Hai-Alarm am Muggelsee Page #8

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I'll give the all-clear, Father!

Hold on a moment!

Have you got a permit for that weapon?

Do you need one?

- of course.

You can't shoot it

if you don't have a permit.

I don't have one either.

If I don't fire the white are

at five-thirty, the enraged citizens

will pour the beer into the lake.

Whatever! Without a permit,

you can't shoot it!

Then you must do it. -No I can't.

I don't have a permit either.

I don't have one, either.

You there!

You have a weapons permit.

You can shoot it!

No! I'm not insured for are guns.

If something goes wrong,

I'm not insured.

Because I didn't take the course.

It's my brewery.

It's my beer,

220 hectoliters, who's going

to pay me for that?

Him!

If my beer goes into the lake,

this man will blow himself to bits!

And how!

I have a permit.

That I want to see.

One moment!

Look!

I've even got two permits.

Pass the are gun!

Sh*t, red.

How did that happen?

- I'm sorry, that's probably my fault.

I don't understand.

Me neither.

Snake, here,

I've got another white cartridge. Quick!

Sh*t! Red again!

There's the foam!

There's nothing more you can do,

you losers!

Ms Baum!

Did you sabotage the cartridges?!

And defused his belt?!

Of course!

That's city marketing, Snake!

The shark alarm is dead.

We need a new alarm,

and now we have the foam alarm,

the Vera-Baum-Foam-Alarm.

That's city marketing, you twits,

city marketing!

She's gone mad.

And she looks so great!

Here comes the foam!

You all thought I was second class,

'cause I came from Mggelheim,

but I'm Vera Baum,

the one with the foam!

Everyone off my boat.

What about the shark?

It can't survive this,

the concentration is too high.

I'm going and the shark is coming

with me. Everyone off my boat!

Shoes off!

Foam, foam, foam,

dreams are foam

Snake!

Stay here, Snake,

do the foam alarm with me,

foam parties,

foam kisses, foam waffles,

foam hats, foams shirts, foamy shampoo,

building foam.

Forget the shark alarm,

that's all in the past,

the future belongs to the foam alarm!

Foam, foam, foam!

Where's your boat?

- It drifted off with the others.

How do you want to get home?

I can't go back!

I am at home.

Where shall we go?

It's all the same to me.

- Hawaii is nice at this time of year.

Do you have a green card?

- No.

Me neither,

but it's OK, as long as you

work off the books.

There goes the whore,

now she's got what she wanted!

Take me! I own a hairdresser's,

the lido and a tramline.

Take me instead, Ms Baum.

I have an office, a motor boat

and a pension entitlement.

Take me, I'm a fish expert

from Humboldt University!

I'll take the one with

the hairdresser's!

So where is your brother?

He's below decks.

Here he comes now.

Leave it out, Rdiger.

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