It was the final days of the Reich. The Red Army had totally encircled Berlin, and most of the city had been bombed into a worst state than Berlin the week beforehand. Hitler was in his bunker, tapping his fingers on his large, Aryan-made, desk, contemplating over whether or not the 15th Invisidiers had destroyed the entire Soviet Army and kicked Stalin in the groin yet. Suddenly an officer burst through the door.

"Mein Fuehrer, ze Commies are at ze doors of ze bunker, and ve ran out of shampoo!"

"Mein Gott in haven, how am I supposed to have glossy and smooth hair now?"

"Ah, mein Fuehrer, ze Commies…?"

"Shut up Dummkopf, ze 12th Army shall save us."

"Mein Fuehrer, ze 12th Army is just a pencil you threw out ze vindow."

"And mein Gott did that pencil serve its duty. Hmmm," he tapped the desk again, "I know, I have une idea! How is ze project 'Super-Aryan-Bot'?"

"Ah, mein Fuehrer, it has been conveniently finished."

"Oh ja? Quick, ve must get to ze ultra-secret bunker!"

Hitler and the officer left the office, taking the jars of sauerkraut in case they needed an emergency sauerkraut eating session. They ran through the halls into the depths of the bunker, where the epitome of Nazi super-science was held. They opened the door to the 'Nazi Super-Science' room, inside were a number of scientists working feverously away on shining the boots of the giant robot they had created.

Hitler was awe-inspired. "Mein Gott, zhat robot looks exactly like me!"

"Ve did model it after ze most Aryan person on ze planet after all," the head scientist said, "I am Professor Hans, and I present you vith ze machine vhich ve spent ze entire Hindenburg budget on."

"It is certainly impressive ja, but vhere is ze giant laser?"

"It is in ze foot. Now mein Fuehrer, ve must be quick, ze Reds are coming!"

Hitler ran up the catwalk to the cockpit, which was located in the robot's head. Suddenly the officer burst through the door.

"Mein Fuehrer!" he shouted, "Ze Amerikana are here!"

"Oh sheisen! I knew ve should have left the door closed!" one of the guards shouted. He was interrupted as a dozen bullets went through the officer's chest and a cigar-chomping, muscle-packed, gun-toting, shirt-bursting, flag-wearing, apple pie-loving Nameless American Soldier burst into the room.

"Hey hey bitches," he shouted, his shirt bursting twice in the process, "It's party-time!" He fired both of his machine-guns at all the Germans in the room. The guards in the room retaliated, but they had graduated from the 'Colonel Klutz School of Being a Nazi'. They were mown down in short succession.

"Mein Fuehrer get to da bunka!" Hans shouted, before being shot and falling off the catwalk. "Ach mein kopf exploden!"

Hitler ran quickly down the catwalk, miraculously avoiding the machine-gun fire due to the fact he was a main character. He made it into the Hasbro-inspired cockpit, strapped himself in and closed the face.

"Now, vhere is ze insta-vin button" he asked himself, looking over the controls. He found the 'GIANT FRIGGING LASER' button and pressed it. "Suck on mein sauerkraut Amerikana!" he shouted.

"What the hell is this crap?!" the nameless American soldier shouted, after having planted a few American flags on the wall. He pulled out a bazooka, his shirt bursting off yet again, and aimed it at the giant fighting robot. "Take this ya Kraut bastard!"

He fired the bazooka just as Hitler fired the laser, the two projectiles intercepting and forming a hole in time and space. Hitler was flung about in the time-space continuum, his sauerkraut flung around the cockpit, as he was lost in time.

To be continued…?