They’re looking for me.

A lawyer is trying to call his clients. The phone rings and their little boy, in a whisper, says, “Hello.”
Lawyer: “Is your mommy there?”
Boy: (whisper) “Yes.”
Lawyer: “Can I speak with her?”
Boy: (whisper) “She’s busy.”
Lawyer: “Is your daddy there?”
Boy: (whisper) “Yes.”
Lawyer: “Can I speak with him?”
Boy: (whisper) “He’s busy.”
Lawyer: “Is there anyone else there?”
Boy: (whisper) “The fire department.”
Lawyer: “Can I talk to one of them?”
Boy: (whisper) “They’re busy.”
Lawyer: “Is there anybody ELSE there?”
Boy: (whisper) “The police department.”
Lawyer: “Well, can I talk to one of THEM?”
Boy: (whisper) “They’re busy.”
Lawyer: “Let me get this straight, your mother,
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.”