I did this a year and a half ago for Scott Nygren's Hypervideo class, and I still haven't disowned it yet.
It was supposed to be a critique of those overwroght, anti-captialist, "cut-and-paste animation" propoghanda movies, but everyone just assumed it was one of them. The whole class thought it was exactly what I was trying to satire.
Out popped a dozen people in dark windbreakers identifying them as feds -- agents from Homeland Security and Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Some raced to the loading docks. Others hurried through the front door. All were armed.
"I just sell honey -- what the hell is this all about?" he remembered asking, as he was hustled into a tiny room with his office manager and truck driver.
Three days before the April 25 raid, customs had persuaded a federal judge in Seattle to issue the search warrant shoved in Ingalls' hands. But it wasn't until Ingalls read "Attachment D" that he understood why investigators were seizing his business records, passport, phone logs, photographs, Rolodexes, mail and computer files -- almost anything that could be copied or hauled away.