The West Wing Didn't Go Away, It Just Got Elected

A brilliant Jezebel.com commenter sees the Salahis through a Sorkin lense:

It would open with Toby and Sam holding a copy of the Washington Post with the
partycrashers pictures on the cover.
Toby: "Do you see what this is?"
Sam: "That would appear to be a very blonde lady in a Sari with the Vice
President."
Toby: (louder) DO YOU SEE WHAT THIS IS?
Sam: (peering
closer) Party crashers? Here? (more to himself) I didn't even know that was
possible.
Toby: PARTY CRASHERS. AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
Sam: (still to
himself) How'd they get past the secret service?
Toby: That's what everyone
is going to want to know. GINGER!

-cut to Leo's office with Sam and
Toby-
Toby: Leo, have you seen this?
Leo: Seen what? It's earlier Toby.
-Toby hands over paper-
Leo: Is this what I think it is?
Sam: It
depends what you think it is.
Leo: IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS?
Sam: If
you think it's two reality tv show wannabes who managed to slip past 4 layers of
secret service security to crash the state dinner, as the kids are saying these
days, then yes.
Leo: -withering look- MARGARET!

I feel like it would
be one of President Bartlett's good days - where the staff would be all atwitter
and freaking out and Leo would be yelling at people like crazy to figure out
"how these LUNATICS got past the people who are not even supposed to let a
SPEEDING BULLET get to the president and have prevented 32 assassination
attempts this year alone!"

Cut to Donna pacing frantically outside
Josh's office, and when he finally looks up to ask her what's wrong she rushes
in and just word vomits all over him:
Josh: Yes?
Donna: So you know how
my sister's cousin's veterinarian's brother had that polo association?
Josh:
No, but go on.
Donna: Well... they contacted me a couple days ago but
getting an invitation to this party and I told them that I didn't have any say
in it but I could try to finagle them an invitation and-
Josh: DONNA.
Donna: Yes Josh?
Josh: I'm going to hope I'm getting this wrong, but are
you telling me that you invited this couple to the party?
Donna: No! That's
what I wanted to tell you! I told them I DIDN'T have an invitation for them but
they showed up anyways!
Josh: Uh - okay. Just - just go do something and let
me figure this out. Get me Toby.
Donna: Josh?
Josh: Yeah Donna?
Donna: Are you mad at me?
Josh: I'm - no. Just - Just get Toby.

Toby: It was DONNA?
Josh: It was Donna. Rather it wasn't Donna, but
it was Donna.

As Josh is leaving (wrapping his scarf around his neck) he
runs in Danny Kincade walking out.
"Danny, walk with me."
"What's going
on Josh?"
"This party crashers story - is this still going to be big
tomorrow?"
"Well, considering how everyone's going to be talking about how
the secret service let someone gatecrash the party? Yes."

Something
MAJOR happens though (like a speech on Afghanistan? Repercussions from another
charming side story? A legislative healthcare battle prominently featuring
Abby?) and this gets brushed to the side, just checking in on staff every now
and then to remind us of this storyline.

And then at the end of the
episode, President Bartlett would come in from a charming weekend with Abby in
Vermont, in his dad jeans and a sweatshirt, put on his reading glasses and get
briefed, look over them at the person who's getting most of the blame (my guess
would be Donna) and say, "You - have you learned your lesson?"
"Yes Mr.
President"
"Good. Next time make sure no more weasels get in. We have enough
Republicans crawling around this place. Has the Secret Service been interviewed?
Have security policies been overhauled?"
"Yes Mr. President."
"Good. Now
I don't want to hear another word about this nonsense. We have a country to run,
and the situation in Izbekistan isn't going to resolve itself. You're dismissed.
Leo - you stay."
"Yes Mr. President?"
-laughing-"They actually crashed
the White House State Dinner?"
"Yes, Mr. President."
"Well, why aren't
you laughing, Leo?"
"Because Sir, this is a serious matter! You could have
been killed or worse!"
"Leo... if these (waves hands around with reading
glasses) fameballs got their 15 seconds of fame, I don't want to give them
anymore. Let the secret service deal with them. I'm going to bed - and you
should get some sleep to. Tell Mallory we expect to see her for Christmas."
"Yes sir, Mr. President, Good night Mr. President"