Sarah Sanders pulled up in front of the large golden gates of President Trump's house. Around a dozen armed guards ran over to the gate and pulled it open. Barron open his window and handed one of them a quarter as a tip, it was the least he could do. The guards then waved them through and Sarah continued driving up the winding road to Trump's estate. Eventually the large golden mansion came into view. It was made of solid gold and encrusted with pure diamonds. The land used to have a Taco Bell situated on it, but Trump bulldozed it to show America's might. Finally they made it to the front doors. One of their butlers, Heath, was waiting for them by the curb. As per usual he rolled out the red carpet so that Barron could walk to the door without scuffing his alligator skin boots. Barron then shoved the car door open and stepped out onto the rug. He strolled to the front door of his house full of swagger. Sarah Sanders quickly ran up to Barron and opened the front door for him. Barron stepped inside to reveal the large interior of the house. Like the White House it was full of people, mostly government officials but also some house staff. Barron noticed some servants were polishing the golden walls and they greeted with big smiles. He ignored them and turned to Heath.
"I heard that my father had requested my presence, where is he?"
"Your father is waiting for you in the War Room. I will escort you there now." Heath then started briskly walking to the War Room, leaving Barron behind. Barron sighed in annoyance and began trailing after him. After walking through the maze like building they arrived in front of a door that had a lot of noise behind it. Heath opened the door revealing a large wooden table with many people sitting around it arguing with each other. Trump was sitting at the head of the table rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. Barron even saw Sarah Sanders in there, somehow getting there before he did. Barron awkwardly shuffled into the room and sat down in an empty chair near his father.
For a couple more minutes the arguing continued. Barron took out his iPhone 12 and started playing Fortnite Mobile, his favorite game. Finally Trump decided that he had enough. He took a deep breath and shouted, "WOULD YOU ALL SHUT UP AND LET ME TALK." Immediately everyone stopped talking and looked at Trump, they all feared deportation. "For those who are unaware, we have finally discovered the location of Hillary Clinton and her cult of followers. She has established a stronghold in the most disgusting most liberal state of all...California." Gasps were heard throughout the room and people started whispering to each other. "Not only that but she has managed to capture the vice president, Mike Pence, and he is currently being held prisoner inside the strong hold. Most likely without food or water and he's probably beaten regularly." Nobody gasped when he said this, because no one likes Mike Pence.
"Well what will we do?" A man in a fancy suit asked.
"We will have a full scale invasion of the stronghold and capture Hillary and her followers and rescue the prisoner as well." Trump replied confidently.
"When will the attack happen?"
"Today." The room immediately burst into conversation.
"ARE YOU INSANE? WE AREN'T READY." Someone cried out.
"I've had this attack planned for a month. I have all the troops necessary for the mission assembled and ready in the back yard right now. In an hour they will fly across the country to Hillary's base and begin the rescue. All information you hear in this room is classified and you cannot tell ANYONE about it. We want to catch them by surprise. This meeting is over." Trump then got out of his seat and walked out the door, leaving everyone shocked and confused. Barron got out of his seat as well and scurried after his father.
"Father why didn't you tell me about this?"
"Trump turned to his youngest child and said, "I wanted to Barron, but the possibility of you letting something slip was too high. Besides this plan is super cool and I don't anyone copying me." Barron nodded his head and walked away to the window. He looked outside to see thousands of troops loading gear and supplies into five massive planes. Barron decided to himself that he had to be on one of them. He glanced back to see that his father had had already left. Barron then turned and started walking to his room. He went inside and closed his door. He changed out of his Gucci outfit and into a Supreme hoodie and some jeans. He dumped out his backpack of school supplies and filled it up with Mt Dew and Doritos. He needed food for the trip and going to the kitchen would be too suspicious. He then got some sunglasses and put them in his bag. He'd never been to California as his father would always say it's too liberal for a child and that it would rot his brain. Finally he reached into his underwear drawer and pulled out a revolver painted red, white, and blue he then put that in his backpack too. He went to the outlet and pulled out his phone charger and put it in his pocket, he was ready.
