Setting: The White House
Perfect! We're here. Now Vex, remember the plan you go up to the door and distract the guards. Tell them you are here with the consent of the president. They will question you but don't worry. I will put the cookie in the kitchen so by the time they are about to kick you out the president will have already eaten the cookie! I will then have him go to the door and greet you. After he has offered one of them a cookie. If they hesitate I will tell them it okay. And then... The fun can begin!
That sounds perfect, brother! (cackles evilly)
(VEX walks up to the guards and talks for a few minutes. Meanwhile, SURGE plants the cookie in the kitchen, where the PRESIDENT's lunch is being prepared.)
Hmm, what's this? A chocolate chip cookie? Ah, the kitchen staff are the best! I must remember to thank them later. (eats the cookie)
(a few minutes later)
I, uh.. don't... feel so good... (faceplants onto his desk)
Sir! Are you alright?
(Suddenly the PRESIDENT jerks up)
Yes, I'm fine. (Begins to smile awkwardly) It's just this cookie was so good! Though it is very filling. Waiter!
Yes sir! Is there anything I can help with?
Take this cookie, please. It was very delicious but I am quite full.
(looks slightly confused) Yes, Mr. President. (takes the tray and exits)
(GUARD knocks on the door. PRESIDENT'S ASSISTANT answers)
I'm here to report a troublemaker outside the White House... say his name's Vex or something? Normally I'd let Security handle it, but Mr. President, this guy's acting really strange... something about evil cookies? I believe it's a matter of national security.
Ah, that's not a problem. Invite him inside!
...Mr. President? Are you sure?
Of course, I'm sure! Bring him in.
(guard leaves and comes back with VEX)
(talking to the guard) Would you like a cookie? (offers him a chocolate chip cookie)
(shakes head, frowns) No thanks.
(talking to the guard) Oh, loosen up a bit! This guy's no trouble, he's totally not suspicious at all. Have a cookie!
(hesitantly) Well... if you say so... (eats a cookie)
(Suddenly everyone within a one-hundred foot radius began to feel woozy. They became carefree and agreeable.)
Perfect. Time to open some bakesales.