Wrong Number, Right Chaos

One day, a husband telephones his wife, but his daughter answers...

"Hello!"

"Hey, honey, this is Daddy. Is Mummy near the phone?"

"No, Daddy, she's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Jake."

"But you don't have an Uncle Jake, sweetie..."

"Uh, yes, I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mummy right now."

The Request

"Okay, honey, I need you to go near the bedroom and shout, 'Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway,' and then come back and call me."

The Aftermath

A few minutes later, the daughter calls back.

"I did it, Daddy."

"Well, what happened?"

"Mummy got scared, started running around, tripped, and hit her head on the corner of the bed. Now she isn't moving."

"Oh my gosh! And what about Uncle Jake?"

"He got scared too, jumped out of the window into the swimming pool, but he forgot you took out the water yesterday. Now he's lying still and screaming."

The Twist

"Wait a minute—our house doesn't have a swimming pool..."

"Oh, then you probably called the wrong number, mister.


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