Once when my parents weren't home, I plotted to take over the world. I decided that I'd go around whacking everybody in the face with sandwiches. This would force them to obey me, so I'd have complete power. I would start by whacking all the Eskimos in the tropics, and work my way up to the Jamaicans in the Arctic. With such good planning, how could my plan fail?

It was kind of too bad, though, that my parents were only gone for two minutes. So, I went up and whacked them in the face with sandwiches. Surprisingly, they were unaffected (they must have super powers), and they sent me to back to my caged cardboard box with the rabid Capuchin monkey.