A flea had oiled up his little flea legs and his little flea arms, spread on its blanket, and was proceeding to soak up the Miami sunshine when who should stumble by on the beach but Oscar, an old flea friend of his.
"Oscar, what happened to you?" asked the flea, because Oscar looked terrible, wrapped up in a blanket, nose running, eyes red, and his teeth chattering.
"I got a ride down here in some guy's mustache, and he came down here by motorcycle. I nearly froze my nuts off," wheezed Oscar.
"Let me give you a tip, old pal," said the first flea, spreading some more suntan oil on his shoulders. "You go to the stewardess lounge at the airport, see, and you get up on the toilet seat, and when an Air Florida stewardess comes in to take a leak, you hop on for a nice warm ride. Got it?"
So you can imagine the flea's surprise when, a month or so later, while stretched out all warm and comfortable on the beach, who should he see but Oscar - looking more chilled and miserable than before.
"Listen," said Oscar, "I did everything you said. I made it to the stewardess lounge and waited till a really cute one came in, and made a perfect landing and got so warm and cozy that I dozed right off."
"And so?" asked the first flea.
"And so the next thing I know, I'm on the guy's mustache again!"