Disclaimer: The Surgeon General says that these belong to ol'
Sparky, God rest his soul….
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"I'm not surprised,
after all those goofs you made."
"!!!!! !"
"Name one? For
starters, that ship is called a Fokker."
"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!"
"Hey, you asked
me."
General Kraut
walked up. "Ok, boy. It's time."
Snoopy saluted
him. He boarded his Sopwith. The mechanic rode with the German.
This is
easy, thought the dog. I just fly, following him, until we reach base
nothing could happen. A shot rang out, above his head. Well, maybe a
little trouble. He looked behind him. 3 panes were flying behind him. Could
be trouble.
They seem
to have full ammo. Only one thing to do now. The Ace flies between the two
ships. They shot each other, missing
our hero by inches. He then turns the third one into dog chow. Why didn't those allies o' mine see me?
He looks down.
The truck with
the general and the mechanic is surrounded by 3 others. A fourth is in fire, a
few miles behind them. The flying ace aims on the one behind his friends. The
machine gun fires. The truck goes 'boom'.
Kraut pushes
an enemy that tried to get on into his own truck. The driver is knocked out,
and the truck lands in a ditch. The mechanic throws a wrench at the driver of
the last one. It hits a concealed bomb, and "pop goes the weasel".
Snoop can't
hear them from where they are, but he can see Kraut mouthing, '5 more kilometers'.
We needs some questions when we
land, the dog thinks. Like, what are we risking our butts over? I don't
even know what the weapon is.
-To
be continued-