Scary Story - Night of the Living Democrats

We begin our story at the White House. President Bush is signing some very important Presidential bills with his crayons. Condi is nearby. She gets up to get some coffee, she thinks to herself "Something is wrong, I need to get back to my husb... I mean the President". She then hears some scratching at the window, she sees what it is, and the window breaks as the outstretched arms of Nancy Pelosi grab her...

Bush, finished with his bills, becomes concerned. He can't find Condi anywhere to tuck him in for bed. He leaves the White House and finds Karl Rove and William Kristol outside. Bush says "What's up?", Karl Rove replies with "We can't find Dick anywhere, we think THEY got him." Bush says "Who?" William Kristol says "It was the Democrats, they're here", and right on cue John Conyers comes running at full speed, grabs Kristol, takes him into the darkness, and then Bush and Rove hear Kristol scream "NOOO!!! NOT THAT!!! NOT A SUBPOENA!!!" Bush and Rove scream like babies for about 15 seconds before they run away.

Now it's YOUR turn. What happens next during the Night of the Living Democrats?

They huddle together in the lobby, shaking like leaves on a tree during a windy day. Suddenly.. the power goes out. Whimpering, the two men futily look around, but nothing could be seen as it was pitch black.

"Wait here Mr. President." Rove said, "I am going to see if I can find some flashlights or something.

"No!! Don't go!! Don't leave me here alone!!" Bush pleas.

But Rove has already gone.

Rove blindly makes his way through a hallway, all the time thinking to himself, "What have I done? Where did I go wrong? I must have failed at something to keep them placated but WHAT?"
Feeling on the walls, he continues to make his way down the hallway. Suddenly he hears a noise... a sort of scratching, shuffling noise. Rove stopped, drawing a short breath. "Who's there?" He called out, his voice trembling. But alas, no response. His heart pounding he continued to make his way down the hall. Heh, it's just his imagination, it was nothing just an overactive mind. But then given the circumstances, he wasn't so sure.

A few moments later he heard the noise again. He suddenly stopped. He felt cold. Something was there!!! His heart pounding, his hands sweaty, he slowly turned around. But he couldn't see anything it was too dark!!!

Suddenly.... Someone grabbed him!! He let out a shriek!!! Oh and it was such a shriek!! He tried to fight his attacker but to no avail. It was no sooner than he had been grabbed that he was the prisoner of some beast. It suddenly shoved him into a room. Rove turned around and screamed in horror!!! No it couldn't be!! It isn't!!! It's... It's... AL GORE!!!

Meanwhile, back in the lobby Bush heard his advisor screaming like a girl. "Shit!! It's over!! It's all over now!! They got us all." And with that he put his face in his hands and started weeping uncontrollably..


Blue

..."You have a right to remain silent," said the Special Prosecutor. "All that you say can and will be used against you. If you do not have an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state."

"Does that include a call to my D-D-D-Daddy?" the prisoner said with half-smirk.

The new Congress, led by Democrats, had convened, swore allegiance to the Constitution of the United States, and began doing their duties. From the outset, they investigated the more corrupt elements of the Bush badministration. There were so many corrupt elements, that they had to triage, both in suspects, criminality and treason.

So they started at the top, with Sneer. Then Skull. And here was Smirk, ready for interrogation, as signed into law only two months earlier.

Frog-marching him down a hall to a special sub-basement under the East Wing, the Special Prosecutor and sat him on a small stool in the middle of a barren room. A single white light shone in eyes that looked like those of a monkey.

Like a crazy monkey, he looked around. He saw the ceiling, walls and floor were made of concrete. The floor was slightly angled, leading to a grated drain in one corner. Along one wall was a stainless steel table. On it were several dozen sharp knives, tonged extractors and miscellaneous saws.

A stainless steel table, hinged at the middle, was along another wall.

"Heh heh heh. Thass jus' like a tiltie-totter."

A large tub of water was at one end, near a large roll of plastid wrap and a jumbo box of plastic garbage bags. It began to dawn on him.

The giggling mass-murderer felt himself begin faint, like he always did when remembering those kids read "My Pet Goat." But now, it was different. Now, the situation was one where it was only him and his own wits. And he was totally outgunned.

"POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPY!"

little devils! :rofl: