How about The Three Stooges as mailmen! That would have been hilarious. Especially, Curly trying to deliver a parcel to the door of a house. Talk about going postal!
Well, we'll find out in FAIL CALL, where are heroes are indeed mailmen... all jammed into the same truck!
Naturally, the short opens with the boys sleeping... in the back of a mail truck, but we'll skip that scene for one in the truck.
Larry: Move over. I can't see to drive!
Moe: Whoever hoid of a steering wheel on the right!
Curly: Queen Elizabet!
Moe: Queen Elizabeth, you say?
Moe: *holds a fist* You see that?
Moe: Well! *moves fist back, hits Larry, moves fist forward, hits Curly in the forehead*
Larry: Ow! *bangs head on door and loses consciousness*
Curly: Oh! Why you!
Moe: You lamebrain! I oughta!
Curly: Hey, don't look now, but I think we're about to be killed! *sees oncoming semi-truck*
Moe: Look out!
Later on, our boys are making their first delivery of the shift.
Moe: Now remember: the evens go in one pile, and the odds go in the other.
Larry: *Looks at mail*
Moe: Superstitious, eh? *eye poke*
Moe: Curly, the mail always goes to the house on the right!
Moe: Nitwit! I said the right! The right!
Curly: *points to the right, which is Moe's left*
Moe: *starts crying* Larry, this idiot won't listen to me!
Larry: Oh, playing tough, eh?
Curly: Moe said the mail goes to the house on the right!
Larry: Well, uh... the right is straight down the street. So we'll go until there's a house that way.
Moe: Boy, am I dumb. *looks at Curly* He's a clever imbecile. What's with the one pile?
Curly: You said "the evens go in one pile, and the odds go in the other."
Curly: It was all even! No bumps or anything!
Moe: You idiot! I meant even numbers and odd numbers! Remind me to kill you later!
Curly: I'll make a note of it. Have you got a pen?
Moe: I changed my mind! I'll do it now!
Curly: Not that! *gets bonked with a package, which flies out the back into the street* Why you!
Moe: Nyah! *ducks, more mail flies out the back* That one was lost in transit!
Making a delivery
Symona: Oh, the mailman! Is any postage due?
Larry: Lady, the package ain't wet, and we're all men!
Symona: No, do I owe you any money.
Larryy: Nah! Lady, this one's on the house.
Symona: What do you mean?
Larry: Well... *looks on the roof*
Symona: You blithering idiots! I'll tell your manager about this!
Larry: Lady, don't *gets door shut on nose* Ouch!