Chapter 4: Burned Pancakes
All our heroes were in the tunnel, escaping from Col. Crittendon.
"Col., can't we just kill him?" complained LeBeau.
"No LeBeau. Sorry."
The radio began humming.
"Papa Bear here, go ahead Mama Bear," said Kinch.
"Contact codes for 'Snegurochka' and 'Vasilisa'. Will be at the Hammelburg Hotel in Hammelburg, room 216 in two days. Recognition code as follows: 'What happens next?' 'A dance with my windshield wipers.' 'Love will find a way.'."
"Papa Bear copies. Over and out."
Hogan asked no one in particular, "Why are the codes always so…so…."
"Asinine?" tried Carter.
"Yes, asinine."
"Wow, Andrew. I didn't know you knew such a big word," Newkirk said.
"Well, yeah. In fourth grade, I started memorizing the dictionary and I got all the way through 'castrate' before I stopped."
"Carter, do you ever shut-up?" asked LeBeau.
"Don't answer that!" Hogan said quickly.
A/N and Disclaimer: I don't think we broke any other copyrights, other than HH, but just in case, we don't own the Hammelburg Hotel. Do not sue, they has nothing. I'd probably have to pay… Wow, the supposed editor uses some interesting grammar. Who asked you anyways? Oh yeah, the Midget….