🔔 Dead Ringer

Quasimodo needs a new apprentice to ring the cathedral bell. The job sounds simple: pull the rope, get out of the way. What could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

The first applicant yanks the rope, stands there admiring his work, and gets launched out of the tower. The crowd gathers below. Someone shouts: "Does anyone know this man's name?" Quasimodo shakes his head. "I don't know his name," he says, "but his face rings a bell."

The next day, a second man shows up. "That was my brother who died yesterday," he tells Quasimodo. "Our family really needs the money. Please let me take over the job."

Quasimodo warns him — same rope, same bell, same rule: pull it and move. "Just leave it to me, boss!"

He pulls the rope. Stands still. Bell swings back. He goes flying.

The crowd gathers again. "Does anyone know who this man is?"

Quasimodo sighs. "I don't know his name either, but he's a dead ringer for his brother."