WAR: DP: Velcome to Vetterburg! (1/1)
Place: Outside Cerk
Time: Wednesday the 18th, dawn
By: Cousin Mary  (egged on by Shana Nolan)

	Just as the rosy pinkness of dawn began to shine over the horizon, a caravan of DPs headed out 
for a wonderfully and gloriously over-planned attack.

	"MMm, I love the smell of Napalm in the morning!"  Shana grinned as she steered the Pinkmobile 
into CERK's parking lot.

	"Napalm?"  Mary arched a brow as she finished waxing up her borrowed accordion, "Where do 
you smell napalm?"

	"No where," Shana shrugged, "I'm just saying I love the smell."

	"Oh, okay," Mary grinned then looked around, "We're here Thugs!  Everybody out!  And get the 
stuff!"

	As the DPs climbed out of the Pinkmobile and various Tauruses, they straightened their 
lederhosen, grabbed their instruments, as well as snatched up the sacks of 'presents.'  They marched to 
the sidewalk a few feet away from the entrance and set up.  Shana grabbed her tuba, Mary tuned her 
accordion, Ren grabbed her hurtey-gurtey and other Thugs assorted other musical torture devices.  Yep, 
they were ready to ...Polka! 

	Ooom Pah Pah

	Oom Pah Oom 

Ooom Pah Pah!!!

"Hey!"  Maya called out, putting down her alto sax for a moment, "We're pretty good!"

*Toot!*  "I second that!"  June laughed.

Oom Pah!  Pah!  Pah!

Oom!  Pah!

Inside CERK, the Cousins were being very rudely awakened.  "What the hell?"  

"Sounds like... polka!" 

"Are the FoDs attacking?"

Cousin Tok peered out a window and grumbled as she took in the site of all the pink lederhosen 
and jaunty little caps with pink brushes on the tops, "Worse, it's those weird DPs."

"What do -they- want?"

"To dance?"  A cousin theorised as she polkaed around the room.

"Stop that!"  Cousin Tok growled, "Lets just all go and shut them up before they start into 'Who 
Stole the Kieshka!'"

As the Cousins piled out, intent on stopping the musical styling of the DP Polka Band (with hand 
grenades if necessary) something strange happened.  

"Greetings fellow Germans!"  Mary, DP Godmother held up a hand and waved.  

The Cousins drew up short, "Huh?"

"We come from a neighbouring village, we are here to help," Mary grinned, holding up one of the 
'whammizers' she'd stolen from the Enforcerments, "Just looking into the white light and all will be 
explained."

In a flash, the DPs story seems so very believable.  They were all from small, turn of the century 
German villages.  No doubt about it.

"You come from the neighbouring village?"  Cousin Tok asked.

"Yes, we come from Perkslavania" Mary nodded, "You see, your town... Vetterburg." 

Cousin Tok nodded. 'Vetter' meant 'cousin' in German, therefore, their town was called 
Vetterburg.  Made perfect sense.

"Vetterburg," Mary continued, "Has been under the power of the mad Dr. Natenstien and her 
monster."

"Natenstien..." Ren laughed into her hand, "Oh Nat's going to -love- that!"

"Really?"  One of the cousins looked worriedly over her shoulder, as if she expected the great 
bolt-necked monster and corpse-cutting mad scientist to be coming around the bend any second.

"Would I lie?"  Mary asked as the DPs behind her snickered.  

"Anyway, if we weren't here to help," Jenny#3 stepped forward with one of the bags they'd brought, 
"Would we have brought you clothes?"

The Cousins looked down at their stylish clothes, then back at the DP's 'polka-wear.'  Surely the 
lederhosen were better than all this black!  They excepted the bags of clothes gratuitously.

"Der is evil plots a-fuut," Shana told them in an outrageously bad German accent.

The Cousins all looked at their feet.

"No, no," Shana tucked some of her auburn hair under her jaunty little cap and tried again, "The 
evil Dr. Natenstien and her monster, they will no doubt try to take your town again."

"Wh-what can we do?"  Another cousin asked, clearly frightened.

"-So- glad you asked," Shana grinned in triumph, holding forth a pitchfork and as-yet-unlit torch.  "I 
think you know what you need to do."

Something clicked deep within the Cousins... the Vetterburgians, minds.  They'd seen enough B 
grade monster movies to know what was expected.  A good old fashioned angry mob!

"Thank-you Perkslavanians," Cousin Tok took a pitchfork, "We'll take it from here."

"Good to hear," Mary nodded, grinning from ear to ear.  She, and the rest of the DP, leaned down 
and picked up their polka instruments and began Oom Pah Pahing their way back to their cars.  "Oh!  And 
one more thing!"

"Yes?"  Cousin Tok arched a brow as she traded her pitchfork for a torch.

"Tell your Mayor... Der Croit," Mary twitched her nose and grinned, "Tell him we say 'hi.'"

Cousin Tok blinked, then nodded.  Their Mayor, Der Croit  (German for 'the cross') of course.  
"Will do."
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Cousin Mary 

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