Lt. Schramm sat at the bar. He had politely declined to purchase a passport three times. Hi sipped a martini cocktail and watched his crew deployed around Rick´s joint. Bernard had told him that the two gentlemen wearing bowler hats were British spies.

He was surprised to see the flotilla´s intelligence officer walk in disguised as a clown. No one would believe that he was a German naval officer. Frau Kaleun was still talking with Sam, something about time going by.

After being greeted by Sam, Balz came up to the bar, "Hello, Schramm."
"Fancy meeting you here," Schramm said. "Most unexpected."
Balz pointed at the two Brits. "Those are spies, we need to intercept their conversations."
"How do we do that?"
"We use the froo froo." Balz put his hand around his ear. Fuchs, the hydrophone operator came running over. "Get the froo froo," Balz instructed.
As the man ran out of Ricks', Balz asked. "How´s it going with your new command?"
"I've had some difficulties. The crew I have is a bit peculiar, With patience I´ll whip them into shape."
"Peculiar? Balz asked.
Schramm glanced at the chicken tea cozy Balz wore. "They twirl, see?" He pointed at some sailors twirling.


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Will the froo froo uncover and intercept British communications? Stay alert more stuff coming soon on a screen near you. :D

Yes, be alert. The world needs all the lerts it can get.

"Passports, fresh passports," The cidarette girl drifted past.
Fuchs returned with a long trumpet-like brass pipe.
"The Froo froo," Balz smiled enigmatically, took the froo froo and sat a a table near the British spies. He placed the trumpet end on the back of the chair of one of the spies the other end against his ear.
"Do you have a license?" Spy one asked Spy two."
What kind of license?" Spy two whispered back.
"License to kill."
"No, Do you?"
"No. but double oh three does."
"That doesn´t help, he is in Berlin."
Spy One snapped his fingers.
"Passports, fresh passports."
"I say, lass. Do you sell licenses?"
"No, but we have cigarettes. Gulois, HB Chesterfields, Cabañas, Tri Bogotiria."
"Are you Russian?" Asked Spy One.
"No, I take it easy," answered the girl.
We need a license to kill, urgently," said Spy Two. We´ll pay in pounds sterling by the kilo."
"You´ll have to wait ti'll after the usual suspects round up. Who do you need to kill?"
"We need to kill Balz. But, don´t tell anyone."
"Passports, fresh passports." The cigarette girl approached Balz. "They want to kill you," She whispered.
"Why tell me, you´re a French underground agent."
"So I can say something different from Passports, fresh passports."


As the plot thickens, we leave you till the next episode.:D

The plot is getting so thick we can only read it with a fork.

LOL

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Wonder what the next move is ... may be subject to national security....:hmm2:

I'm not telling becuase you'll likely be right behind me :o

:DL

See!!...I was right!! :o

Any chance you'll be working Passepartout into these shenanigans?

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Ummm, Passepartout also known as Cantinflas would be a grand addition to the stellar cast of this thread. Maybe we can have him sing Ay yay yai?.

"Oh. oh," Balz said, "I need a packet of Senior Service cigarettes."
"No passports?" The girl shook her head.
"Just the fags. Do I sound British?"
"Yes. Very British. Would you like a British passport.?"
" No, I must act quickly before I get dragged into this thick nefarious plot."
"That´s very hoochie woochie," the girl said.
Balz stood and lit a Senior Service cigarette and exchanged his tea cozy for a bowler hat. "To da loo, my dear."
The cigarette girl pointed to the back of the bar. "Loos are that way, Sir."
Balz started moving toward the British spies.
Bernard approached. "Gut iffninkz Herr ex Kaleun. Can I be of assistance?"
"My dear boy, what a providential appearance. Place yourself near those British spies. When I approach them, you say: Oh no, not another British spy."
"Oh no, not another British spy."
"No, you say it when I approach the British spies."
"When you approach the British spies?"
"Yes, you say: Oh no, not another British spy."
"Oh no, not another British spy."
"No, you say it later and not before I approach the British spies."
"How much later do I say, oh no, not another British spy?"
" Go over there. Stand by the table where the French policeman in the white tunic sits. when I approach the British spies, you say your line." Balz pushed Bernard forward.
Once Bernard was in position, casually, Balz ambled toward the British table. "I say, old chaps goot iffninckz."
"Your line," Bernard said.
Fury engulfed Balz, blood boiled and raged. His body shook like a ship's mast in a typhoon. His hands rose with murderous intent. Then the icy calm of a U-boat commander enveloped him like the cape of a Teutonic knight. Balz gave the Britsh spies his enigmatic smile.



Next installment: License to Kill :|\\

The bill, for cleaning Diet Pepsi off my monitor, is in the mail. :har:

:rock:

I like this new espionage Balz.

In other news, it looks like Bernard will be a good candidate to work in the anti-Hitler conspiracy movement in a couple years, seeing as how he probably took the loyalty oath as "Your Name Here."

"Repeat after me. I, state your name."

"I, state your name."

"Do hereby pledge allegiance to the frat."

"Do hereby pledge allegiance to the frat."

"With liberty and fraternity for all."

"Amen"