Jesus was making his customary rounds of Heaven when he came upon St Peter at the Pearly Gates. He approached him and said, "Say, Pete, you've been at this for a long time now. Why don't you take a week off and go fishing?".

St Peter replied, "Oh, I'd like to, but then who'd watch the gates?"
Jesus volunteered to do it and asked what he had to do.

"Not much" replied Peter. "By the time they get here they've pretty much got their tickets punched. It's like Disneyland. Just keep them moving through the turnstyles and things will be fine." With that he picked up his tackle box and left.

Nothing happened for several days. Bored, Jesus fell asleep and when he awoke he saw an endless line of impatient people stretched out over the horizon. He quickly spotted the problem: a little gray haired old man was peering through the fence, refusing to come in.

"Come on in, old man. You're holding up the line," said Jesus.

"No, I'm not coming in until I know that my son is in there," replied the old man.

Humoring him, Jesus asked the old man what his son looked like.

"He's a good looking boy with nail holes in his hands and his feet," came the response.

Jesus stared at the old man and in a trembling voice asked, "Father?"

In an equally emotional voice, the old man answered, "Pinocchio?"