There’s a woman who gets a job at the Muppet factory. This is during the 1990s, so all they’re making are those Tickle-Me-Elmo dolls. They’re creepy—you tickle them and they laugh. Kids love them.
This woman works quietly all of her first week, largely unsupervised. She just quietly does her thing on the assembly line—she is the last step, so she usually ends up with a pile of dolls to finish, then heads home at the end of her shift.
It’s the end of her first week now, and her manager is checking her work. He doesn’t like what he sees. Apparently, these Elmo dolls aren’t going to be any good for kids anywhere. She’s been making them anatomically correct.
He laments: “No, I said two test tickles!”
Ugh.