The Secret Service protects the Vice President of Shopping

The entourage was culled from the minions of the agency: Assistant Account Executives, Assistant Production and Traffic people. They were to be lined up on the curb in front of the Agency awaiting the arrival of Bernie and his wife, the Vice President of Shopping, from Paris. The odd line up of people causes the Secret Service protecting the Afghanistan Northern Alliance, located a floor below Bernie's agency, to scramble into action. Did  the New York Police Department or Northern Alliance fail  to alert them about the arrival of a leader?

Secret Service

'Why were we not told. You may think this is a joke but the Taliban attacked the Northern Alliance three times last week in Afghanistan alone. And the area in front of the Agency is restricted...'

New York Police Department

'We know nothing of any dignitary's arrival.'

Just as the Secret Service strategically located themselves across the street, at the corner of the building and entrance, the Schwartz's pull up in their limo.

Dressed in a squirrel-gray fur coat, the Vice President jumps out with a huge kiss-wave to the entourage-as if they were her fans. Bernie's yellow chains, around his neck, glimmer like the Golden Globes in the sunlight.The Vice President arranges the entourage by height-tallest to shortest-with a Dopey at the end.

Threat assessed and dismissed, the Secret Service talk commands into or listen to their walkie-talkies and go back inside. Bernie leads into the building, next the Vice President of Shopping followed by the little entourage. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go indeed.

As the entourage passes David in the hall, David pictures them like dominos. He knocks the littlest one down, that guy knocks the next person down, and the next, and next until the last guy falls down with his head landing in the Vice President of Shopping's bodacious butt.

David runs in front of John's desk. John is finishing up an ad and emailing it.

David

'Do you believe it. Bernie says no to year-end bonuses and then they fly in from Paris and bring all these shopping bags in here. Flaunting it. His wife has the biggest balls'

John

'Bernie's wife is a man?'

David

'...did you know she's some VP Creative here...collects a salary..and expense...such a rip off. She's the Vice President...of...'

John

'Shopping?'

David

'Makes me jealous.'

John

'You wanna be Bernie's wife?'

David gives John a sarcastic look.

'Vice President of Shopping...yes. Self-centered whore...hello'

VP of Shopping comes in.

'How's my favorite creative team.'

John

'Good. How was Paris? Did you get to the museums...Louvre, Musee D'Orcy...'

VP Shopping

'I hate that stuff. No, we go to have the boys new suits made and eat.'

'Did you hear? We're holding a best decorated desk contest. So string all the Christmas lights and garland you can...have fun.'

She leaves.

David

'They're having that decorating contest because the Stein Agency doesn't put up any decorations..and a bunch of our people followed Barry there when he took the Sony account. They don't want anybody else to leave.'

John

'We lost Sony?'

David

'Don't worry. You weren't blamed.'

John

'How do you know?'

David

'You'd have been fired already.'