A/N: This is my first Producers fic, so it might need work. Anyway, I guess you could say it's AU/Post-movie. This is just the prologue, so it might be a little short. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Producers. Mel Brooks does. (Although I wouldn't mind borrowing Leo for a while…)

It was late one afternoon when Leo Bloom walked sluggishly into the suite he shared with Ulla.

"Boy, what a day!" He exclaimed to himself as he plopped down on the couch.

"Leo? Is that you?" Ulla called from the bedroom.

"Yeah." He called back.

Ulla came out of the bedroom and Leo's eyes just about popped out of his head.

Ulla smiled; "You like it?" She asked as he looked her up and down.

She was wearing a light blue, tight-fitting, sleeveless sundress.

"I just brought it today; I knew you would like it." She smiled; sitting down beside him.

"And I do." He said, stretching, and unfortunately knocking over the briefcase he had placed on the arm of the couch.

"Darn it!" He snarled, kneeling down to pick up the papers that had fallen out of the case.

As Ulla kneeled down to help, she asked softly; "Did Leo have a bad day in producing business?"

"Yes, sometimes I wonder why I got into this business in the first place." Leo replied through gritted teeth.

Ulla put her hand under his chin and forced him to look at her.

"You need rest." She said.

Leo tried to object. "No, I don't-"

She placed her hand over his mouth. "YES, you do."

She helped him up and pushed him toward the bedroom. "You go get some sleep; I will take care of these papers." She said.

Leo opened his mouth to protest, but Ulla held up her hand. "Go."

Leo then turned around and left the living room. "I still don't know why I got into this business in the first place!" He said to himself.

Ulla must have heard him because she called out from the other room; "Because if you hadn't gotten into this business and put on "Springtime for Hitler," you wouldn't have met me!"

Leo smiled as he laid down on the bed. "Yeah," He thought.

"But what if "Springtime for Hitler" had been a flop, like it was supposed to be?

What if Franz hadn't broken his leg on opening night?

What if…?"

He fell asleep with these thoughts, not knowing what dreams they would produce…

A/N: Here you are! More coming soon! Please review!