Mommy will play, when Daddy's away

“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,
‘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?”

“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 Gosh!!! 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 201-486-5731?”

“No, I think you have the wrong number.”