Jackboots on Whitehall Page #2
But still, this hasn't solved
the problem of the invasion.
Oh, hi, boys!
Himmler!
Goering, old bean, you're looking good.
Hello, Goebbels.
How are you feeling, little fellow?
I beat Herr Goering at war!
So, you still can't find a way
into England, Goering?
Nein. I have tried everything.
Zis endless fog
over the Englander Channel
has prevented all of our plans
for invading England.
Well, now that the whole
of Ze Englander army is stuck in France
and Ze RAF is annihilated!
# Ah-da, da-da, da-da! #
Ze Fhrer has an ingenious plan of attack.
Oh, what is it, Herr Himmler?
I have tried every possible means
of attacking Zat little island.
He wants us to dig
under Ze Englander Channel
right into Ze heart of London,
capture Herr Winston Churchill
from Downing Street,
Zen lock him in a cage!
Ooh, what a beautiful plan, mein Fhrer.
Did you hear that, Goebbels, darling?
- We will be summering in London!
- Oh, joyous joy!
Oh-ho! Not even the Englander weather
can prevent us now!
Spitfire!
Look, Tom.
Yeah, and I reckon
that's the last of the few.
Shiiiiiit!
Ah!
Whoo-ee!
Crash and burn!
Just like my second marriage.
Hey, what the? What's this?
Smells like Russky propaganda.
Sh*t.
It looks like England
just screwed the pooch.
I gotta haul ass to London.
These commies ain't seen
the last of Billy Fiske!
Yaah!
I can't be doing with
all these politics of war and suchlike.
painting landscapes,
or building a wall.
Nice cul-de-sac for our retirement,
eh, Pinkypoo?
Just three more days till me pension.
- Morning paper, sir?
- Ah, thank you.
What's this? Invasion looms?
Hitler will invade today?
Blast!
So much for an early retirement.
'Ere, are you Mr Winston Churchill?
Hmm? What?
Why, yes, I am.
Is that your cat? He looks like Hitler.
What? Pinkypoo?
Stuff and nonsense.
And what the bloody hell
is going on up there?
Who the devil are you?
Joseph Kaplinsky,
Polish Electrical Services.
I make better telegraph lines for you.
You can't just go putting up new telegraph
lines wherever you damn well please!
This is a listed road, man.
Bah, I don't know why Hitler
bothered with you Polish lot.
Les Anglais...
- There's a foreigner down on the beach.
- How can you tell, Albert?
He's funny-looking,
and he's up to something.
Oh, let's have a look.
It's just a fisherman, Albert.
You can never be too careful these days.
Albert, if the NaZis invade,
do you really think they'll do it
in a little boat like that?
Well, I'm going to keep an eye on him.
- # Just as the sun was rising
- Huh?
- # In the valley below
- Huh.
# Oh, don't des... #
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