This is going to be better than last chapter. Trust me.
I do not own Sonic, Sega, golf clubs, Nazis, or a delorean time machine. You get where this is going. I apologise to any Jewish people for some things in this chapter. This is purely for entertainment purposes.
We start off at a golf course where, for the first time ever, the "I do not own" things are actually being used. Amazing. Anyway, Makon is playing golf with Silver and Tails.
"FORE!" Makon yelled as he hit the ball. The next thing heard was the sound of glass breaking. "Oh..." Makon then picked up the clubs and ran away.
At another hole about an hour and one lawsuit later, Silver was reading a book called "Golf for dummies".
"Are you going to just read or are you going to play?" Makon asked.
"Hang on, I need to learn." Silver said.
"Well there are lessons for kids happening right now. But it's for girls... but I think you could get away with it." Makon said.
"Shut up." Silver said.
At this time Tails was toying with his clubs.
"No cheating Tails." Makon said.
"Damn it." Tails said, dropping the club that now had a rocket launcher, a medieval flail, and a lazer cat attached to it. A tree caught on fire.
"Now watch this swing... FOR..." Makon said before noticing his watch. "OH CRAP!" Makon let go of the club, and the sound of another window breaking was heard. "WE HAVE TO GO!"
"How do we get back? We don't have a car now." Tails said while looking at Silver.
"For the last time, I didn't see that Cyrus on the road." Silver said.
"You just had to hit the one with the mullet and the one hit song that is really annoying." Makon said.
"Like his daughter's songs?" Silver asked.
"Yes." Makon said. "We'll take the cole train."
"The cole train?" Tails and Silver asked at the same time.
"Yes." Makon said.
A train appeared. It's whistle went off. "VINTAGE!"
"Only wrestling fans will get that reference." Makon said. Everyone gets into the train.
We are now at Makon's home. Makon runs inside.
"ROLL THE DIE!" Makon yelled.
"You do that." Amy said.
"Oh yeah." Makon said. He rolled the die. It landed on 3.
"God damn, another challenge to decide which gender get's tortured more?" Sonic asked.
"Actually no. I'll spin both wheels at the same time and decide who goes." Makon said. "Now the first two will be..." Makon spun the wheels. "Silver and Cream."
"I pray to god that I don't get attacked by kids who think I'm a girl, again." Silver said.
"I pray to god that Amy doesn't follow you and make that happen." Makon said before spinning both wheels. "And the first thing landed on is... Espio."
"Oh crap." Espio said.
"Now then, what will you guys be doing?" Makon said as he span the third wheel.
"Please be something that won't harm me." Silver said.
"Please be something easy." Espio said.
"Please be something that won't give me tats and make me addicted to cigarettes." Cream said as she smoked.
"A day in the life of a 1940's Jew... we are so (BLEEP)ing sued." Makon said.
"Not very PG." Sonic said.
"Yeah, that's kind of a touchy subject." Tails said.
"I think some, if not all, readers will take offence to this." Blaze said.
"What am I supposed to do, just give up a great idea and have a repeat of last chapter?" Makon said.
"YES!" Everyone yelled.
"After last chapter, I'll make a chapter about anything." Makon said. "Besides, I'm not going to insult the religion. They have their own beliefes and what not, and I have no beliefs. It all works out... as long as nobody's offended."
"So what do we do?" Silver asked.
"What else would we do? We have to go back to the future!" Makon said as the Delorean appeared out of nowhere.
"Wouldn't we technically be going back to the past?" Cream asked.
"Shut up." Makon said. "Now get in so I can cause controversy."
The three got in and left. Yeah.
The 1940's, a time of change, power, and Hitler totally pwning his enemys and getting pissed off at several things including video games and the Nostalgia Critic having his account on youtube deleted. Our... "heroes"... arrive in this time and do nothing for a few minutes.
"So... what do we do?" Silver asked.
"Be Jews." Makon said.
"Stereotypical Jews or actual Jews?" Cream asked.
"Actual Jews. I hate stereotypes. Just look at my hate for Marine." Makon said.
"Oh yeah, she's a stereotype of an Australian." Espio said.
"And a horrible one. Not all Aussies say g'day, mate, or the phrase "throw shrimp on the barbie." Trust me, I know better than any of you." Makon said.
"That reminds me." Silver said. "You don't sound Australian. You sound more American than you do Aussie."
"American TV shows really do a number on minds at young ages. Trust me on that." Makon said.
"So how do we be Jews? I'm not Jewish." Silver said.
"Neither am I." Cream said.
"Nor I." Espio said.
