Merkel, Merkel, Merkel!

The post-war rats are cheerfully tinkering with the new album when suddenly, singer Culti notices that Wnnerwann has swapped all the Ws and Ms. Of course, they dont notice! They are working! And they are working on the new album. Behind "Wnnerwann" hides none other than the taciturn, uh, rather word-shy guitarist of the rat pack: Mnnermann.

Good heavens, that was a close call! Blissfully, they fall into each other's arms after solving this tricky case of word mix-up. The world could not be more beautiful.

But suddenly, a brown wind blows into the rat hole. Could it be the old spirit of the German Wehrmacht returning? Wasn't it promised to us that we had learned something from history? Dont they always pride themselves with the call:

NEVER AGAIN FASCISM?

The post-war rats know its time to take action. They nod to each other. Pissed off, they reach for their frying pans. With a grim smile, Culti opens the door.

"Time to whack the brown plague over the head."