YIKES!! NOT ANOTHER ONE!
Yes-we're even wackier than before, i'm afraid...well read on if you dare...
Klink Sr. rolled his wheelchair out of the office and onto the front porch. He then noticed that his son had remained behind. "SON! Follow me! Klink jr meekly stepped out, with his father, spouting about how comfortable the guest quarters would be.
"nevermind the quarters yet, Wilhelm! Get me down these stairs!" Colonel Klink looked at the chair a moment, then motioned for two guards, who willingly lifted the chair to the ground.
"I want a tour, Wilhelm!" Klink Sr. bellowed. Colonel Klink looked sick for a moment and started to try to dissuade his father. "Father, it is late, and you are undoubtedly tired.." Klink Sr. cut him off with a glare and started wheeling towards barracks 2.
Klink was about to reluctantly follow, when Hilde stepped out. "General Burkhalter on the phone, Herr Kommandant!"
Klink restrained a smile of relief, and turned towards the office. "Sorry, father-Srgt. Schultz will give you a complete tour. "
Schultz snapped to attention, led the way to Barracks two
Hogan sat his coffee down when Klink sr. came into the room, but didn't show any other sign of being aware he was even there.
"American! You!!"
Hogan looked up and grinned. "Hiya gramps. sorry about the mess-but we weren't expecting callers. Have fun!" and he went back to his conversation, clearing dismissing the old man.
"You, yankee! What is your name? Guard, who is this man?" Klink Sr. asked rather loudly. Newkirk, from his bunk, looked downa t the elderly German. "'Ey! Pe'ple ar' tryin' t'sleep in 'ere! 'Ave some r'spect!" he yelled and layed back down.
Shultz barely escaped running from the barracks in terror ofthe old man's gaze. "Co-colonel H-Hogan is the senior POW here at Stalag 13...that was Newkirk, this is Cockroach, er, LeBeau.." Klink turned to face the large sergent "Shut up, dumbkoph! Disgraceful camp! Best stalag, peh!"
Schultz wilted, and noticably looked to Hogan for help
Hogan took pity, and stepped forward. "Look, Herr Klink. This is the way it's gonna be. We're the disrespectful Allied forces, 'cowed' by you beastly huns. Let's leave it at that, huh?"
Herr Klink looked at Hogan with scrutiny. "Ja. Let's leave it at that, for now. But I am going to let my son know about ur behaviour!"
Hogan made a terrified look-then grinned. "You go right ahead."
As soon as Herr Klink left-in a snit or not-Newkirk lept from his bunk.
"Colonel 'Ogan, me mate 'ere and I have a bit of a plan goin'...d'ye mind?
******
"THAT man should be put in front of the firing squad, ja? Of course!. You are too slack wth these POW's, Whilhelm. It will be your undoing."
'Wilhelm' wrung his hands. "It's not my fault they don't teach respect in Allied officer training. I have been tempted to shoot him many a time, Sir, believe me!"
They were interrupted by Hogan coming in, followed by Schultz, LeBeau, and Newkirk-the latter two carrying packages.
Klink slammed his hand on his desk. "What is it this time?"
Schultz didn't know whether to laugh or...what. "You ordered top security on that toy-i-i-i mean that prisoner-the teddy bear, herr kommandant. I didn't know what to do.
LeBeau came forward. "I made some stew for it, mon colonel. Magnifique! He has to be feeling miserable."
Newkirk managed to keep a straightface. "And it's a mite nippy in there, guv'nor-i made it a sweater."
Klink was suddenly aware that his mouth was hanging open. He shut it.
Klink sr. was not talking. He must be suprised too, thought Hogan with a smirk.
Klink rolled his eyes. "Of course, of course-Schultz, you know what to do. DISMISSED!"
Why did I ever put that bear in the cooler? Klink shook his head in despair. Of course he couldn't release it NOW-would not be good form. Perhaps later?
As soon as he could!
***
Hogan, Newkirk, and LeBeau finally go to their barracks-and finally laughed. "Y-you should 'ave seen the looks on those kraut's faces!! Bloody shocked, they were!
"
Carter giggled. "Boy! What if the next time we try to break it out?"
Hogan rolled his eyes. "Guys-this isn't a game. This device is needed badly...whatEVER it is! And we need to think of something intelligent to get it out."
"And let's make that ASAP" Kinch climbed out of the tunnel bunk.
"London just sent a message-the contact that needs the part has arrived, and would like to leave as soon as possible, for safety reasons, hopefully by tomorrow night. "
Hogan sighed. "Great. JUST great. Ok, fellas-this is utterly ludicrous-we've built airplanes in our barracks before-let's figure a way to get the toy out of the cooler, ok? I'm in my quarters if anyone thinks of something. "
TBC
We're gonna do a final chapter probably tomorrow night...any ideas to make more twist or a sequal, or another wacky idea...or ANYTHING! would be highly appreciated.