He went to the door and peeked outside, there was nobody in the hallway. He then slid into the hallway and quietly sneaked his way throughout the house. Hiding in the shadows whenever he heard someone coming. Finally he arrived in front of the basement steps. Looking both ways he crept downstairs into the basement, making sure to not turn the lights on so that no one would find him. He walked at a brisk pace to one of the windows and peered out. He was about 50 feet away from a large pile of crates that had yet to be loaded. He planned on running to them and hiding inside so that he would be loaded with the cargo, but he realized that he would be caught running to them. Barron then turned from the window and leaned against the wall, thinking of a way that he could get in without getting caught. Suddenly Barron heard a loud animal-like shriek from the other room, nearly scaring him to death. He then started walking to find where the source of the noise was. He turned the corner and walked a few steps before he ran into a large black cage. Barron stumbled backwards and landed on his butt. "Oof," he cried out clutching his rump. He glanced upwards seeing two glowing yellow eyes stare backar him. "Oh it's just you," Barron grumbled. He now knew that the shriek had just been his dad's pet bald eagle named Abraham Lincoln. Barron wanted a dog, but Trump said that wasn't 'Murican enough so he bought a fucking eagle somehow.
Suddenly an idea popped into his wealthy head, Barron grinned an evil grin as he opened the cage's door. "Come here little chicken thing, I'm here to be your frieeeennnddd." He then stuck his arm inside, the eagle regarded the boy coldly its eyes boring deep into Barron's. Finally the majestic creature let out a little chirp and flopped onto Barron's arm. Barron then walked over to the window and clumsily slid it open. Following its natural instincts the eagle spread out its wings and soared out the window into the blue sky. "YES FLY MY PRETTY, FLY AWAY!" Barron screeched as Abraham Lincoln lazily soared throughout the camp. Immediately there were cries of alarm.
"IS THAT AN ATTACK DRONE? ARE THE MEXICANS INVADING?"
"Nah I think that's a hot air balloon."
"You idiots it's obviously an eagle a true symbol of American patriotism...HOLY SHIT THAT'S TRUMPS EAGLE! MEN ARM YOURSELVES WITH THE FINEST NETS WE GOT, I DON'T WANT TO BE DEPORTED FOR A 3RD TIME." All the soldiers stopped what they were doing and starting running after Abraham Lincoln, who didn't even notice the trouble that it had gotten itself into. Being the idiot Americans they are they starting shooting at the bird as an effort to scare it towards the ground. Barron taking the opportunity wiggled his way out the window and ran as fast as he could to the crates, which wasn't very fast. At this point the entire place was in chaos, many people were screaming, bird poop was everywhere, even a couple fires started. Barron opened one of the crates to see that it was filled to the brim with grenades, he sighed in disgust and put the lid back on. He glanced around seeing if there were any other options, he then decided that it would be much easier for him if he just hid in the cargo pit itself. He took a deep breath and bolted towards the large plane and up the ramp inside. The room was packed full of supplies already, many of the boxes had words on them that were too complicated for Barron to understand. So he decided to hide in the very back behind a box that said "C-4" on the side, whatever that meant. After sitting there for several minutes the screams finally stopped and everyone got back to work. Apparently Abraham Lincoln flew back into the mansion after a couple minutes on his own free will. Finally they were done packing all the things needed for the trip. Not once had anyone checked to see if there were any stowaways, which was good for Barron.
Eventually he heard the door close and he was left in complete darkness. Barron wasn't scared as he had his phone which had a flashlight on it. He turned it just to make sure Slender Man didn't get him. Suddenly he heard the loud roar of the engine fill the room, he clamped his hands over his ears to prevent him from going deaf. He then had a brilliant idea, he opened his backpack to reveal that he left his airpods inside. He took them out and popped them in, listening to his favorite song Gucci Gang. He then felt the plane start moving, it started moving slow but then it started building faster and faster in speed. Until finally he could feel the plane leave the ground. Barron sighed in relief, he had successfully snuck aboard a military plane on his way to fight Hillary and her cultists in California. What couldn't he do?