As soon as Michael Jackson had dead-panned his way out of the courthouse and into Michael Force One, the black SUV that would transport the ghostly white Jackson to his Neverland ranch, the cell phone in the lavishly appointed vehicle began to ring. Thinking it might be Jesse Jackson calling to ask Jackson to join him in a prayer of thanksgiving, Jackson told his driver, Marcus Jackson, to pick up.

"Dude on the line says he's Donald Trump, boss," said Jackson.

"What does he want," asked Jackson flatly.

"Says he wants to swap houses with you," said Jackson. "Says you can take Mirror Leggo and he'll take the ranch."

"That's Miralago, where Mr. Trump lives in Florida," corrected Jackson. "It's a lovely place. Tell him I'll get back to him. Then get me Macaulay, please."