The President’s Plaque: Part 15 (Final)

The Grand Finale

I reach Dad at the tree. He has his gun in his hand, ready for defense — having a policeman for a dad rocks!! As soon as he sees me, he smiles his proud smile that tells me he’s extremely glad that I’m safe. I smile back, and point to the car. He understands, and we begin walking toward the car. We get inside, and Dad sits there with his window open just enough to fit the top of the gun through. He can shoot, while remaining hidden. I explain what I told Mike to do. As soon as I’m finished, Dad rolls down his window just a little more, and shouts loud enough so that it echoes, “ROB! COME TO THE PARKING LOT RIGHT NOW! AND BRING YOUR GUEST, WE HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!!” Dad rolls up his window again, and sticks his gun through, ready for action. My head is throbbing with excitement and anxiety and worry. We soon see the two men, hastily trying to hide their guns. They look around, bewildered. There’s nobody there. But in a few moments, about 40 agents in black surround the two men, all pointing their guns. Mike did his job perfectly. Dad and I get out of the car, and join the group of Secret Service men. We trapped the terrorists. They have their hands up high in the air, and their faces are like those of little kids who are at the edge of the highest diving board at the pool. We caught them. We caught them GOOD. Soon, the president and Mike appear. “You men are charged of attempted assassination,” a Secret Service agent declares. “Handcuff ‘em and take away the guns.” 5 agents step toward the two frightened assassins with pointed guns, handcuff them, and fish their guns out of their pockets. “ROB, YOU NINCOMPOOP!!! I TOLD YOU THAT WE COULDN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO FINISH THE STUPID DOUGHNUT, BUT YOU JUST INSISTED THAT WE COULD TAKE AS MUCH TIME AS WE WANTED, AND-AND-AND–” “HEY, IT WAS A JELLY-FILLED DOUGHNUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Okay, so they really were the two most idiotic gunmen ever. Waiting on the assassination for a doughnut? Wow. The same 5 agents lead the two men away, into one of their police cars. The rest of the Secret Service men lead the president away to safety. But the president turns around, and comes back to us. “Thank you so much. I can’t express enough how much I owe to you. Thank you.” He shakes our hands and gives us a grand smile. He didn’t say much, but I still understood — he just couldn’t find the right words. I smile back, and start thinking about my face on the news. Haha….