There where once two brothers called William and Wayne. Will was 12 years old and his little brother was 3.
The neighbors noticed they always went around together, if William went down to the ballpark, his little brother would toddle along behind him, even if the game was a bit rough, and when Wayne went to playgroup, his elder brother would come too, and sit there with all the toddlers.
One neighbor thought this was really strange, so one day he leaned over the fence and asked the boys’ mother why they were so inseparable even though they had nothing in common.
“Well,” the mother replied, “didn’t you know? ‘Where there’s a Will there’s a Wayne.'”
Bonus Pun:
Why were the Indians here first? They had reservations.