[Otto shuts off the radio, turns to his crew and gives orders]
FRITZIE... unt FRANKIE... get goink, you are flyink der Hannover!! Schnell!! Der Baroness needs help!!!
HANS!!!! Prepare mine Fokker!!! Vere iz der....
FRANKIEEEE... VAT ARE YOU DOINK!!! FRITZIE IZ FLYINK, YOU ARE GUNNINK!!! HANS!!! SCHTOP HIM!!!
[a lone Hannover CLII fires-up, goes full throttle and begines spinning in cirlces inside the hanger. Frankie (Otto's fabled Ace rear-gunner Daschund) is at the controls, while Fritize (his other fabled Ace Daschund) is fighting with him at the same time. Barking loudly, and much commotion about in the cockpit. Inside the hangar, cans are flying everywhere, the Hannover is knocking everything over in sight, pieces are strew and blowing in every direction.... the two dogs are in a hightened mele for the controls of the plane.]
HANS!! SCHNELL!! DO ZUMZINK!!! GRAB DER WINK!!!
[Hans runs at the Hannover and attempts to stop the plane by grabbing the left wing, the plane straightens out, and proceeds directly out of the hanger, across the field and awkwardly limps up into the sky with Hans in tow from the left wing and the 2 Daschunds still fighting for the controls. The Hannover abruptly nose-dives into the ground at the end of the field. A huge black mushroom cloud is seen and the three are tossed into the trees, unhurt. Otto is left standing in the hanger entrance, covered in paint, and dust, holding is flight helmet in utter dispair. Otto puts his hand over his face and drags it down...]
Uh boy.... Mine Baroness vill NEVER beleive diz vun....