[WHITE HOUSE — PRESIDENT DANCE ADMINISTRATION]
A White House that finally sounds like an office again. The hum of printers, not sirens. Reporters whisper instead of shout.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (Voice-Over):
The nation’s hangover had a name: President John Vivian Dance.
Polite. Prepared. Unelected by charisma.

Montage — Week One:

• Dance shaking every staffer’s hand twice

• A cat wandering through a press briefing.

• Aides deleting the all-CAPS executive-order drafts from the Strike years.

• Cable pundits already calling him “President Placeholder.”

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
They wanted fireworks. He gave them paperwork.
But for a minute, bureaucracy felt like mercy.
America hadn’t decided whether to thank him or fact-check him.

Camera: President Dance finishes a day’s schedule, looks out at the White House lawn, lit soft gold.

PRESIDENT DANCE (to aide):
Do you think calm can hold?

AIDE:
For one news cycle, sir. That’s a start.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
First peace in damn near a decade—already trending downward.
Somewhere, a storm was drafting its first tweet.

* * * * *

[SENATE BASEMENT BRIEFING (Room of Leaks)]
Dim light, cold pizza, staffers scrolling.

SENATOR BAKER (R–AZ):
CIA killed him. They hate strong men.

SENATOR LIM (D–MA):
He OD’d on adderall and denial.

SENATOR HARPER (I–CO):
Can we please wait for the coroner?

They all glare as if she cursed.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
In the temple of certainty, doubt is heresy.
…And, of course, the media was in on the act….

FIX NEWS ANCHOR CARLSON WATTERS:
Body doubles. Nanotech pacemaker. You decide.

CNS ANCHOR RACHEL RUHLE:
Stress, obesity, and hubris — doctors warned him for years.

GLOBAL STREAM HOST ‘PATRIOT MAMA 76’:
Lightning bolt on cue? That’s not weather, that’s warning!

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
The nation tuned in not for answers, but for the comfort of being right.

…Social Media also had a field day for many days….

• Uncle Randy: “Look at the angle of his fall — that’s staged.”

• Yoga Teacher Lynette: “He ascended vibrationally.”

• Truth4Real2026: “Check those timestamps, people. The ambulance arrived BEFORE the collapse.”

• PoliticalJunkie101: “Somebody poisoned Strike! I demand autopsy footage.”

• TikTok Preacher: “The devil’s a damn Democrat!”

• Grandma Jo: “Maybe he just… had a heart attack?”

• Reply (hundreds): “WAKE UP SHEEPLE.” “Bot.” “Nice try, Deep Doc.”

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
One sane sentence dropped into a hurricane.

[FADE OUT]

[OVAL OFFICE — FOLLOWING EVENING]
President Dance rewrites an address in longhand.
Teleprompter off. Aides half-asleep.

PRESIDENT DANCE:
We went too far. We mistook outrage for leadership.
(looks up)
Too preachy?

AIDE 1:
Too true.

AIDE 2:
Maybe say ‘passion’ instead of ‘outrage’?

DANCE:
If I start soft-pedaling truth now, we’ll never get traction.
(beat)
Still, note it — ‘passion’ version for polls.

He sighs, rubs his temples.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Decent to a fault, allergic to applause.
The kind of man who apologizes to chairs when he bumps them.
And yet, somehow, this dweeb with perfect posture became the mirror both sides needed.

[FADE OUT]

FIX ANCHOR CARLSON WATTERS: 
Poll bump — 5% points in a week for President Dance.

CNS ANCHOR RACHEL RUHLE: 
Moderation may be the new radical.
But can a man tethered to Strike’s machine really unplug the nation?

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
President Dance’s ‘Let’s Cool Off’ address lasted 7 minutes —
and spawned 8,000,000 memes.
The left mocked the bow tie.
The right mocked the restraint.
Somewhere in between, the country took its first breath in a many years.

 * * * * * 

[PRESS ROOM – DAY 9]

Staffers shuffle papers. President Dance rehearses a statement.
A technician leans into a microphone.

TECH: Sir, your audio’s hot.

Dance waves thanks, glances at his notes —
the working draft of a constitutional addendum labeled:
“25-47 – Spiritual Reboot Clause.”

He murmurs to himself:

PRESIDENT DANCE:
If we can hard-reset a phone, why not a government?

The camera lingers on the open laptop recording icon glowing red.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
History’s favorite mistake usually starts with a forgotten mic.

Cut to — [CNS ALERT]
“LEAKED AUDIO: PRESIDENT DANCE CONSIDERS ‘25-47’ AMENDMENT.”

Phones explode with notifications.
Half the country hears reform.
Half hears treason.
And in some quiet studio server, JV Dance’s voice waits its turn to confess.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Truth was contagious.
And for once, it caught the right host.

 * * * * *

[U.S. SENATE – DAY]
C-SPAN’s red tally light blinks like a slow alarm. The chamber is half-full, half-furious. A placard reads SPECIAL COMMITTEE ON TRUTH IN GOVERNMENT.
A marble hush—then chaos.

