A man dressed head-to-toe in a realistic frog costume hopped into a busy downtown bank. He bypassed the queues and marched straight up to the counter, locking eyes with a loan officer named Patricia Whack.
“Hello, Patricia,” the man said, adjusting his webbed mask. “I need to secure a personal loan for $50,000.”
Patricia blinked, completely bewildered. “Sir, you’re in a frog costume.”
“Yes, well, let me explain,” the man replied smoothly. “My name is Kermit Jagger, and my father is none other than Mick Jagger. I also happen to know your branch manager, Mr. Jones, incredibly well. I’m positive he will approve my request.”
Patricia sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jagger, but fifty grand is an exceptionally large sum. Without a stellar credit history, we absolutely require some form of collateral to issue a loan of that size.”
Without missing a beat, the man reached deep into his green pocket, pulled out a tiny, shiny porcelain elephant, and placed it gently on the counter. “Will this do?”
Patricia stared at the tiny figurine. “Please wait here while I consult with the manager.”
The Manager’s Office
Patricia marched into the back office, slammed the porcelain elephant onto the manager’s desk, and threw her hands up in the air.
“Mr. Jones, you won’t believe what’s happening out there,” Patricia gasped. “There’s a man dressed as a giant frog in the lobby. He claims his father is Mick Jagger and is demanding a $50,000 loan. When I asked for collateral, he handed me this little elephant figurine! I mean, seriously, what even is this thing?!”
Mr. Jones looked at the figurine, looked at Patricia, and burst into a massive grin. He cleared his throat and sang out cheerfully:
“It’s a knickknack, Patty Whack, give the frog a loan. His old man’s a rolling stone!”
