Saturday morning 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, Sweetie!"

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

"Really! Okay, Baby I need you to do something very important for me. Put down the phone, run upstairs, knock very hard on the bedroom door, and scream to Mommy and Uncle Frank that my car just pulled into the driveway."

"Okay, Daddy!"

Several minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone, "Daddy, I did what you said, but now you have to help me!"

"What happened Honey?"

"Well, I heard Mommy start running around and screaming, then she opened the door and she was naked and she pushed Uncle Frank out of the room. Then she started to run back to her closet, but she tripped on the rug and hit her head on the dresser. Daddy, she's bleeding and not breathing."

"Oh my God... and what about Uncle Frank?"

"Mommy pushed him out the bedroom door and he didn't have any clothes on either. I think he wanted to go swimming cause he ran out the back door and jumped into the swimming pool.

Daddy, I don't think he knows you took out all the water to clean it. He's in the bottom of the swimming pool and he isn't moving or answering me, even when I yelled very loud that Mommy needs help."

There is a long pause, then Bob says, "Swimming pool? Is this 985-4739?"