Search team
A man phoned home from a business trip and his son answered. "Hi, Billy. I need to talk to Mommy for a minute, and then I'll talk to you."

To Dad's surprise, Billy whispered, "No."

"No? Well, is Mommy there?"

"Yes."

"May I speak with her?"

"No."

"Oh, is there someone else there?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"The policeman."

Now concerned, dad asked, "May I please speak with the policeman?"

"No. He's busy, too."

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Mommy and the fireman."

Growing frantic, he heard what sounded like a helicopter in the background. "Billy, what's that noise?"

"A hopper-chopper," whispered the child.

"Billy, exactly what is going on there?" asked the alarmed father.

"It's the search team."

"Search team? What are they searching for?"

Still whispering, young Billy replied with a muffled giggle, "Me!"