The chicken wanted to go out on a Saturday night but could not find a sitter.

What do they do with the kids?

They decided to CARTON them around.

I didn't realize how bad of a driver I was until my navigation system said:

"IN 400 FEET, DO A SLIGHT RIGHT, STOP, AND LET ME OUT."

After crossing the road, the chicken goes up to James Bond and asks him, "What's your name?"

"Bond, James Bond. What is yours?"

"Ken, Chick Ken."

I thought the dryer shrank my clothes...

Turns out it was the refrigerator.