The Karlscotwhitaker Factor, prologue

Karlscotwhitaker slid nimbly aboard the plane and waited calmly for take-off.

"Washington, D.C.! Ah! Oh! Gee! Our nation's capital! Wow! It makes my teeny heart rumble!"

Karl screamed gently to the befudddled ruffian sitting across the aisle.

"In a few hours," he continued abruptly, "Pow! There I'll be! Gosh! It makes me feel faint to think of it even!"

With that Karl's heart rumbled and he fainted deep into the beckoning grasp of his airline seat cushion.

Indeed, soon he was there. He was packaged into thin lines and came out a tourist.

The guides took him to see all the regular, everyday, touristy-type places. When his group reached the White House, Karl barged though several lines of Secret Service and up to the President's desk.

"Hi!" he moaned poetically. "I'm Karlscotwhitaker! I'm from Miami! Y'ever been there? Twice? Gosh! Hey! What are there? Secret papers? Wow! I've got some right here!"

Karl dug deeply into his suitcase and extracted several crumpled pieces of paper.

"Hee hee!" twittered Karl, "I bet I could really screw up your quote unquote 'master plans' if I switched these like this!" Now Karl went through an elaborate shuffling procedure.

"Well, I gotta go! Good thing I got my own papers, huh? Hee hee!" And he was carried off.

The President stood aghast. Slowly he looked down to the crumpled papers on his desk.