Chapter 13: Tomorrow….

Shultz came into Klink's office. "Major Hochstetter is here with the prisoner, Mein Fuhrer, Herr Kommandant."

Hitler perked up. "I want to meet this Hochstetter. He is quite the laughing stock in Berlin. Bring the Jew here."

"He is a Jew?" asked Klink incredulously.

"No, but his mother was."

"Doesn't religion pass through the mother?"

"Yup."

Hochstetter came into the office and saluted crisply.

"So, you're the one sending those reports to Berlin."

"Yes, mein Fuhrer."

"I've inspected this place, and either you're smoking something, or I'm blind," Hochstetter began sweating nervously. "Tell me, Klink. Am I blind?"

"Of course not, mein Fuhrer. In fact, I'm half blind; after all, I do wear a monocle."

"Shut up, Klink," said Hitler. "No more 'Papa Bear' reports. Dismissed."

…out on the compound…

Marya, near tears, attempted to put her emotions into words, "You're my bath house, and I'm your tub."

"I get what you're trying to say, love," said Crittendon.

Klink and Shultz stood on the porch, observing from afar.

"Goody-two-shoes and the filthy beast? In love!" exclaimed Klink.

"I think so, Herr Kommandant."

"Why?"

"That, no one can answer."

Hogan approached Marya and Crittendon. "Col., our truck will be waiting for you outside Dusseldorf. Here's a gun."

"Thanks much, ol' boy. Good-bye, Masha. See you soon."

"Good-bye, Rodney, my love."

The truck came into the compound and the two new prisoners got out. Hogan approached them. "Hi, I'm Col. Robert Hogan, senior P.O.W. You're about to talk to our Kommandant, so remember, name, rank, and serial number ONLY."

Meanwhile, Hitler had just noticed that Marya has fallen in love. He started yelling at Klink. "But I'm Hitler! I am hot and I am sexy! Why doesn't she love me?"

"All's fair in love and war," responded Shultz, "and who can tell with Russians?"

"And, mein Fuhrer, aren't you married?" added Klink.

"Sure, but I'm not dead!"

A/N and Disclaimer: We still don't own HH or Father Goose, nor do we own the Russian song, Зайка Моя-oops- zaika mya (my little bunny). Bloody brilliant song, though. No comment this time around I have a comment: that song is creepy. No it isn't, it's bloody brilliant. What do you know anyways, you're just the editor. Dang, now it's stuck in the Midget's head.