imagine its 1946 and for whatever macguffin’ the war is still on/the mustache man hasn’t ventilated his own skull yet, and you’re a B-17 ball gunner over Germany and last thing you see some gunless pacifist, aka ‘The Desperation Dorito’, flying right through your ass.
There’s an alt-history pitch for The Producers in there, somehow even more Nazi-filled than the Mel Brooks version.