Jongleurs, The G and The B's baaaa-d jokes . . . .

Yesterday, out and about in the car . . . .
Or as I've started calling it, Jongleurs. This is because it has become The B&G's preferred place for testing out their jokes.
Humour - good, bad or just plain awful - is becoming important around here. In the main, The G's gags are rather more sophisticated than her brother's.
Take this latest routine, for instance:
THE G: "What colour's a hiccup?"
THE B: "I don't know, what colour is a hiccup?"
Deliberate pause for comic effect.
THE G (chortling): "Burple!"
Cue uncontrollable laughter from the back seat.
The G waited until order had been restored before resuming her routine:
THE G: "Where do cow astronauts go to?"
THE B: "I don't know, where do cow astronauts go to?"
THE G: "The Moooooo-n."
Further hilarity . . . .
Things deteriorated from this point, in the main due to the fact that The B decided to test out his own brand of alternative humour.
This involved him taking all The G's best bovine-themed jokes and replacing the cows with sheep. That he didn't think to amend the punchlines meant that these fell rather flat.
For instance:
Q) Where do sheep astronauts go to?
A) The Moooooo-n.
Unimpressed, The G just sat and shook her head.
"It's just a joke," The B said in his defence. You could have fooled me.
To close his routine The B attempted to adapt the following favourite:
Q) Where do cows go on holiday?
A) Moo York.
His version (this not well received):
Q) Where do sheep go on holiday?
A) Baa-America.
The G began to heckle at this point.
Personally, I'd have gone for Baa-bados . . . .