Slapstick Humor Examples Novels & Stories

He was trying to stifle his laughter, and finally, he busted into laughter making me more annoyed. "What's funny huh?" I asked in anger, hurling my slipper at him but he swerved, and then I left the room in anger.

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..." His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. He butchers the familiar tune of "Hush Little Baby," turning it into a comedic masterpiece. I feel a snicker rising up my throat, and before I know it, I'm giggling. The pain is still there, but Javier's atrocious singing is the absurd distraction I need. I laugh until tears stream down my face, my body shaking with mirth. Javier, oblivious to his own lack of musical talent, continues to sing with gusto, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me. "You're ridiculous." She says. "You're smiling." I respond. She gives me that warm look again and I wonder what's going through her mind at this moment. "You got any other ones?" She asks and I wrack my brain for any other dad jokes. "Um... The circus lion ate the clown but didn't finish." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Because he tasted funny." I respond and Harper chuckles again. "More." She teases, but I just shrug.

He let out a short, hollow laugh, the kind a person made when the joke was on them. "Got it." The light behind his eyes went out, like a star falling from the sky.

I held up a hand, wheezing between laughter and trying to breathe. “I’m—okay—oh my God—that’s priceless.” He hovered over me, still tense. “You sure you didn’t hit your head?” I waved him off, clutching my stomach as tears streamed down my cheeks. “I’m fine but I'm sure your not.” I wheezed between fits of laughter "So you’re telling me she actually slapped you with your own money? That is… the funniest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” Lucian didn’t look nearly as amused. His jaw tightened, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting not to smile.

Soft taps, almost gentle, like he was testing them rather than actually punishing himself. That part finished me completely. It was the funniest thing ever — a grown man giving himself baby slaps as a “punishment.” If he had slapped himself properly? Maybe I would have considered it entertainment. LOL. But this? Please!!!!!! Just spare me that bullshit. I bit back a laugh. If he wanted to look ridiculous, he didn’t need my help.

Each joke built on the last until Laura nearly choked on a french fry, and they had to pause the laughter long enough to make sure she didn't actually die. Once she caught her breath, the four of them dissolved into uncontrollable giggles again, tears rolling down their cheeks, the kind of laughter that made your ribs ache and your face hurt. For a moment, Sloane thought—yeah, this was exactly what she needed. No overthinking, no heartbreak. Just fries, friends, and Britney.

Amidst our fits of laughter, we struggle to regain our composure as Lily valiantly attempts to rise. “Ahhh why does it have to be this freshly mopped ground!” Blaming the slippery floor between bursts of laughter, Lily finds solace in the explanation for her unexpected fall. Another maid, perhaps a little too eager to assist, rushes to her aid, only to find herself succumbing to the treacherous floor as well. Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter.