It's the one where they sort of break the fourth wall. Bluto is pounding the daylights out of poor Popeye. He reaches for a can of spinach, but no can is there, because Bluto has knocked it out of his pocket.
The POV changes, and we're looking at a little boy, seated in the theater, watching the movie. He's alarmed by Popeye's predicament. Apparently he stopped in the theater after going to the store for his mother. He looks down next to him; there's a grocery bag, and at the top of the bag's contents is... a can of spinach! You can tell it's spinach because that's the only word on the can: SPINACH.
The boy stands up, yells "I'll help you Popeye!" He hurls the canned spinach toward the screen.
Our POV jumps back into the scene. Popeye catches the can, squeezes it with one mighty fist, pops it open, and guzzles down the lifesaving leafy mass. The Popeye theme plays. And Popeye jumps up, and starts using Bluto as a punching bag. Then he starts kicking him around like a soccer ball, and dribbling him like a basketball.
The MSM is the little boy in the audience. Obama is Popeye, and Bluto is Trump.
Your scenario is cute. But I believe this time it will turn out differently. We, the great silent, suffering conservative majority, see what is going on. We will act. We will be the little boy; Trump will be Popeye; Obama and his crew will be Bluto.
We'll know after election day.