Donald Trump has a problem.
The architectural plans for the greatest wall in the history of humanity have been stolen from Mar-a-Lago, and there's only one man who can find them: Donald J. Trump. Searching high and low, from the dizzying heights of Trump Tower, to the crime ridden inner city of Manhattan, Trump must use his amazing brain and unparalleled stamina to find the thieves, get back the plans for the wall, and prevent a catastrophic war from the most unlikely of enemies. And make sure to tweet while doing it.
The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen strode into my office. She was tall and lean, the toned, tan muscles in her calves twitching beneath a tight skirt. Her luxurious, flowing hair was the color of burnished gold, and her brown eyes were the hue of my massive oak conference table where I’d fired many people who had no talent and were giant losers until I needed them to say nice things about me on television.
She had grace. She was elegant. And though it was impossible to ignore the massive diamond wedding ring on her long, slender finger, I knew that in another life, perhaps, another time, we could have been together.
“Ivanka,” I said, “how are you today?”
“Not good, Dad,” the blonde beauty who happened to be my daughter, said. “We have a big problem.”
“How big of a problem?"
"A bigly problem.”
“Oh no. How bigly?”
“Very bigly,” Ivanka said. “Perhaps the bigliest problem you’ve ever faced.”
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The architectural plans for the greatest wall in the history of humanity have been stolen from Mar-a-Lago, and there's only one man who can find them: Donald J. Trump. Searching high and low, from the dizzying heights of Trump Tower, to the crime ridden inner city of Manhattan, Trump must use his amazing brain and unparalleled stamina to find the thieves, get back the plans for the wall, and prevent a catastrophic war from the most unlikely of enemies. And make sure to tweet while doing it.
The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen strode into my office. She was tall and lean, the toned, tan muscles in her calves twitching beneath a tight skirt. Her luxurious, flowing hair was the color of burnished gold, and her brown eyes were the hue of my massive oak conference table where I’d fired many people who had no talent and were giant losers until I needed them to say nice things about me on television.
She had grace. She was elegant. And though it was impossible to ignore the massive diamond wedding ring on her long, slender finger, I knew that in another life, perhaps, another time, we could have been together.
“Ivanka,” I said, “how are you today?”
“Not good, Dad,” the blonde beauty who happened to be my daughter, said. “We have a big problem.”
“How big of a problem?"
"A bigly problem.”
“Oh no. How bigly?”
“Very bigly,” Ivanka said. “Perhaps the bigliest problem you’ve ever faced.”
Many people say that DONALD TRUMP, P.I. is the greatest mystery parody ever written, believe me.
A portion of the proceeds from the sale of this story will go to benefit Reading is Fundamental, which helps distribute books to millions of disadvantaged children. Because we can all help to MAKE AMERICA READ AGAIN!
