Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

A prophecy foretold of a young man venturing out to the unknown to save the world. This young man was no one other then Flynn Rider. Flynn was the most dashing, most handsome, most intelligent man this universe has ever known. His mission - open a jar of pickles. This was no ordinary jar though,  It was Barrack Obama's jar. The jar of pickles was stuck, glued together by his arch nemesis - Glue Guy ! This special jar was also guarded by the Golden Vulture of everything green. Flynn know this shall be his greatest feat ever. 'But how' he wondered, 'how would he get to the White House ?' He would have to travel many miles and go through many disasters before he would reach his old pal Barrack. Driving wasn't an option , because he had lost his license last year from speeding. Flying was also out of the question considering he is afraid of planes. There was only one other way - one very desperate way. Flynn Rider would have to walk to the White House. Before he started his journey , he grabbed his magic wand - just in case he came in contact with The Golden Valture. Flynn had been walking about 9.7 minuets and he still had not been attacked. 'How odd' He whispered to himself. Then again 23 minuets into the hike - he was still safe ! Thinking he would make the full half hour journey safely , Flynn let his guard down. This , was a terrible mistake. Out of nowhere a crack in the side walk peeked over the concrete and made Flynn fall to the ground , breaking his wand - and the outer skin on his left knee ! Flynn would gave to open the jar without any magic now ! Could he even do it ? Yes ! He decided he would just have to get back up and walk the last few yards. It was definitely a struggle , but he somehow made it with just a scratch on his knee. He saw the white gates and ran inside. From very far away , he could hear the faint yelps of the president. Following the calls for help , Flynn found Barrack in the Oval Office - and there , on the table, was the jar ! 'Shhh' he said to Mr. Obama , 'It will soon be all over.' Flynn boldly walked over to where the jar sat , he picked it up ...... And using all his might , took off the lid. A wave of relief came over both the men. Barrack Obama stood up from the corner he was hiding in and went to give Flynn the biggest hug in te history of the universe ! From that day forward , Flynn was the royal pickle jar opener and both he , and Obama , lived happily ever after. Thank goodness he overcame that dangerous fall !