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From the files of the discerning and astute Revenoor...

Rrriiiiinnnnggg, rrriiiinnnngg,

“Hello?"

"Hi honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?"

“No, Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul."

After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't
got an Uncle Paul."

“Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy,
right now.”

Brief Pause.

“Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone
down on the table, run upstairs And knock on the bedroom
door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into
the driveway.”

“Okay, Daddy. Just a minute.”

A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone:
“I did it, Daddy.”

“And what happened, honey?” He asked.

“Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no
clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped
over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she
isn't moving at all!”

“Oh my God! What about your Uncle Paul?”

“He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He
was all scared and he jumped out of the back window and
into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that
you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the
bottom of the pool and I think he's dead.”

Long Pause

Longer Pause

Even Longer Pause.

Then Daddy says, “Swimming pool? Is this 486-5731?”

"No, I think you have the wrong number..."
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