Yes-we're even wackier than before, i'm afraid...well read on if you dare...
Klink Sr. rolled his wheelchair out of the office and onto the front porch. He then noticed that his son had remained behind. "SON! Follow me! Klink jr meekly stepped out, with his father, spouting about how comfortable the guest quarters would be.
"nevermind the quarters yet, Wilhelm! Get me down these stairs!" Colonel Klink looked at the chair a moment, then motioned for two guards, who willingly lifted the chair to the ground.
"I want a tour, Wilhelm!" Klink Sr. bellowed. Colonel Klink looked sick for a moment and started to try to dissuade his father. "Father, it is late, and you are undoubtedly tired.." Klink Sr. cut him off with a glare and started wheeling towards barracks 2.
Klink was about to reluctantly follow, when Hilde stepped out. "General Burkhalter on the phone, Herr Kommandant!"
Klink restrained a smile of relief, and turned towards the office. "Sorry, father-Srgt. Schultz will give you a complete tour. "
Schultz snapped to attention, led the way to Barracks two
Hogan sat his coffee down when Klink sr. came into the room, but didn't show any other sign of being aware he was even there.
"American! You!!"
Hogan looked up and grinned. "Hiya gramps. sorry about the mess-but we weren't expecting callers. Have fun!" and he went back to his conversation, clearing dismissing the old man.
"You, yankee! What is your name? Guard, who is this man?" Klink Sr. asked rather loudly. Newkirk, from his bunk, looked downa t the elderly German. "'Ey! Pe'ple ar' tryin' t'sleep in 'ere! 'Ave some r'spect!" he yelled and layed back down.
Shultz barely escaped running from the barracks in terror ofthe old man's gaze. "Co-colonel H-Hogan is the senior POW here at Stalag 13...that was Newkirk, this is Cockroach, er, LeBeau.." Klink turned to face the large sergent "Shut up, dumbkoph! Disgraceful camp! Best stalag, peh!"
Schultz wilted, and noticably looked to Hogan for help
Hogan took pity, and stepped forward. "Look, Herr Klink. This is the way it's gonna be. We're the disrespectful Allied forces, 'cowed' by you beastly huns. Let's leave it at that, huh?"
Herr Klink looked at Hogan with scrutiny. "Ja. Let's leave it at that, for now. But I am going to let my son know about ur behaviour!"
Hogan made a terrified look-then grinned. "You go right ahead."
As soon as Herr Klink left-in a snit or not-Newkirk lept from his bunk.
"Colonel 'Ogan, me mate 'ere and I have a bit of a plan goin'...d'ye mind?
******
"THAT man should be put in front of the firing squad, ja? Of course!. You are too slack wth these POW's, Whilhelm. It will be your undoing."
'Wilhelm' wrung his hands. "It's not my fault they don't teach respect in Allied officer training. I have been tempted to shoot him many a time, Sir, believe me!"
They were interrupted by Hogan coming in, followed by Schultz, LeBeau, and Newkirk-the latter two carrying packages.
Klink slammed his hand on his desk. "What is it this time?"
Schultz didn't know whether to laugh or...what. "You ordered top security on that toy-i-i-i mean that prisoner-the teddy bear, herr kommandant. I didn't know what to do.
LeBeau came forward. "I made some stew for it, mon colonel. Magnifique! He has to be feeling miserable."
Newkirk managed to keep a straightface. "And it's a mite nippy in there, guv'nor-i made it a sweater."
Klink was suddenly aware that his mouth was hanging open. He shut it.
Klink sr. was not talking. He must be suprised too, thought Hogan with a smirk.
Klink rolled his eyes. "Of course, of course-Schultz, you know what to do. DISMISSED!"
Why did I ever put that bear in the cooler? Klink shook his head in despair. Of course he couldn't release it NOW-would not be good form. Perhaps later?
As soon as he could!
***
Hogan, Newkirk, and LeBeau finally go to their barracks-and finally laughed. "Y-you should 'ave seen the looks on those kraut's faces!! Bloody shocked, they were!
"
Carter giggled. "Boy! What if the next time we try to break it out?"
Hogan rolled his eyes. "Guys-this isn't a game. This device is needed badly...whatEVER it is! And we need to think of something intelligent to get it out."
"And let's make that ASAP" Kinch climbed out of the tunnel bunk.
"London just sent a message-the contact that needs the part has arrived, and would like to leave as soon as possible, for safety reasons, hopefully by tomorrow night. "
Hogan sighed. "Great. JUST great. Ok, fellas-this is utterly ludicrous-we've built airplanes in our barracks before-let's figure a way to get the toy out of the cooler, ok? I'm in my quarters if anyone thinks of something. "
TBC
We're gonna do a final chapter probably tomorrow night...any ideas to make more twist or a sequal, or another wacky idea...or ANYTHING! would be highly appreciated.