That evening all the Sam, Kurt, Blaine, and all the children were pushing the car down the driveway, starting it would raise to much of an alarm. The butler watched from the upstairs window. The band of red around his arm a testament to his disloyalty not only to the family, but to the country.

As they pushed the car through the gates onto the road, they were stopped by someone turning on lights. It was, of course, Herr Zellar and his men.

"Something wrong with your car, Captain?", Herr Zellar asked.

"Yes, as a matter of fact we couldn't get it started.", said Blaine non-chalantly.

"Kobb.", Herr Zellar called to one of his men. Kobb came forward. "Fix Captain Anderson's car so that it will start." Kobb got in the car, and turned the key in the ignition. The car started up with no problems, and Kobb got out. Herr Zellar glared at Captain Anderson, who shrugged innocently at Herr Zellar.

"Excellent, Kobb", Herr Zellar said. Herr Zellar walked forward, towards Captain Anderson. "I've not asked you where you and your family are going. Nor have you asked me why I'm here."

"Well, apparently we're both suffering from a deplorable lack of courousity.", said Blaine nervously.

"You were sent a telegram, which you did not answer.", said Herr Zellar, ignoring his comment. "A telegram from the navy of the Third Reich."

"I was under the impression Herr Zellar," Blaine said angrily, "that the contents of telegrams in Austria were private! At least the Austria I know."

"I have my orders." said Herr Zellar, "And they are to take you personally to Bremerhaven tonight where you will except your commision."

"I'm afraid that's going to be quite impossible.", Blaine said non-chalantly, "You see we, uh.. all of us... The entire family will be singing in the festival tonight. As a matter of fact, that's where we were going now. Couldn't possibly let them down now."

"I just hope it's not to late.", Kurt said crossly.

"Yes.", Blaine said.

"And you ask me to believe that you, Captain Anderson, are singing in a concert?", said Herr Zellar.

"Believe me it will be a performance beyond anything I've ever dreamt of.", Sam said.

"Like you, Herr Zellar," Blaine said, "I, too, am a man of hidden talents."

"Yes, um...here", Sam said handing him the program.

"It says here only the names of the children.", said Herr Zellar.

"It says the Anderson Family Singers.", Blaine said steely, "And I'm the hea of the Anderson family, am I not?"

Herr Zellar crumpled up the program. "And these um... traveling clothes your wearing?"

"Our costumes, naturally", said Kurt, "Herr Zellar, this night air is not good for the children's voices." Herr Zellar took a second to think about it.

"Well, a slight delay in my orders will not be serious. Therefore, you will sing. You will all sing, but only because that's the was I want it to be. I will demonstrate that nothing in Austria has changed. And when you are finished singing you, Captain Anderson will be taken to Bremerhaven. Now, if you will all get into your car, we will escort the Anderson Family Singers to the festival."

"No escort will be necessary, Herr Zellar.", Blaine said as he turned towards the drivers seat.

"Necessary?", Herr Zellar said, "A pleasure, Captain. After all, we would not want you to get lost in the crowds would we?"

"No.", Blaine said sarcastically.

Herr Zellar climbed into his car as Blaine got in the driver's seat of his.