Herr Doktor von Nördlingendinkelsbühlhündchen-am-Rhein by The Mad Monk





The good Herr Doktor von Nördlingendinkelsbühlhündchen-am-Rhein is the most famous inventor in the world. It was he who designed those little warning lights that come on in the airplanes when you should put your seat-belt back on, it was he who created an ice cream that wouldn't freeze solid and get those nasty ice crystals in it if you left it in the freezer too long, and it was he who poured heart and soul, years of his life, and millions of dollars into the revolutionary new video technology of Betamax.

Well, nobody's right all the time.

Recently, the good doctor has hit a mental roadblock on the greatest invention ever conceived by man: namely, he forgot what the hell it was supposed to be. After several hours of thought, he has decided to take a good old-fashioned German constitutional, to clear his head and maybe buy some sweetrolls...


Nifty Street
Nifty Street is a pleasant, well-lit, and tidy street. Perhaps coincidentally (but probably not), it has the densest concentration of German people in the world, excluding places that are actually in the country of Germany. Trees line either side of the road, and occasionally a shopper or just somebody out for a walk (much like our good doctor) passes by. An attractive, well-groomed, and shaded park lies to the south, while a bakery is open on the east side of the street, and the good doctor's laboratory squats on the west side.

> e
The good doctor walks east.
The Bakery
The Nifty Street Bakery is practically an institution by now: its sweetrolls have brought joy to the townspeople for nearly a century. In fact, they've basically cut out everything except the sweetrolls by now. A large sign says, "BUY a SWEETROLL!" The door to Nifty Street is in the west wall.

> buy roll
The good doctor, in violation of logic and physics, actually manages to find some money in his pockets with which to purchase a sweetroll. He then tucks it into his coat for no reason whatsoever and gets some lint on it.

> w
The good doctor walks west.
Nifty Street
Nifty Street is a pleasant, well-lit, and tidy street. Perhaps coincidentally (but probably not), it has the densest concentration of German people in the world, excluding places that are actually in the country of Germany. Trees line either side of the road, and occasionally a shopper or just somebody out for a walk (much like our good doctor) passes by. An attractive, well-groomed, and shaded park lies to the south, while a bakery is open on the east side of the street, and the good doctor's laboratory squats on the west side.

> i
The good doctor is wearing a lab coat, and he is carrying a linty sweetroll.

> x lab coat
The good doctor's laboratory coat reaches down to his ankles, and has a few errant stains of ice cream on the lapels. A sonic fishing pole and a tiny cylinder are inside the lab coat.

> get all from lab coat
The good doctor takes the sonic fishing pole and the tiny cylinder from the lab coat.

> s
The good doctor walks south.
The Park
The Nifty Street Public Park is the favorite meeting place of many people who like to walk in the shade, chat idly with friends, or have illicit sex behind the biggest oak tree in town with a complete stranger. Some people also like the gardens. The paths of the park rejoin Nifty Street to the north.

Several people appear to be clustered around a well.

> x tree
This is the largest tree in town, planted at the town's founding as a symbol of its people's moral uprightness. It is also the most common place for teenagers to come to smoke, drink, or fornicate. Go figure. An acorn is on the large oak tree. A woman screams, "Won't somebody please help her?!"

> get acorn
The good doctor takes the acorn from the large oak tree.

> tie acorn to pole
The good doctor ponders something for a moment. "I haff ein idea!" he says. He then proceeds to tie an acorn to the end of his sonic fishing pole. A man exclaims, "We've got to get her out of there!"

> n
The good doctor walks north.
Nifty Street
Nifty Street is a pleasant, well-lit, and tidy street. Perhaps coincidentally (but probably not), it has the densest concentration of German people in the world, excluding places that are actually in the country of Germany. Trees line either side of the road, and occasionally a shopper or just somebody out for a walk (much like our good doctor) passes by. An attractive, well-groomed, and shaded park lies to the south, while a bakery is open on the east side of the street, and the good doctor's laboratory squats on the west side.

> x trees
Trees line either side of Nifty Street. There is a squirrel perched in one, snuffling around for food.

> catch squirrel
The good doctor casts the line of his sonic fishing pole, complete with acorn, into the tree the squirrel currently inhabits. The squirrel sniffs at the acorn, gobbles it up, and then starts making little contented squirrel sounds. It hops down onto the ground in front of the doctor.

> get squirrel
The good doctor takes the squirrel.

> tie squirrel to tube
The good doctor raises the little squirrel's arms and attaches the tiny tube to its back by virtue of the miniature armstraps. The squirrel looks strangely like a little astronaut with a jetpack....

"Oh ja!" exclaims the doctor. "I remember now! Zis is ein jetpack for small things!"

> s
The good doctor walks south.
The Park
The Nifty Street Public Park is the favorite meeting place of many people who like to walk in the shade, chat idly with friends, or have illicit sex behind the biggest oak tree in town with a complete stranger. Some people also like the gardens. The paths of the park rejoin Nifty Street to the north.

Several people appear to be clustered around a well. A woman screams, "Won't somebody please help her?!"

> put sweetroll in jetpack
The good doctor tucks the sweetroll bit by bit into the jetpack. "Zere!" he says. "Der carbohydrates contained in der sveetroll should be plenty to fuel zis jetpack!" A man exclaims, "We've got to get her out of there!"

> put squirrel in well
The good doctor walks over to the well and sets the squirrel on the edge. "Now, shkvirrel," he says. "I vant you to JUMP into zis vell and rescue der little girl!"

The squirrel cocks its head at the good doctor.

"GO!"

The squirrel springs into the well. There is a brief pause, and then the crowd watches in amazement as the squirrel and the little girl go flying into the air, propelled by the squirrel's tiny jetpack. "Oh!" says the doctor. "Mein tiny jetpack ist ein success!"

The girl and the squirrel alight upon the path gently. Running out of the crowd, the girl's mother snatches her up and runs away.


The good doctor puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth on his heels. "Vell! Zat vas pretty good. Now if only I could remember mein inventio--"

The doctor interrupts himself. "I haff it! I must write it down!" He dashes off to his laboratory as the crowd starts to disperse. Five minutes later, he walks back into the park.

"What happened, doctor?" calls out a man?

"I forgot vere I put mein keys."
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