This is a different version of one of my all time favourite jokes.

The phone rang, and a guy named Dave answered, calling for his buddy, Mike.

A tiny, breathless voice picked up. "Hello? Secret headquarters."

Dave chuckled. "Hey there, secret agent. Is your dad around?"

"No," the little boy said, his voice suddenly very serious. "He's in a top-level briefing with the fuzz."

"The fuzz? You mean the police?" Dave's heart did a little panic dance. "What's going on? Why are the police there?"

The boy's voice dropped to a hushed, dramatic whisper. "They're conducting a high-stakes search operation."

Dave's mind raced. He pictured stolen TVs, a missing pet, a... body. "Oh my god," he whispered back, playing along with the seriousness. "Just put your dad on the phone, buddy. It's really important."

"I can't," the boy whispered, the strain of his mission clear in his voice. "The perimeter is compromised. I'm in the tactical hiding position now."

Dave's voice was trembling. "Why can't you move? Who are they looking for?!"

There was a long pause, the silence broken only by the sound of a police radio faintly crackling in the background. Then, a mischievous giggle "Me!"