My story begins back in nineteen-dickity-two. We had to say ‘dickity’ cause the kaiser had stolen our word ‘twenty’. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickity-six miles.— Grampa
Jay Sherman: (to Rainier Wolfcastle) Hey nudnick, your shoe's untied.
Ranier Wolfcastle: From here, they appear to be tied, but I will go in for a closer look. (Sherman calls for a taxi and leaves) (hours later) On closer inspection, these are loafers.