A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Summer really got in my way (not that that's entirely bad). Anyways, here's the next update! Thanks once again to everyone who reviewed...feel free to continue doing so! As always, I do not own Hogan's Heroes.

Chapter Seven:

The sun beat down hot upon the players and spectators as the game began. Klink stood on the pitcher's mound, waiting to pitch.

"Alright, Carter, this is it." Hogan said, pushing Carter towards the plate.

"Yeah. Sure…sure Colonel." Carter said nervously. Carter lined himself up and awaited Klink's pitch. Klink looked as Schultz, who was the catcher for a few seconds, wound up, and…

"Wow! Did you see that curveball? Who knew Klink could actually pitch?" Rodgers, an American corporal said in amazement as Carter swung and missed.

"Well, this puts a dent in our plans, doesn't it?" Hogan said as Carter struck out.

"Carter, I thought you said you could hit!"

"I did! Well, I can. Well…I did have the best batting average on my team after all."

"Carter, why was your batting average so good?"

" Well, because I only had one at bat and one hit, sir."

"Carter…"

"Sorry Colonel."

"I'm up! Wish me luck." Rodgers said, grabbing the bat out of Carter's hands and stepping over towards the plate.

"Strike one!" Lebeau, who was acting as the umpire, called as Rogers swung at a fastball and missed. Strikes two and three were not far behind.

"Sorry, Colonel. I'm actually a decent hitter, honest!" Rogers said, handing the bat to Hogan. Hogan took the bat and stepped up to the plate, ready to take his chance at hitting the baseball into the woods.

"Strike three, you're out." Lebeau cried

"Looks like getting this baseball over the fence is going to be much more difficult than we thought." Carter said quietly as Hogan sat down on the bench beside him.

"Carter, I believe you have just won the award for understatement of the year." Hogan said, taking a swig from a canteen.

"Hogan! Are you coming? The mighty German Juggernauts are up at bat!" Klink cried from the opposing bench.

"Yeah, we're coming." Hogan said, standing up and heading for the pitcher's mound.

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Four innings came and went, and the German Juggernauts were absolutely destroying the Allied Assassins. Unfortunately, the ball had not yet been hit over the prison fence, and to say that Colonel Hogan was getting anxious was an understatement.

"Colonel Klink!" He yelled over to the opposing team just before the bottom of the fifth inning.

"Yes Hogan? Don't tell me you're giving up already!" Klink replied happily

"Of course not, sir, I would just like to call a break so we can have a team meeting. Lebeau, you did say that you made bratwurst for anyone who was interested, right?"

"Oui, Colonel"

"Oh, I am interested! I am very interested! Please, Kommandant, may we break for lunch?" Schultz asked Colonel Klink pleadingly.

"Well, yes, I suppose that's alright." Klink said as he walked over to where Lebeau had set out a very nice lunch of bratwurst with mustard, sauerkraut, and potatoes.

Once the German team was out of earshot, Hogan beckoned his team to huddle around him and said,

"Now remember, guys, the point isn't to win…although granted that would have been a fabulous side effect. The point is to get this baseball over that fence come hell or high water. We know that Klink can pitch, so let's see if the other krauts know how to hit one out of the park."