"It's ok. I have you gus covered..." Makon said as he pulled a sword out of the Delorean.
"Oh crap." Silver said. "You better not do what you're thinking of doing."
Three seconds later the sound of two guys screaming in pain was heard. Then, a problem arose.
"How do I make Cream Jewish?" Makon said.
"HA!" Cream said.
"Oh well, that's what I have my real self for." Makon said.
"For the last time I'm not buying you porn." I said.
"What? No, just make Cream male so I can make her Jewish." Makon said.
"... I'm not touching that with a 40ft pole." I said.
"Well... I guess you have to act Jewish." Makon said.
"WE COULD ACT JEWISH?" Silver said "THEN WHY DID YOU NEED TO NEARLY MAKE ME AND ESPIO GIRLS?"
"Because when does one ever get to go back to WWII and make a silver hedgehog and a purple chameleon Jewish with a sword?" Makon asked.
"I did that just last week." Espio said.
"I don't care what you do in your personal time, but you're on my time here." Makon said.
"No, you're on our time." Hitler said as he drove up.
"No, you're all on our time." Whoever the British prime minister was back then said.
"No, you're on our time." A random flying frog said.
"No, you're on my time. And it's time for America to change." Barack Obama said.
"No, you're on my time." Batman said. "I'm Batman."
"Hello, I'm the Nostalgia Critic. I remember it so you don't have to. You're on my time." The Nostalgia Critic said.
"(BLEEP) you critic, you're all on my time." The Angry Video Game Nerd said.
"NERD!" NC said as he attacked the Nerd.
"All your time is belonging to us." A cat said.
"No, you're all under my time." Chuck Norris said as a chior sang his name.
"Can we just agree that we are under our own personal time?" Makon asked.
"Yes we can." Barack said.
"So, are you allies, or enemies of Hitler?" Hitler asked.
"Which Hitler? You, Techno Hitler, Lord Kelvin?" Makon asked.
"SILENCE! Are you a Jew?" Hitler asked.
"No. I have no religion." Makon asked.
"Have you considered the ways of Jehovah then?" Hitler asked.
"You're a Jehovah's witness?" Makon asked.
"Yes." Hitler said.
"How about the ways of Jenova?" Makon asked.
"SILENCE!" Hitler said. "Are they Jews."
"You wanna have a look?" Makon asked.
"No. GEORGE!" Hitler yelled.
"Why yes sir?" George said.
"Check if they are Jewish." Hitler said.
"WEEE!" George said.
"I though you hated homosexuals." Makon said.
"There's a lot of lies history books and Wikipedia say." Hitler said. "Did you find anything George?"
"Why yes sir. Those two are indeed Jewish. The... other one isn't. At least I don't think so." George said.
"Hey." Cream said.
"I was actually pleasantly surprised at the silver one." George said.
"Hey." Silver said.
"Let's assume that they are all Jews. TAKE THEM TO THE CAMPS!" Hitler yelled.
"I love camps." Cream said. "Will we be taking nature walks?"
"No, we will be taking horrible beatings. And by we, I mean you." Hitler said.
Meanwhile in another room.
"And now it's time for the hotmail. Let's see what our readers have on their minds." Makon said. He opened a mail box and millions of letters poured out. "Holy crap. Let's see here, hate mail... hate mail... oh, a letter from mom. Let's read."
"YOU SHOULD BURN IN HELL FOR WHAT YOU SAID! NEVER INSULT THE JEWS OR MAKE JOKES ABOUT THE CAMPS!" The letter read.
"Um... That's all for this week..." Makon said, looking out the window and seeing an angry mob waiting. "Um... GET THE CHOPPER RUNNING BILL!" And Makon ran out as the mob followed him.
At one of the camps (Yes, I'm actually going ahead with this chapter). Silver, Espio, and Cream are in a cell.
"Well... we're dead." Silver said.
"No we aren't." Cream said.
"I was nearly killed by kids a few weeks ago, how the hell could I survive this?" Silver asked.
"Luck?" Makon said from the other side of the cell.
"How did you get into the camp?" Espio asked.
"I got a job here." Makon said.
At this point a guard was screaming and being pushed into a gas chamber.
"Was he a Jew?" Makon asked.
"No. He just watched Batman and Robin." A guard said.
"Oh." Makon said.
"So we're going to die." Cream said. "I always thought I would die while chained to a wall in a skimpy dress while getting whipped by Eggman."
"Um... So we're going to die, eh?" Espio said, changing the very disterbing subject.
"No, we won't." Silver said. "All we need to do is escape and fight Hitler."
