Duck Jokes Novels & Stories

Dy responded back, not backing down either. “Wait a minute. Are they still talking about faces or something else now ?” Aunt Aira asked while raising an eyebrow. “I am pretty sure they are talking about boy toys down there,” Aunt Joy chuckled. Yeah she was right. Soon they were having a verbal war on each other’s weiners. These two clowns. I swear. “ …. and your sausage is pi inches small,” I heard Jax growl as he pinched Dy’s tender side of his waist. “Oww,” Dy howled and frowned dangerously at a laughing Jax.

We had been working together for weeks now, and I had grown to trust him implicitly. Speaking of which, I suddenly remembered a silly joke my brother used to tell me when we were kids. "Hey, Claus, why did the chicken go to the doctor?" I asked, trying to stifle a grin. Claus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "I don't know, why?" he asked. I giggled. "Because it had fowl breath!" I exclaimed, bursting out laughing. Claus chuckled, shaking his head. "You're such a goofball," he said, smiling.

Duncan shrugged, trying to hold back his laughter. "The both of you are big bullies." Darin snorted, playfully. "Oh come on, we know you like it." Duncan said and we all burst out laughing.

His response only made Dan scoff, taking a large sip of his coke. "Donald duck." Kenny chirps, a wide smile on her face. Eli's expression was met with disgust, not impressed with the four-year olds suggestion. His face completely dropping with his voice stuttering, reminding me of a minion from despicable me as he shouted "What?" Dan choked on his drink, making us all laugh harder, even when we all thought we had gained our composure back, we hadn't. "Quack, quack bitch." Dan whispers lowly, so everyone but Kennedy could hear.

“ Cuckoo” “ Daffy” “ Lunkhead” “ Whacky” “ Zany” “ Loony” “ Kooky” “ Screwball” “ Half-baked” Hudson snapped. “ Inept” “ Daft” “ Dippy” “ Dotty” “ Birdbrain” Alvara snapped back. “ Chucklehead” “ Chowder head” “ Boobish” “ Airhead” “ Brain dead” “ Dense”

After being pointed out by Abe his eyes opened widely and he hurriedly defended himself. “No, I am not!” “Then what are you laughing at!” Abe exclaimed in indignation, rubbing his sore head with a gloomy expression on his face. “I was – I was – I was laughing at a worm dancing in the mud!” Jake blushed while sprouting the most incredulously worded nonsense anyone had ever heard. Frederick’s slammed his head into his hands with a sigh upon hearing his excuse, wondering whether Jack had a peanut for a brain. “At least he wasn’t making it obvious,” John defended his twin.

I just felt the wind hitting my face and focused my eyes on what we were passing. "Is that a swan?" I asked when an animal caught my attention. Zachary laughed. "No, baby. It's a duck." "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a frown, slightly annoyed. "Because you're so innocent," he said softly. I scoffed. "Don't fool me. You're thinking that I'm stupid, right?" "Oh, please, don't bite me again," he said; it was as if he was preventing me from doing that. "I already told you, I laughed because you're too cute in my mind."

He was in the middle of telling a joke about one of our partners who had once worn bathroom slippers to a grand meeting. "Okay, okay, okay—" Duncan said, waving his wine glass around dangerously as he continued his story. "So the man actually showed up to the meeting in slippers. Full suit, briefcase, and a cowboy hat.” "No—" Clara sat up slightly, horrified and laughing at the same time. "I'm telling you. Burgundy slippers. Like house slippers." Duncan continued to laugh in-between his jokes. "What did you do?" I asked. "What could I do? I shook his hand and pretended I didn't see it. The man had forty million on the table. He could have shown up in a bathrobe."

“A duck, you are a duck so you don't know anything uncle Alex!” “Heeeeey! What did I say, uh, what did I say about calling me uncle out in the open like that? What would the girls think?” “That you're old and annoying and cranky—” “Ugh, I can never win with you, god!” Jasmine laughs loud and squeezes my son soon more closer to her, laughing into his dark hair. “Oh dear, baby, let me tell you something.” He nods and turns to face her. “The only girls that Mr Ducky over there sees are the one's passing by in the hallway and at work. His actually g—”