. What happened to him? Is he alive?
More than a year passes when a Navy plane flies over while the Native American is spearfishing in the lagoon. The pilot signals that he's seen him. He and the farm boy are filled with hope and renew the search for their Asian friend, to no avail. Two days later, they see a lifeboat with white-clad Navy seamen coming towards the beach, and start to head down the well-travelled path to the shore. Rescue is imminent!
Just before they get to the beach, the Japanese guy, clothes tattered and looking much the worse for wear, jumps out from behind a tree and shouts at them like it's a birthday party:
"SUPPLIES!"
The Indian says, "My family was very traditional. I was taught the old ways of hunting, fishing, and trapping from before the arrival of the white man. I can provide us with fish and game to eat every day." It was agreed he should be the one to do so.
The Iowa kid, having farmed all his life, says that he can cultivate anything, and will take care of the other food needs. He had to be a handyman on the farm, too, so he and the Native American should be able to make a fine shelter. It is agreed.
The Japanese fella admits he grew up in a high-rise apartment in Tokyo, and worked as a purchasing agent for a large company; this is all new to him. He doesn't know what he has to offer. The other two think for a minute, and one says, "Well, I guess you'll be in charge of supplies." Again, all agree.
They build a stout little shelter and bed down for the night. In the morning, they wake to find the Japanese guy gone. Days, weeks, months go by and they never see even a trace of him. Having to find the stuff they need on their own, which was supposed to be his job, has them a little miffed but they get by and worry about him. What happened to him? Is he alive?
More than a year passes when a Navy plane flies over while the Native American is spearfishing in the lagoon. The pilot signals that he's seen him. He and the farm boy are filled with hope and renew the search for their Asian friend, to no avail. Two days later, they see a lifeboat with white-clad Navy seamen coming towards the beach, and start to head down the well-travelled path to the shore. Rescue is imminent!
Just before they get to the beach, the Japanese guy, clothes tattered and looking much the worse for wear, jumps out from behind a tree and shouts at them like it's a birthday party:
"SUPPLIES!"
