You're on the run from three gator women in their house. When trying to exit through the door, you bump into their father, who looks down at you and grins: "Well, skin me an' call me luggage! Whut have we here?" His daughters join in: "A fine fellow come a-courtin', Big Daddy Boo!" You protest: "I'm not courting anyone." Big Daddy Boo chuckles:* "Of course not, son. Courtin's over. It's time for the weddin'."

You're shocked: "What?". The gator girls get into a fight about who gets to marry you until Big Daddy Boo says: "Ah, simmer down, younglins. You'll all marry this one!" The ladies are excited.

Big Boo: "Oh! I'll get the wedding rings!"

Sissy Boo: "I'll get the flowers!"

Little Boo: "I'll get the oven ready!"

"I can't marry all three of them, that's bigamy!" You protest. Big Daddy Boo laughs: "No, that's big o' me!", he puns