SENATOR CARMICHAEL (R–Texas):
(pointing a phone at the dais)
Madam Chair, this meme proves the president’s confession video was deep-faked by Canadian AI.

SENATOR GLASS (D–Wisconsin):
(shouting over him)
You just cited a TikTok filter as evidence!

SENATOR CARMICHAEL:
It had watermarks!

SENATOR GLASS:
So does Yosemite!

Laughter / groans / camera flashes.
One aide faints into a pile of fact-check printouts.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Somewhere between the Constitution and the comments section, the Republic hit:
‘Reply All.’

Cut to — C-SPAN viewers at home—bartenders, teachers, teenagers—
watch with the same numb focus as a car crash.

SENATOR MACY (R–Louisiana):
(exasperated)
Can we all agree oxygen is still real?

Silence. Half the room hesitates.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Consensus died of embarrassment.

* * * * * 

[FADE IN]:
DIGITAL MONTAGE:

• Anonymous Telegram dump: scans of Pres. Strike’s cardiac records.

• FIX: “Was the President Assassinated by Neglect?”

• CNS: “Doctors Warned of Fatal Artery Blockage — Ignored.”

Split-screen: pundits agreeing for the first time — blame the system.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Every country gets the conspiracy it deserves.
Ours prefers PDFs.

Cut to – [OVAL OFFICE]
President Dance stares at the leaked report, eyes tired but steady.

PRESIDENT DANCE:
So he really was dying?

NARRATOR/LUNDY (on screen):
Maybe the mystery isn’t how he died.
Maybe it’s why truth never survives the autopsy.
(long drag off cigar)
For one night, compassion trended higher than outrage.
By morning, outrage remembered the password.

* * * * *
Cut to — [PRESS ROOM]

REPORTER: 
Mr. President, are you worried the truth is…too much?

PRESIDENT DANCE: 
I’m worried it’s still not enough.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
His polls numbers rose five points -- and fell ten in the same hour.
Turns out honesty ages fast in daylight.

FINAL IMAGE:
President Dance alone in the briefing room. Lights dim.
He removes his glasses, whispers to himself:

DANCE: 
Maybe calm can’t hold forever.

NARRATOR/LUNDY (V-O):
Calm never does.
It just hands the microphone to the next believer.

* * * * * 

[DEMOCRATIC PARTY AD ROOM / CAMPAIGN SPOT]
Soft-focus teens in letterman jackets twirl under blue balloons.
Neon title: “THE VARSITY DANCE – COMING NOVEMBER ELECTION!”

AD NARRATOR (over doo-wop music):
Are you tired of junior-varsity leadership?
This fall, skip the J.V. Dance—
and join the Varsity Dance for real progress!

Cut to —stock footage of crowds slow-mo high-fiving.
SUPER: Paid for by Citizens for Big Feelings and Factual Unicorns.

Cut to – [FIX NEWS REACTION]
CARLSON WATTERS (outraged):
Propaganda masquerading as prom night!
They’re mocking patriotism with pom-poms!
If that’s their varsity, maybe it’s time to forfeit!

[FADE IN]:
[NATIONAL MALL, WASHINGTON D.C. – AFTERNOON]
Six million citizens fill the avenues waving homemade signs:
“NO KINGS” … “NO CROWNS.”
Drums, drones, confetti-made-of-tax-forms.

NARRATOR / LUNDY (V-O):
What started as a civics lesson turned into the world’s biggest group project in humility.

Cut to — [DIPLOMATIC DAIS]
The South Korean ambassador presents a gleaming gold crown in a velvet box.

AMBASSADOR:
A symbol of friendship, not of rule.

PRESIDENT J. VIVIAN DANCE (awkward smile):
That’s very — uh — shiny. We don’t really do crowns here.

PRESS SECRETARY (off mic):
Sir … photo op. Smile.
Hold it higher.

Cameras flash; he grins through discomfort.

FREEZE FRAME → headline crawl: “CROWN GATE.”

CNS ANCHOR RACHEL RUHLE:
Globalist bow moment—proof our president kneels for bling.
Optics aside, at least he didn’t throw it into the crowd.

* * * * *

NARRATOR/LUNDY (On screen):
Six million people marched for humility, chanting “No Kings!”
So the universe gifts him a crown two days later.
The chant and the crown cancel each other out, like algebra of absurdity.
That’s the internet’s idea of irony — instant and everlasting.

[FADE OUT]
[END OF EPISODE 4]

The nation’s hangover had a name: President John Vivian Dance.
Polite. Prepared. Unelected by charisma.

“Six million people marched for humility, chanting ‘No Kings!’ ….
So the universe gifts him a crown two days later??”

[WRITERS ROOM]

KAT BLOOM:
He ignored medical advice—tragic, but human.

RICKLES:
Or he was told to ignore it!

EKO:
Correlation isn’t conspiracy, Rickles.

CASEY:
Yet it sells like conspiracy.
That’s the market price of narrative.

RICKLES:
I’m just saying—beta-blocker, Deep Blocker…
connect the dots.

LORENZO:
And thus another theory was born—
immaculate and unprovable.