With all of the attention focused on the next White House boarder, the media almost missed the landing of an alien spaceship on the White House lawn. But not for long!
Who could miss the whirring sounds and blinking lights? The slowly descending ramp from the seemingly seamless metallic structure? The tiny, thin,gray, bony creatures disembarking onto the green grass?
The ship and its crew let out a call that caught the attention of all of Washington DC. Witnesses debated what the cry sounded like with a small majority settling on "W" as the most likely interpretation of the plaintive sound.
The famed "W" emerged from the Presidential mansion as if in a trance like state. He walked to the ship not like an arrogant cowboy but like a child finally headed home. The creatures examined him and walked back to the ship. In an instant they were aboard and out of sight in a flash.
" W " stood stunned on the lawn gazing up at the disappearing rocket. He shrugged his shoulders and muttered:" Must have been a wrong number..."