The real Dick and Jane
See Jane. See Jane run. Run, Ja-
Jane stepped out of the book, into a room of horrified kindergartens.
"Maybe I don't wanna run! Did you brats ever think of that?"
The children started to cry as Dick stepped out.
"And DICK! What kind of name is that? I get laughed at by every middle school boy in the world thanks to that name! CALL ME RICHARD, YOU F***ERS!"
The children were now bawling hysterically, but some stopped as Spot jumped out.
"You think your name is bad, Richard. What about Spot? They could've given me a better name then that!"
Jane pulled Di- oops, Richard and Spot aside.
"We need to do something about all this."
The three of them huddled and whispered, formulating a plan.
"I've got it!"
The children, a bit happier now that they had moved on to play time, turned and stared.
"A politically correct version of Dick and Jane, Now called-" Jane pulled out a book with a flourish. "Richard, Jane, and Bart the third."
The book went to the presses, and started the most literate of all the generations of man.
Author's note- I know it was stupid. R&R, feel free to flame.
I have no idea who owns Dick and Jane, but I certainly don't.