The sh'pod zooms down above the Bay. Aw, hi, Bay! "Looks pretty normal to me," May-Fog observes. "Then why the hell dunnit enny-won wanna talk to us?" Trip demands. May-Fog shakes his head. Trip tells him to land at the pad behind the Command Center. There's some beeping. "Finally!" May-Fog says. "We've got three vessels approaching." "'Bout time!" Trip says, and tries to contact them. There's a noise like someone knock-knock-knocking on sh'pod's door. It keeps coming. Trip and May-Fog are all, "The hell?" until May-Fog calls his attention to the windshield. Bullets from P-51s strafe them.

Lots of incoherent babble. A nurse in WWII nurse attire helps wounded on cots. Where's Phoebe? There's lots of German being sprechen here so we know they are bad guys. Or that there's something wrong with him, since we HAVE MEAT HERE IN ZEE BUILDING! MEEOOOFF! A nurse mutters something to a blood-spatterecht doctor. I think she orders two egg mayonnaise, a prawn Goebels, a Herman Goering, and three cold meat salads. Herr Doktor wanders. Right under a swastika. Oops. Officers from the set of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade -- We Promise come in and ask, Deutschly, where "he" is. Herr Doktor tells them to follow him, Deutsching that "he" was brought in yesterday and is badly burned. Yes, but see, a blow on the head like that is worth two in the bush. Herr Doktor brings an oil lap over to a cot and shows Quantum's face. Okay, the FUCK? Herr Doktor asks if they recognize the uniform. The camera pans past two Nazis, who have no reaction whatsoever. Another steps out of the darkness. Hitler? Himmler? Forrest? No, it's a grey-faced alien with red eyes. THE FUCK? I mean, "Oh, boy!"

Next week: Summer vacation, y'all!