France stepped into the drawing room and there he was, Kofi, with a big bouquet of red roses. France caught her breath. Her lips parted. And then...
His cellphone rang. He tore his eyes away from hers (ouch!) and looked at the screen.
"It's Iran and Sudan, babe" he said, "I've gotta go! Love ya!"
France stood stock still for a long moment, then shrugged her shoulders. C'est la vie, she thought as she arranged the roses in a Lalique vase.
Meanwhile, back in D.C., Karl was yelling on the phone.
"Why are you telling me all this? You know that is why we keep a stockpile of identical Oval Office rugs in the basement! What is the matter with you?! Don't you know who I am?!"
He listened for a moment, then said, "Oh. We're running out. Just order some more then." and hung up. He walked down the hall to the drunk tank and peered through the bars at George. What a putz. Then he made the fateful call which officially launched Operation Goofy George, even though it had been going on for quite some time...