Jackboots on Whitehall Page #4

the whole bloody Royal Air Force

the only pilot to survive

the Battle of Britain was...

An American! That's right, hot dog.

Mornin', boys.

I suppose you have come to pay me

that 50 American dollars you owe me?

Nope. Wallet got shot

out of my pants this morning.

Your 50 bucks is somewhere

over France now, buddy.

I might have known!

That is the last time I play poker with

some half-wit, two-bit crop-duster pilot.

Oh, yeah? Pal, half the Soviet army

is around that corner.

You mean German.

They're gonna roll their tanks up this street

like sh*t through a goose,

so quit your jabbering and saddle up.

- Lock and load, guys!

- Make ready, men!

Hey, pal, time to take a hike.

No, no! I nearly finished!

CraZy-ass Polack.

OK, Rupe, let's light the candles.

Corporal, light the invasion beacon!

They are on their way.

Yes, Major. Light the beacon!

It's the beacon at Whitehall!

Light the beacon!

What's that?

Blimey.

It's the beacon at Crystal Palace!

Fire the beacon, lads! It's the invasion!

The beacon at Croydon's been lit, sir!

Father, look! It's the invasion beacon

at Maidstone.

They've come.

It's the invasion. Look!

Light the beacon, Albert.

Back to the village, lads.

There ain't much time.

Sacr bleu!

Take up your positions, men!

Come on, you guys, get that MG movin'.

We've got ourselves a war to win!

All right, commie a**holes,

it's time to hammer down the sickle.

Got it, I've got it.

Quiet, quiet, it's the news.

This is the BBC Home Service,

Here is the news at 12 o'clock,

The German army has invaded London,

I repeat, The German army

has invaded London,

London! I don't believe it.

Why can't they stay in their own country?

The Prime Minister will now make a speech

from the Cabinet War Rooms

in Downing Street,

My dear countrymen,

my dear friends.

Never in the field of human conflict

was so much

buggered up by so few for so many.

This isl...

What's wrong with it?

Germany calling,

Germany calling,

Hello, Englanders!

Zis is Ze voice of Ze NaZis!

Ze whole of Ze BBC are now dead.

We have successfully invaded

your capital city of London,

und are ready to capture

your beloved prime minister,

Herr Winston Churchill,

from Downing Strasse - oh, ja -

who we have a very special message for.

Do not hide. We will find you.

You are as good as captured...

fat boy.

No one can escape Ze Third Reich!

...that is all I have to say

on the matter,

Apart from my elite Punjabi guards,

we have absolutely no military defence

whatsoever,

Therefore I ask any of you

who are in any way able to come to our aid,

- to do so immediately,

- We're buggered.

When I give the order,

we should retreat to...

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