In a bunker beneath Berlin, in a room crowded with staff, a tired Adolf Hitler leans over his desk. Tracing a finger across a map, an officer speaks: “Sir, the Russian army is almost to Berlin. They are approaching from all sides but will be entering the city from the south by nightfall. We have also spotted their infantry moving in from the east with several tank divisions and about 2,000 soldiers.” “I don’t care about any of this,” Hitler replies, waving his hand distractedly. “Tell me about the Packers game today.”

Meanwhile, in a bunker beneath Berlin, in a room crowded with staff, a tired Adolf Hitler leans over his desk. Tracing a finger across a map, an officer speaks: “Your birthday celebrations will be mostly held here and around here. This year has a sellout crowd, hence the expansion into this area here. But unfortunately Pink has pulled out as Justin Timberlake’s support act.” “No problem,” Hitler replies, waving his hand distractedly. “Michael Jackson can just do a longer set instead.”

Meanwhile, in a bunker beneath Berlin, in a room crowded with staff, a tired Adolf Hitler leans over his desk. Tracing a finger across a map, an officer speaks: “You take the 405 and exit Sunset Boulevard. Everyone is to park their car in the back so Jessica doesn’t see them. Jessica will enter the house around 8:30 and everyone screams, “Surprise!” “OK, perfect. I’ll have Tony pick me up. We’ll go to the surprise party together.”

... contd.