I Love It When A Plan Comes Together

Speaking for herself, Westmonster was hoping for a member of the A-Team. Imagine the scene:

The dodgy donors and crooked politicians have the Committee for Standards in Public Life holed up good in the abandoned warehouse (containing, incidentally, piping of various widths, a flame thrower, and a wheelbarrow) and are just biding their time. What's to be done? The Committee knows that they need to get a plane to London ("I ain't getting on no plane, Hannibal") to inform gorgeous Chris Huhne of a possible breach of the Political Parties, Election and Referundums Act 2000. Also, Face quite fancies putting the moves on.

Howling Mad Murdoch, who is dressed as one of the prosecutors from the Salem witch trials and speaking on behalf of his puppet, Mr Blinky, is concerned that time is running out: "Colonel, Mr Blinky says that unless we move fast, the politicians will get away with not declaring their donations to the Electoral Commission in the manner required by Representation of the People Act (as amended)!"

BA: "shut up, you crazy fool!"

Still, Hannibal is aware that they have to act fast. Pausing only to ensure that BA drinks his milk, the Committee get to work with an acetalyne torch and have soon turned one of Alan Titchmarsh's finest into an armoured tank complete with surface to air missile capacity, bullet-proof shield, and the sort of range that the authors of the "dodgy dossier" dreamed about.

Taking cover behind the tank, they bust out of the warehouse. Hannibal yells, "quick Face! Fire above the bad guys' heads!" The politicians, taken by surprise and being the cowardly scum that they are, try to escape in a nearby helicopter. Thinking fast, the Faceman launches a rocket at the aircraft, which plunges one hundred feet down to earth and explodes in flames which consume it in a matter of seconds.

A moment later, all the politicians stagger out of the rubble, looking dazed and slightly blackened. Face and Murdoch tie them up and leave them for Colonel Decker and the officials of the Electoral Commission to find. They're going away for a long time, kids. 

Hannibal contemplatively chews a cigar, "I love it when a plan comes together."

That's the stuff, to get people engaged in the political process, eh? And yes. Yes, it was misspent.