The alligators began planning as soon as the president’s motorcade left the White House. Stan had failed to nab him in Palm Beach but his cousin Dan was game to give it a go in Virginia. “Jeesh,” Dan thought, “I better try and puke up my lunch to make room in my stomach for this guy.” Frankly, he hadn’t seen that much grub in one place since the all-you-can-eat-buffet at his uncle’s 60th.