"How do we do that?" Espio asked.
Silver removed a stone, revieling a book called "Escaping from a 1940's concentration camp and fighting Hitler for dummies".
"Wait, didn't Jack do something like this in his..." Espio said.
"Nope, nope, not at all, this is totally original." Makon said quickly, looking both ways.
"Right..." Espio said.
A few hours later, an alarm went off.
"Why is the alarm going off?" Makon asked.
"And why do we have alarms in the 1940's?" An actual guard asked.
"You apparently have the Internet, Barack Obama, Wikipedia, and Batman and Robin, and you ask why you guys have alarms in this time?" Makon asked.
"It confuses us as much as it does you." The guard said.
At this point, the guard is stabbed in the back by Cream.
"CREAM? YOU KILLED HIM!" Makon said.
"So? Now you die." Cream said, pulling the knife out of the guard's back.
"NO! He's on our side." Silver said.
"HE'S TORTURED US FOR MONTHS! AND YOU DON'T WANT REVENGE?" Cream yelled.
"She's right. Kill the bastard." Espio said.
"No, we need him to get back to our time." Silver said.
"HEY! GET HERE!" A guard yelled, grabbing Silver by his hair.
"Gotta go." Silver said, running away with the others and having a small clump of his hair fall off.
"DAMN IT!" The guard yelled, throwing the hair into a fire. Suddenly, the smoke grew and he smelled it. "Woah, dude. This stuff is awesome."
"What are you doing?" Another guard asked.
"Dude, smell this." The first guard said.
"What is it?" The guard asked. He smelt it. "Dude, this is awesome."
" I know man." The first guard said. "We should grow some of this stuff."
"So that's how hippies were born, huh?" Makon asked.
"Apparently, Silver's hair is smokeable." Espio said.
Cream started reaching over to Silver with a lighter.
"Don't even think about it." Silver said.
They ran out the door, but in their path was Hitler.
"Going somewhere?" Hitler asked.
"We were just going out to get some... er... milk." Silver said.
"And I'm taking them." Makon said.
"Oh, ok then. Have a safe trip..." Hitler said. "Oh wait a minute. What type of milk?"
"Hitler's choice?" Espio asked.
"Wrong answer, although Hitler's Choice is a really good milk, and is found in the "RID THE WORLD OF JEWS!" section of your local supermarket." Hitler said.
"Shameless self promotion?" Makon asked.
"How the hell should I know? I'm not even the real Hitler." Hitler said.
"You might not be the real Hitler, but you sure are a real douche-bag." Makon said.
"HAHAHAHA, boom boom." Basil Brush said.
"You will all not escape... except the talking fox, he already escaped." Hitler said.
"Oh yeah?" Silver asked.
"Yeah." Hitler said.
"Well we have something that can help us escape." Silver said.
"What is it?" Hitler asked.
"An awesome ninja chameleon?" Espio asked.
"Horrible writing?" Cream asked.
"Me killing a rabbit?" Makon said, pulling out a gun at the same time.
"No, no, and do that on your own time." Silver said.
"No, you're on..." A snail said.
"You're to late for that joke." Makon said.
"God damn it. I came all the way out here for nothing." The snail said, before slowly leaving.
"No, we have something better than all of that." Silver said. "We have an incredibly tired writer making this at midnight."
"Oh shut up. I can make you do any..." I said before going to sleep.
"See." Silver said. "Now time for a totally unnecessary fight scene."
And with that, they thought. In the end of an epic battle, involving guns, trains, a monkey, and three tap-dancing snakes, Silver, Cream, and Espio had won.
"Lazy!" Silver yelled.
"I'm not lazy, I'm tired." I said.
"Whatever." Silver said.
"Well, let's go back. We changed history enough." Makon said.
In present time.
"Hey everyone." Makon said.
"Oh, hey dude." Sonic said, smoking something wraped in paper with everyone else.
"Are you guys smoking weed?" Makon asked.
"What? No." Shadow said. "Weed is for wimps."
"We're smoking silver grass." Blaze said.
"Silver grass?" Makon asked.
Silver walked in with 50 people following him with scissors, lighters, and paper.
"Why are they..." Silver said.
"SILVER GRASS!" Everyone except Makon and Silver yelled. They all way at Silver and started yanking his hair off.
"HEY!" Makon said. Everyone stopped. "... save some for me." And with that, Makon started ripping Silver's hair off. And nobody could have been happier. Literally, they are at the pinnacle of highness, it doesn't get any higher than that.
So the moral of the story is never make jokes about WWII... unless it ends with Silver losing his hair.
