He carefully opened the door, peeked out, saw no one and took a run for it. His years of exercising now paid for itself. He hadn't been hailed as the fittest President ever for nothing.
Unfortunately the Secret Service agent hiding in the bushes was younger. And fitter. He tackled the older man like he was a sack of oats.
"I'm sorry sir. You know the rules. You are to keep a low profile for two years and stay out of public view." the agent said as he helped him up off the ground.
"Dang it! I just wanted to sneak off for a burger!"
"I'm sorry sir. I'll gladly pick you up one."
"No..., no thanks. It's not the same. I'll just do without." he said disappointedly as he ambled dejectedly back into the house.
The Secret Service agent watched him carefully as he reentered, then pulled out the special cell phone and dialed the number that he had become so familiar with the last few months.
"Good day sir. Sorry to trouble you. He tried it again."
"Did you stop him?"
"Yes sir. He didn't get beyond the front yard."
"Good job. Keep him under wraps. We can't have him flapping his big mouth around for a while until things cool down. We don't want anything to screw up our chances in 2012."
"I'll do the talking if it needs to be done. We'll just let the new President get into it deep, then let loose a propaganda campaign that will be deadlier than the hail of bullets that took down Bonnie and Clyde. After that Georgey can babble on all he wants. Got that?"
"Got you, Mr. Cheney."