Barron sighed and leaned back away from the hole, "What do you want Hillary."
(Imagine Hillary Clinton saying this) "Heeeey Barron, how's the White House been treating you?"
"It's alright, I mean it's not as fancy as my room in Trump Tower-"
"I remember when I lived in the White House. It was nice, I really hoped I could've lived there again. The tennis court, bowling alley, and of course the array of chefs. Shame it all had to end."
"Um, that's cool," Barron said uneasily. "Anyway I think I should get going."
"No wait," Hillary said suddenly, the airy voice seeming to disappear into thin air. "I have a message for your father…"
"My father? What do you want with him?"
A cold look appeared in Hillary's beady eyes. "I spent a lot of time, effort, and money into my campaign. And to have my glory stolen by some stupid oompa loompa is unacceptable. I came soooo close, once I finally got Bernie of my back I thought I had a sure victory, but no it was ruined by the bigot everyone thought was joke."
Barron shifted uncomfortably, "So that rant was the message?"
Hillary shifted her gaze to the young boy, her eyes had changed to become blood red. "I remember telling your father that I liked his children, including even you. You must've gotten that effect from your mother Melania. Here's the real message for your father, You might've won the inauguration Mr. President but this war is far from over. A storm's coming and it's coming quick. This is a warning and you better not ignore it."
"What does that mean?" Barron began, but Hillary had stepped back into the shadows.
"You'll find out soon enough." With that statement hanging in the air Hillary finally moved out of view and into the depths. Barron got to his feet and brushed off the dust that had accumulated on his pants. Losing the inspiration of running away, Barron decided to return home. He walked back to the fence and hopped over once again, but this time he landed on his feet. He was immediately confronted by guards.
"Young master Barron, we were so worried! You had us looking for you everywhere!"
'Everywhere?' Barron thought. 'But I was only like 10 feet from the fence, they're Incompetent fools.' Barron looked past them. "Yeah well, I'm back now. And I have a message for my father, I have to meet with him immediately." The guards nodded their heads and ushered Barron inside. Barron couldn't stop thinking about what Hillary said. "A storm is coming and it's coming quick." Barron muttered to himself. "What nonsense, what kind of idiot would believe that." Yet still he trudged on to the Oval Office to deliver the news. After walking through the twisting hall ways they finally made it to their destination. One of the guards knocked on the door.
"Mr. President."
"What is it Turnip?" Trump called back immediately "I'm kind of in the middle of something."
"I asked him not to call me that," the guard muttered. "Your son would like to have a word with you."
There was a pause. "Which son is it?"
"Barron."
"Oh of course he can come in, all my children are welcome. Well except when I'm doing important things of course."
Turnip nodded and opened the door, Barron then stepped inside. Once inside Barron could see his father, Donald Trump, looking into a large mirror. Instead of Trump's usual suit and tie he was wearing a bow tie, candy cane striped pants, a navy suit coat, and a white top hat with stars.
Trump turned around and looked at his son. "So how do you like it?"
Barron was caught offhand by the question and asked, "what are you wearing?"
"What do you mean 'what are you wearing' it's my Halloween costume for the party. I'm Uncle Sam the greatest American war veteran out there. He's one of my greatest heroes." He then turned back to the mirror and started checking out his reflection
"Uh huh, sure. Well are you interested in the message?"
"Yeah sure whatever. Just tell me already." So Barron retold his experience earlier that day. After he was done Trump had a sullen look on his face. "I'm gonna build a great wall between México and the U.S. and the one around my house can't keep an eleven year old boy in. I really need to redesign that fence."
Barron felt incredulous, "Aren't you worried about Hillary's warning?"
Trump rolled his eyes, "I doubt she'll try anything, then again she doesn't have much to lose. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"