P.O.J.

"Wells here. Orange Julius is on the move," the agent said.
"Roger that," eight other agents affirmed.
"Pelosi, I mean 'San Fran Nan', was scene by the wig, I mean football," agent Blake stammered.
"Blake, Get it together!", Wells scolded.
"Roger that," Blake affirmed.
"Clark here. The football is secure."
"Roger that," from the eight others.
"Orange Julius has put on the football, and is approaching the podium," Wells said.

President Trump places his hands on the podium to begin his speech.

"Abort, Abort, Abort. 'NY Chuck' and 'San Fran Nan' must have electro-statically charged the podium! We now have a Pineapple Orange Julius situation!"
"Blake get in there and discharge him," ordered Wells.
"On it!" Blake said.

ZZZZZZIIIIIT!

The Blake's radio fell silent, a puff of smoke rose from it.

"Agent Down. Agent Down," was called frantically, before the remaining radios fizzled.

"Ouch!", Blake cried.