Chapter 3: More "Good" News
A little while later, the men were up in the barracks playing cards and the like. The door opened.
"Col. Hogan! The Kommandant wants to see you!" yelled Shultz.
"I'm right here, Shultz."
"Oh, Col. Hogan, the Kommandant wants to see you."
"Okay, Shultz."
The pair made their way to the Kommandant's office.
"Guten Morgen, Frauline Helga," said Hogan.
"Guten Morgen."
Hogan came up behind her and began nuzzling her neck. "What does the bald eagle want today?"
"I'll tell you if you answer one question correctly," murmured Helga.
"Ask away."
"Col. Hogan, will you still need me, er, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?"
"Ummm…."
"Your hesitance has revealed all," She stepped away from him. "The Kommandant will see you now."
'Dmn, can this day get any worse?' thought Hogan. He began to greet the Kommandant "Good Morning, Komman-an-an…."
"Hogan, you remember Col. Crittendon? He was caught outside camp this morning. I'm trying to get him back to Stalag 12, but in the meantime he is Senior P.O.W. Col. Crittendon?"
"Rodney Crittendon, Colonel, RAF, serial number…."
"Enough!" cried Klink.
'Wow, when it rains, it pours,' thought Hogan.
"Dissssmissed!" shouted the Bald Eagle.
A/N and Disclaimer: Okay, we still don't own HH or the Beatles, so we definitely don't own "When I'm Sixty-four". Gosh, Toerkel, we sound awfully poor! You are. You are poor high school students who, until recently, didn't have a job. Now Toerkel does.
Pan, stop revealing information or we shall reveal information about you!