"Excuse me, Mr. President?"

They all turned abruptly to see Charlie and Debbie standing in the doorway.

"It's Mr. Green, Charlie," Abbey corrected him.

"I'm sorry, ma'am?"

Abbey glanced at her husband.

"Should we tell them?"

"Tell us what?" Debbie interjected.

"We're playing a little game of…Clue."

"Clue?" Charlie repeated.

"That's right!" Jed said. "And you two get to be…cops."

Debbie raised an eyebrow.

"Cops, sir?"

Josh tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress his laughter. Amy jabbed him in the ribs.

"Ow! Amy!"

"That's Mrs. White to you, Cogsworth."

"Don't call me that."

She grinned, devilishly.

"I gotta hand to you, Mr. Pres…Green, this IS quite enjoyable," Amy said.

Jed nodded.

"See, I didn't get elected President for nothing."

"Keep telling yourself that, babe," Abbey said.

He glared back at her, then continued, unperturbed.

"So, Officers Young and Fiderer, are you prepared to join our game?"

"I don't know, sir, I mean…"

"Yes!" Debbie interrupted the younger man. "We're in. Aren't we, Officer Young?"

Charlie sighed.

"I guess so."

"Excellent! Let's begin. Officer Fiderer, would you hit the lights please? On my command," Jed requested.

"You got it, Mr. Green."

"Now. Everyone. Stay in your places. When Officer Fiderer kills the lights, the victim will quietly move to the ground and…well, play dead. Understood?"

They all assented.

"All right then. Off with the lights!"

Debbie flipped the light switch, and they all, except one, stood motionless in the dark.

"Ok, Officer Fiderer. Lights on!" Jed ordered.

Debbie did as she was told. The lights flickered back on, and everyone turned their gazes to the middle of the room. Sprawled, frozen, on the floor, was Toby Ziegler—AKA the cook. C.J. chuckled.

"Ladies and gentleman, Julia Child is down!"

Toby's eyes shot open and narrowed in C.J.'s general direction.

"Looks like Mrs. Peacock hath awoken the dead," Sam commented.

"Watch it, Professor, or I'll shove this pen up your…"

Jed cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Let's try to keep it clean, please, kids."

"So…the cook's dead and out of our way. Now what?" Abbey questioned.

"Thank you for that, Mrs. Bartlet," Toby muttered.

Abbey grinned.

"That's Miss Scarlett to you, Julia."

"Now, my dear Miss Scarlett," Jed began. "We separate."

"How are we supposed to pick up clues if we separate?" Josh asked.

"Eventually, we'll run into one another and that's when the interrogation comes in."

"By what means are we to get the information out of people?" Sam wondered.

"Any means you like. Be it insinuation, direct yes or no question, or…torture. And only three inquiries, one for each factor, per encounter. Are we in accord?"

"Yes, sir!" They all agreed.

"Ok, then, troops. Separate!"

Amelia Gardner slowly crept down an empty hall of the Residence. Her eyes wandered, cautiously, as she moved toward one of the many bedrooms in the area. As she approached the door, she heard the floorboards creek and she froze in her tracks. Instantly assuming her own footsteps had caused the sudden noise, she brushed it off. Slowly, her hand gravitated to the doorknob. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a clammy hand grasp her shoulder and let out a blood-curdling scream that made the Secret Service take notice. Amy whipped around, to find her sinister ex-boyfriend lurking behind her, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"You're a real jackass, you know that!" Amy accused.

Before Josh could reply, two agents arrived to investigate the scream they had heard.

"Everything all right, Ms. Gardner? Mr. Lyman?"

"Oh…yeah. Everything's fine," Amy answered, quickly.

"It's Mrs. White and the butler, by the way," Josh corrected them.

The two agents stared at him for a moment, then nodded.

"Very good."

With that, they excused themselves and left Amy and Josh on their own.

"So. What's your chosen method of interrogation, Mrs. White? Torture or insinuation?"

"Bite me," Amy said, turning away from him and opening the door, as she had planned to before he had so rudely interrupted her.

"You realize that's a closet, right?"

Amy rolled her eyes, flung the door open, and started to walk in. Josh was intent on following her, when she let out yet another scream and jumped backwards, landing on Josh's toe.

"What the hell!" Josh exclaimed.

She turned into him and buried her face into his shoulder. Surprised by this, he glanced over her head to see what all the fuss was about it. One glance at the sight before him nearly sent him into cardiac arrest.

"Thank God you went in before I did," Josh whispered.

Tentatively, Amy lifted her head from his shoulder and looked back into the room to see if the coast was clear yet. They both watched in horror as a certain Miss Scarlett stood, her fingers frantically buttoning up her blouse. Beside her, a certain Mr. Green was re-fastening his belt buckle. She smoothed out her skirt, pushed her hair out of her face, and then faced her nervous Chief of Staff and her husband's flustered Deputy Chief of Staff.

"Hi, guys," she said, with a tense grin on her face.

"Miss Scarlett. Mr. Green," Josh replied with amusement, nodding in their direction.

"Sorry to…disturb you," Amy said.

"Oh, that's quite all right. Mr. Green was just…interrogating me," Abbey said.

"If that's what you want to call it," Josh agreed.

Jed glared at him.

"Ok, everybody out. Fun's over."

"Awe, really? The fun was just beginning," Josh said, sarcastically.

Jed sighed.

"Let's go."