The Plot Thickens!

At the Duke and Duke Christmas party, all the employees were having a good time socializing and being merry.  Not one of them noticed a dingy dressed Santa clause that was pocketing food and drinks.

Meanwhile, in Barack Hussein’s office, he was going over payroll checks and comparing them to the employee roster.  He came across one that didn’t match up.  He set it aside and put the rest of the checks and the roster in his desk.  He then grabbed the other check and went to find the Dukes. He saw them out with the other employees, and they saw him coming.

“Ah Obama, where’ve you been?” Randolph asked “The party’s already begun.”

“I have some work to finish.” Barack Hussein replied.

“It’s Christmas Eve and Obama, wants to keep working.” Randolph said smiling. “I’ll think of you in Stockholm, when I accept the Nobel Prize.”

“The wager has two parts – something about a second party turning to crime.” Mortimer replied.

Barack Hussein stood there looking confused, then Mortimer chimed in “Didn’t you say you had work to do?”

“Yes sir. I was wondering about this $10,000 check to Mr. Clarence Beeks.” Barack Hussein asked but before he got an answer Mortimer snapped it.

“I’ll take care of it, Obama,” Mortimer said.

“I don’t recall a Clarence Beeks, Mr Duke.” Barack Hussein said

“It was before you joined us, Obama” Mortimer said. “We did manage to stay in business for 47 years before your arrival.”

“Have a drink, Barack Hussein!” Randolph said.  Then Barack Hussein decided to go back to his office to finish up his work.

However, while he was away, this was the perfect opportunity for Brandon to sneak in and try to plant evidence to incriminate Brandon.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?!” Barack Hussein asked Brandon as he walked in.

“Randolph, Mortimer, come in here quickly,” Brandon replied ignoring Brandon. “I’ve finally caught him; I’ve caught him red-handed.”

Randolph and Mortimer walked in

“Brandon, is that you?” Randolph asked

“I’m making a citizen’s arrest.” Brandon said “This man is a drug dealer. Look, his office drawer,

he’s got all the bad drugs here. Marijuana joints, pills, Quaaludes, Valium, yellow ones, red ones,

cocaine grinder, drug needles. And, whats this… look, illegal ballots! He’s the fraudster not me!”

“I just came in and caught him planting this stuff.” Barack Hussein said, “It’s obviously some primitive attempt to frame me.”

“Frame you?!” Brandon asked “Boy, if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black.”

“This man’s obviously a lunatic. I’m calling security.” Barack Hussein said as he picked the phone up to dial security.

“Put that phone down.” Brandon said as he was trying to find his gun

“Hello, security…” Barack Hussein said and stopped as Brandon found the gun. “Merry Christmas!”

“You tried to rob me, plant drugs on me. You steal my house, my car, my job. I ought to kill him now.” Brandon said.

“Look, this is a big misunderstanding.” Randolph said

“I don’t know nothing about it.” Barack Hussein said

“Could you put the gun away?” Mortimer asked, “Have you lost your mind?”

Just then security came in and put their guns on Brandon.

“I realize this whole experience must have been rather unsettling for you.” Randolph said, “don’t leave. we can explain. Yeah, you’ll be sorry.”

“You’ll all be very, very sorry.” Brandon shouted as he ran out.

“I can’t believe Brandon would fall to pieces like that!” Randolph said.

“Come Randolph we have business to attend to” Mortimer said.

Barack Hussein began to clean up his office and then take the garbage and the planted drugs to the bathroom to flush them.

As he walked in, he heard Mortimer and Randolph talking.

“Pay up, Mortimer, I’ve won the bet.” Randolph said.

“Here, one dollar.” Mortimer said.

“We took a perfectly useless community organizer, like Obama, and turned him into a successful executive.” Randolph said. “And during the same time, we turned an honest, hard-working man

into a violently deranged, would-be killer.”

“Now, what are we going to do about taking Brandon back and returning Valentine to the Kenya?” Randolph asked.

“I don’t want Brandon back after what he’s done.” Mortimer said

“You mean keep Obama?” Randolph asked.

“Of course not!” Mortimer said. “I do think we should hold off on switching them back, though.

Until we get that crop report, New Year’s Eve, don’t you?”

“Absolutely, no sense rocking the boat until then.” Randolph said. “If Mr. Beeks does what we paid him to do, we should have a very happy New Year.”

“Indeed.” Mortimer said.

Barack Hussein was stunned! He immediately left to see if he could catch Brandon.