10/23/2025 from Daily Jokes
#21350
Once upon a time, in a town where chaos had a subscription service, lived two pint-sized troublemakers—8-year-old Timmy and 10-year-old Tommy. If something exploded, vanished, or suddenly started singing show tunes, you could bet your last cookie these two were behind it. Their parents? Totally out of ideas—and sanity.
Desperate, Mom heard about a local clergyman who’d tamed wild kids like they were feral raccoons with a stern look and a well-timed “Ahem.” She booked an emergency appointment.
The good reverend insisted on seeing the boys one at a time. First up: Timmy, age 8, fresh off a recent incident involving glitter, a garden hose, and the neighbor’s poodle.
The clergyman leaned in, eyes sharp enough to slice cheese, and boomed:
“Where is God?”
Silence.
He leaned closer, voice now echoing like thunder in a tin can:
“WHERE… IS… GOD?”
Still nothing. Just Timmy sweating like he’d been caught smuggling marshmallows into church.
So the clergyman stood up, pointed a finger like it was the business end of a divine laser pointer, and bellowed:
“WHERE IS GOD???”
Timmy didn’t wait for round four. He shot out of that room faster than a Wi-Fi signal in a thunderstorm, raced home, and dove into the closet like it was a panic room.
Tommy followed, curious. “Dude,” he whispered through the coats, “what happened?”
Timmy, wide-eyed and trembling, gasped:
“We are SO busted. They’ve lost God… and they think we took Him!”
