Chapter 11 - Click on the cute picture of the fairy Iverson to the right of this post to read the beginning of the story.
And so began the ill-fated invasion of Trump Tower.
Helicopter pilot Leo Burk was first to report in. "No sign of Trump," he said, "I see only one terrorist - a strange man - Caucasian average height and build - with pronounced ears and nose, and a truly terrible toupee. Other terrorists are probably somewhere inside hiding. I'm now commencing hostage negotiations."
And with that Burk brought the bull horn to his face. "Ahoy, terrorist," he said, "you are completely surrounded. Resistance is futile." (He'd always wanted to say that.) "Place your weapons on the table slowly and walk over to the window. Keep your hands in plain sight at all times."
It took Donald Trump several minutes to realize that the man was talking to him. "I'm no terrorist, you Dunderhead," he said.
"What have you done with Trump?" asked Burk.
"I AM Trump," said DT and he started to explain that the terrorist in question had been sitting on his left ear, and was now buzzing around inside of a chalice on top of his computer, but realized that if he went that route someone might think he was crazy.
"How many of you are there?"
"All a mistake," whimpered Trump suddenly frightened by all the helicopters. "No threat to national security." Maybe he HAD overreacted.
"That's what they all say," said Burk. Why should I believe you, you sicko terrorist bastard?"
"But I'm the one who called you."
"If you think you're Donald Trump, you're eve more twisted, sick and misguided than I first gave you credit for. I'll give you ten minutes - five minutes to release DT and five minutes for you and your friends to give yourselves up - or else me and my pals here, well, we'll just teach you what it means to mess with the good old U. S. of A."
This is a work of fiction. (No Duh!)
And so began the ill-fated invasion of Trump Tower.
Helicopter pilot Leo Burk was first to report in. "No sign of Trump," he said, "I see only one terrorist - a strange man - Caucasian average height and build - with pronounced ears and nose, and a truly terrible toupee. Other terrorists are probably somewhere inside hiding. I'm now commencing hostage negotiations."
And with that Burk brought the bull horn to his face. "Ahoy, terrorist," he said, "you are completely surrounded. Resistance is futile." (He'd always wanted to say that.) "Place your weapons on the table slowly and walk over to the window. Keep your hands in plain sight at all times."
It took Donald Trump several minutes to realize that the man was talking to him. "I'm no terrorist, you Dunderhead," he said.
"What have you done with Trump?" asked Burk.
"I AM Trump," said DT and he started to explain that the terrorist in question had been sitting on his left ear, and was now buzzing around inside of a chalice on top of his computer, but realized that if he went that route someone might think he was crazy.
"How many of you are there?"
"All a mistake," whimpered Trump suddenly frightened by all the helicopters. "No threat to national security." Maybe he HAD overreacted.
"That's what they all say," said Burk. Why should I believe you, you sicko terrorist bastard?"
"But I'm the one who called you."
"If you think you're Donald Trump, you're eve more twisted, sick and misguided than I first gave you credit for. I'll give you ten minutes - five minutes to release DT and five minutes for you and your friends to give yourselves up - or else me and my pals here, well, we'll just teach you what it means to mess with the good old U. S. of A."
This is a work of fiction. (No Duh!)
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