They are busy

A salesman is trying to call a client. The phone rings and a little boy, in a whisper, says, `Hello'.

Salesman: `Is your mommy there?'

Boy: (whisper) `Yes'.

Salesman: `Can I speak to her?'

Boy: (whisper) `She's busy.'

Salesman: `Is your daddy there?'

Boy: (whisper) `Yes.'

Salesman: `Can I speak to him?'

Boy: (whisper) `He's busy.'

Salesman: `Is there anyone else there?'

Boy: (whisper) `The fire department.'

Salesman: `Can I talk to one of them?'

Boy: (whisper) `They're busy.'

Salesman: `Is there anybody else there?'

Boy: (whisper) `The police department.'

Salesman: `Well, can I talk to one of them?'

Boy: (whisper) `They're busy.'

Salesman: `Let me get this straight, your mother, your father, the fire department and the police department are all in your house, and they're all busy. What are they doing?'

Boy: (whisper) `They're looking for me.'

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