A/N: Thank you to everyone who has been reviewing! Here's the next chapter and, as always, I do not own Hogan's Heroes.

Chapter Five:

"Colonel Hogan to see you mein Colonel" Helga said to Klink, who sat inside of his office.

"Tell him to go away! Can't you see I'm very busy?"

"Aw, come on Kommandant! This will only take a few seconds," Hogan said, forcing his way into the room.

"Alright alright what is it Hogan! As you can see, I am positively buried in paperwork! The guards are complaining about the increased patrols and the roll calls and filling out these forms is just so tedious!"

"Oh, now that's a shame. Hey, the men were wondering if we could have a friendly game of baseball between the guards and ourselves. Give your men a break! Their quadruple patrols are tiring them out you know. Morale's at an all time low! You can't tell me that that would look good going out in a report to Berlin."

"Request denied. Honestly Hogan, if you wanted to have a competition between the guards and the prisoners, you should have chosen a sport that Germans are good at!"

"Like what?"

"Shot-put, we are very good at shot-put. And gymnastics."

"Sir, I hardly believe that you would allow POW's to throw cannonballs and vault over the fences."

"Quite right, Hogan! I was merely giving examples, not suggestions. Now please go away, I have already given my answer."

"Well, how about we let you throw out the ceremonial first pitch."

"I said that I have given my answer, Hogan!"

"How about we let you be the pitcher for the guards' team? Imagine leading a superior German team to victory over the inferior, completely cowed US prisoners." Hogan said, pouring a glass of alcohol for both himself and Klink.

"Oh, I quite like that" Klink said, taking one of the glasses from Hogan and sipping it thoughtfully.

"I can see it now! Kommandant Klink- exhibiting the glorious power of the Third Reich by making an absolute mockery of the Americans in his camp by beating them at their own game. Well, as you said you have given your answer so…" Hogan drained his glass and began to walk towards the door.

"Wait! I've changed my mind!"

"It's settled then! How about we have the game tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Oh but it's so soon! I really have no time to prepare…well, all right. The sooner we get this done the better. But I warn you, Hogan! No funny business! In fact, I think that I am going to have all of the men who are not playing stand at roll call so they can be watched by the guards just to make sure you are not using this as a distraction for anything."

"Come on, Kommandant! What could we, the thoroughly cowed POW's do when you and your men were playing a friendly game of baseball?"

"I don't know, Hogan, and that's what worries me."

"Come on, sir, you don't have to watch us that closely. I mean, this is the only prison camp in Germany that has never had any escapes, right?"

"That's the way I'd like to keep it, Hogan! I can't afford to have any escapes, especially with General Werner watching me like a hawk. In fact, I have decided that I am pulling all of the patrols in on that day to make sure that none of the prisoners attempt to escape during the game. Now go away, I am far too busy to deal with your nonsense any longer." Klink said as he returned to shuffling through the papers on his desk. Hogan turned and gave Klink a casual salute before he sauntered out of his office and towards the barracks.