|
|
 ...and
so you have to be strong in what you believe, and steadfast, because people
like that in a leader. Now the short skirts are great, but I really think
you need to move towards greater cleavage. That's the future. Hey, could you
have one of your assistants get me a cheeseburger? All the way, baby. And
maybe a Red Bull. Red Bull gives you wings, just like the ad says. Speaking
of flying... |
 Oh,
Christ... What the hell is he doing on there? |
 Good
work for just a couple days notice, huh? The President said he wanted to be
on Katie Couric's final show, and the Snowman made it happen. But... I was
under the impression that he was going to be talking about immigration. |
 We've
got no choice but to take you into our confidence, Snow. That's not really
the President. |
 You
see, the real George Bush has been replaced by Jambi the Genie, who used his
magic powers to perform an ancient mind meld technique on him... |
|
WOW!!!
That is absolutely amazing! I guess that explains why the President acts so
different than the one I know from TV! I've never seen a president use so
much cocaine! And he can drink a bottle of... |
 We
thought it was a good idea when we set up the transfer... We thought we'd
end up with a more competent front man and a president who could grant us
magical wishes... |
|
But
the poll numbers are worse than ever. Jambi is getting out of control. And
the president hasn't learned to grant wish one. |
|
He
really seems to hate us now, but I think he'll get over if we can only
switch them back. |
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As
we speak, Reese Witherspoon is on a secret mission to bring us the one man
who can train George W Bush in the Way of the Genie. It's our only hope. |
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WOW!!!
Reese Witherspoon! You know, this has to be about the coolest job ever. If I
ever thought... |
 I
believe Ms Witherspoon is on her way in now. |
 Hi. |
|
Did
you find him, Reese? Did you find the one man that can teach the president
the secret of the Jambi Mind Meld? |
|
Sure.
He's coming in right behind me. Allow me to introduce Mr Paul Reubens. |
 Hello,
everybody. |
|
Oh.
My. God. |
 Bwah
hahahahahaha... |
|
WOW!!!
Peewee Herman! A pleasure to meet you, sir! |
 Heh,
heh... I guess old George is up the creek without a paddle now. |
 Whoa!
This is not the friendly greeting you promise me, Reese. |
|
Listen,
everyone, Paul knows more about Jambi than anyone in the world. He was
trapped in that Jambi Box for three years and learned all the magic. If
anyone can help the president, he can. |
|
Well,
umm, okay then, you two go right ahead and give it a shot. Now, if you'll
excuse us... |
|
Not
so fast. There's something you all need to do first. I understand that
there's a lot of hurt feelings on the part of the president for getting him
into this mess in the first place. I need you all to tell him you're sorry,
so that he'll trust me when I try to help him. |
|
Oh,
man. I hate apologizing. |
|
Yeah.
Big time. |
|
Hold
on, guys. I'll go get the president. |
 [Knock
Knock] |
 You!
It's you guys! The band of traitors! Bastards! I'll see you all hang from
the end of a rope! When I'm through with you... |
|
WOW!!!
That floating blue head just freaks me out! |
 Tony
Snow, you crazy smilin sonofabitch, you stay out of this! You're not my
press secretary! Jambi hired you while I was all locked up! I'll knock
you... |
|
George,
simmer down for a minute, and let us explain something to you. It was never
our intention to have you mind meld with Jambi. You'd have to be insane to
believe that. But it was, uh... |
|
It
was a matter of the very highest level of national security. |
|
Oh
yeah? Like what? |
|
We
can't tell you that, George. Like Condi said, It was a matter of the very
highest level of national security. But I'll give you a hint - Global War on
Terror™. |
|
And
now, sir, it's imperative that we get you back in your own body. We have a
plan that... |
|
Hold
on a second. Is that who I think it is? |
|
Hi
ya, Mister President. |
|
Peewee!
This is great! The world's leading Jambi expert. Guys, I've seen this man
tangle with that Genie dozens of times. You can help me get my body back,
can't you Peewee. |
|
I'm
going to try my best, Mister President. |
|
Great,
great. And you can call me George. So tell me, how's that beautiful Miss
Yvonne of yours? |
|
Oh,
that's a sad story, George. See back in '88, Jambi did a mind meld with me,
and took over everything I had. And the very first thing he took was Miss
Yvonne. He broke that poor girls heart, George, and I think to this day... |
|
Come
on guys, let's go. I think that our work here is done. |
|
He
never lets me call him George. |
|
to be continued |
