It was tea-time in the pad, and the air hung heavy in thick blue folds as the beat bunch and their tourist friends lit up. Suddenly, a loud voice in the hall demanded that they open the door in the name of legality. The smokers frantically gathered their still-smoking weeds and stuffed them in the cuckoo clock. The police entered, searched diligently, found nothing and left.

The bunch breathed a sigh of relief and made for the cuckoo clock just as the clock's hands announced three A.M. The little door popped open, the bird poked his head out and said, "Heyyyy mannnn, what time is it?"