Friends, Physics and Fallon

Chapter 25

Michelle, Broberg, Charlie and Jimmy made their way down the long hallways of the White House. Broberg had a devilish grin on his face. Suddenly, he tripped over Bo. "DANG YOU BENJAMIN FRANKLIN!" He yelled as he laid on the floor. "This is why I don't let the kids bring their backpacks into my classroom!" Michelle looked down at Broberg, very confused. "Jimmy, what are you talking about? What kids? What classroom? You're not a teacher!" Jimmy spoke up. "Yeah, he's a teacher! Not a very good one, either! He's John Broberg, I'm Jimmy Fallon!" Michelle soap opera slapped Jimmy across the face. "No one asked your opinion, you communist!" Jimmy frowned at the ground as Michelle helped Broberg up off the ground and picked Bo up. Michelle led Charlie, Broberg and Jimmy to a room. They walked in and stopped dead in their tracks. What they saw was awful! Barack and Joe Biden were in there playing dress-up! Barack was wearing a leotard and Joe was wearing a pink bunny suit. Jimmy, Charlie and Broberg started cracking up, and Michelle glared at her husband and his vice president. "Dang I wish my hands were free. This would be all over every social media site right about now." Jimmy thought."Barack, I thought you were working on getting this economy out of the toilet! And Joe, how many times do I have to tell you, you CAN'T PICK OUT YOUR OWN OUTFITS!!!" Michelle was very angry. What a great country the United States is! Hey, at least they were having fun. Barack and Joe apologized to Michelle and put on suits so they would look somewhat professional. Joe walked out of the room and went somewhere else. Then Barack came out and saw Broberg. "Well hello, Mr. Fallon!" Broberg and Barack shook hands. Jimmy said, "Please, call me Jimmy, Mr. Fallon is my father. And you're shaking hands with the wrong guy. I would hold out my hand for you to shake it, but as you can see, I can't really do that." Barack looked at Jimmy with a confused look on his face. "Stop pretending to be Jimmy Fallon, Mr. Broberg. I know who you are and what you did. You are a disgrace to this country!" Barack said to Jimmy. "Well, look who's talking!" Barack glared at Jimmy. "What did you just say to me?" "You heard me, Mr. President." Barack took out some walkie-talkie thing and said into it, "Tim, bring him to the dungeon." A secret service dude, who Jimmy assumed to be Tim, came and took Jimmy by the arm and forcefully led him down like 20 flights of stairs, to a dark room. There was a tiny cell with iron bars. There were no windows, so Tim had to use a flashlight to navigate the place. They were almost down the stairs, when Tim tripped on a step and tumbled down, taking Jimmy with him. The two went a'tumblin' down the stairs. Jimmy reached the bottom and quickly stood up, trying to escape before Tim could catch him. He made a beeline for the stairs. He looked back down to see if Tim was still down there. "I think I'm gonna make it!" Jimmy thought to himself. He only had a few flights of stairs left, he kept running until he ran straight into something huge, or rather someone...Tim? How did he get up here? "Nice try." Tim said as he picked Jimmy up off the ground and dragged him back down the stairs to the dungeon. Tim tossed Jimmy into the yittle cell and locked it.