It's Saturday morning and Bob's just about to set off on a round of golf
when he realizes that he forgot to tell his wife that the guy who fixes the
washing machine is coming around at noon. So Bob heads back to the clubhouse
and phones home.

"Hello?" says a little girl's voice.

"Hi, honey, it's Daddy," says Bob. "Is Mommy near the phone?"

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

After a brief pause, Bob says, "But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!"

"Yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mommy!"

"Okay, then. Here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and
knock on the bedroom door and shout in to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my
car's just pulled up outside the house."

"Okay, Daddy!" A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.
"Well, I did what you said, Daddy."

"And what happened?"

"Well, Mommy jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming,
then she tripped over the rug and went out the front window and now she's
all dead."

"Oh, my God! What about Uncle Frank?"

"He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too, and he was all scared and he
jumped out the back window into the swimming pool. But he must have forgot
that last week you took out all the water to clean it, so he hit the bottom
of the swimming pool and now he's dead too."

There is a long pause.

"Swimming pool? Is this 854-7039?"