"You know, most bosses wouldn't drag his assistant into work on a holiday. Even more so if he were dating his assistant."

Josh walked nervously in front of Donna, who had been complaining for quite some time.

"It's not that I don't like working with you," she continued, "in fact I love spending time with you, I was just looking forward to a more fun Easter than just going into the office and, I don't know, organizing paperwork or whatever the hell it is you have planned today."

He took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled. He had to play it cool. She couldn't know something was up. "We're going to have fun today, Donna. You're being tested."

"I'm being tested?"

"You're becoming our guinea pig for the day."

Donna rolled her eyes, grabbing the door into the building from Josh who had been holding it open for her, walking in, and then stopping while Josh continued on to check into the building. "I'm a guinea pig?"

"For today," he responded, turning around and looking at her.

"Whose?"

"What?"

"Whose guinea pig am I?"

By this time Josh had begun to walk into the bullpen, and Donna had to continue her argument on foot.

"You're – the whole White House's guinea pig."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." He turned around to see her stopped again, giving him a look filled with doubt.

"The whole White House."

"Yes."

She started walking again. "What are you making me do?"

"It has to do with the Egg Roll tomorrow."

"The Easter celebration?"

"Yes. Obviously."

By this time the two were at Donna's desk. She took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack, grabbing something off her desk and walking into Josh's office.

"What are you going to make me do?"

"We're doing a trial run of something the President wants to include in the celebration."

"Oh, my God."

"What?" Josh looked up from the message he had been reading on his desk to see Donna glaring at him.

"Are you going to make me be Woodrow?"

"What?"

"Woodrow the White House Mouse."

"Who?"

Donna walked to the other side of Josh's office and than began to cross back over to the door, pacing. "Woodrow the White House Mouse. He's a character who appears at the Egg Roll."

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Last year Mike from C.J.'s office had to dress up in the costume, but this year he's in Bermuda with his family – you're not going to make me be Woodrow are you?"

Josh looked at Donna blankly. Laughing, he tried to reason with her. "Donna—"

"I swear to God, Josh, I'm not good at wearing costumes. You can't see things, and then I'd have to pose with kids in the pictures – and I couldn't handle it. I think I'm worth more to this administration than just the poor insignificant staffer to wear the Woodrow the White House Mouse costume!"

Josh just laughed.

"Josh!"

"Donna, I swear, no one's making you dress up like the mouse."

"Not the bunny, either?"

"No, not the bunny."

"Okay. Fine," she resolved, beginning to relax. "Sorry. I just don't feel like having to play Mickey Mouse to this Disneyworld."

"Yeah," replied Josh, eyebrows raised.

"So, what is it I'm doing?" she asked, sitting down and forcibly trying to be more calm.

"You are, uh, running a prototype for the President with what he wants to do next year for the Egg Roll."

"What is it?"

"An Easter Egg Hunt in which the children have to find one of every color egg, and inside the eggs will be little items relating to America and to Jesus's resurrection."

"So, little American flags and – God trinkets?"

"Jesus knickknacks."

"A-ha. And you want me to do it, why?"

"Because we feel – the President, Leo, I, and well, everyone – that you will have a good reaction on which to base the reaction of that with the under-six crowd which participates in the Egg Roll."

"I see."

"No," Josh said, stopping the sarcastic remarks. "Seriously, we just want someone to do it and, I well, offered you up," he smiled.

"How kind."

"I try my best."

"So, I'm going out onto the South Lawn and am searching for eggs?"

"Yes."

"And then what?"

"We want you to sit in a closed room and dictate to us, which will be taped and recorded, your reaction to the items which you find."

"Okay. Why am I searching for them, then?"

"To make it more fun."

"Boy, Josh, you sure know what makes me get all happy."

"Just my Easter spirit coming through."

"And from a person of the Jewish faith, that means quite a lot."

"Yep," Josh replied, picking a paper up off his desk and handing it to Donna. "Here's the list of the eggs which you will need. Remember, take only one of each color."

"There's more than one?"

"I think they might have left some of them outside for the President's grandkids once they get back from church."

"They're visiting?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, that's nice."

"Uh-huh."

"And I'm sure they'll be thrilled that they get to go on an Easter egg hunt for – what was it you named them – Jesus knickknacks?"

"You called them God trinkets, and don't forget there is also American memorabilia."

"Ah, yes. How silly of me," Donna replied, looking over the list and standing up to go get her coat.

"I think there also might be some candy in some of the eggs, so I'm sure they'll end up being okay."

"Well, good." She started to walk out of Josh's office and then turned around to explain what she was going to go and get some clarification. "So, I'm going to go get the eggs, and then I'll come inside and you'll tell me where to go to do the item evaluation?"

"Yeah," Josh replied, then running over towards the door and picking up a basket next to it. Handing it to her, he said, "But you'll need this." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered "Good luck," in her ear, and off she went. Josh waited until the coast was clear, and then ran over to C.J.'s office. A whole group of them was there, including one of the White House's guards. They needed his help to get the security camera image of Donna on the South Lawn to watch as she slowly came upon her prize.