C, E-flat and G go into a bar. The bartender says “sorry, but we don’t serve minors.” So, E-flat leaves, and C and G have an open fifth between them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and G is out. F comes in and tries to augment the situation but is not sharp enough. D comes in and heads for the bathroom saying, “Excuse me. I’ll just be a second.” Then A comes in, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and says, “Get out! You’re the seventh minor I’ve found in this bar tonight.” E-flat comes back the next night in a three-piece suit with nicely shined shoes.
The bartender says, “you’re looking sharp tonight. Come on in, this could be a major development.” Sure enough, E-flat takes off his suit and everything else and is au naturel. Eventually C sobers up and realizes in horror that he’s under a rest. C is brought to trial, found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of D.S. without Coda at an upscale correctional facility.
It’s been suggested I be careful about posting mode-related puns, as some haven’t studied music theory. You don’t want to Aeolianate those who don’t get the jokes. That could cause a minor riff (naturally)! One guy got so annoyed with me that he slammed the Dorian right in my face, leaving me out in the Phrygian cold.