When You Call The Wrong 911

"991, Clowns of America, honk honk, what seems to be the problem?"

"Hello, police? I am on the side of a cliff, doing some rock climbing, but all of my gear fell down so I'm stuck!"

"Wowee! What the predicament! Dispatching the clown car to your location, honk honk."

"Wait what-"

five minutes later

faintly "Hey! I see him up there!"

"Wait you guys aren't the police! You're clowns!"

twenty more climb out of the clown car

"Stay there, sir! We're constructing a clown ladder, honk honk!"

"Please, no! I'd rather stay up here!"

"No need to panic! We just need a few more clowns!"

another clown car pulls up and fifty more clowns come out, tripping over each other