Snuffles woke up in his mouse cage one morning to find his friend, the little girl Mary Ann, crying.
                    "Why are you upset?" asked the small, friendly mouse.
                    "I miss my daddy," said Mary Ann. "He's been away in Europe, fighting for democracy. I'm trying to be brave, and I collect fat and tin for the war effort, but I wish there was some way to end the war."
                    "Maybe I can do something," said the little rodent.
                    The next day in Berlin, Adolf Hitler, supreme ruler of Germany, stood behind his desk screaming and pounding his fists on its surface.
                    "Der dirty Americanners," yelled the dictator, "cannot dey be shtopt?!! I must crushen der idiotic ideas about democracy und freedom before it's too late!"
                    But the madman's rants were cut of by the sound of machine-gun blasts in the outer hallway.
                    "Vas?!" he yelled. "Mein guards!"
                    While one soldier stood by Hitler, two other members of the Reich's killer elite, the SS, threw open the double doors of the Fuehrer's office, only to be greeted with a hail of lead death sprayed by an American-made weapon, ripping the Nazis to shreds. In the doorway stood Snuffles Mouse, a changed rodent. He was not the meek, tiny play friend of Mary Ann. Yes, he still only stood a few inches tall, but he stood with the strength and conviction of an American. Snuffles faith in freedom and democracy gave him might that belied his diminutive stature.
                    "OK, Schickelgruber," said Snuffles, "I'm going to have to teach you that crime doesn't pay!"
                    The German guard sprang from the dictator's side, lunging toward the little mouse.
                    "You look like your not getting enough fruit in your diet, Heiner!" said Snuffles, pulling the pin on a grenade. "Here's a pineapple for you to chew on!"
                    The mouse threw the bomb right into the Jerry's mouth just before it exploded. Where the fascist's head had been was now a red, dripping mass.
                    "Now it's your turn, Adolf!" said Snuffles as he bounded over the desk, grabbing the greatest threat to the free world by the collar.
                    "Nein! Nein!" yelled the frightened Ratzi.
                    "There have been a lot of regular Joes coming over here!" said the angry mouse. "A lot of real good guys leaving their families, saying good-bye to their loved ones, and sometimes laying down their lives to stop you and your insanity! Well, this is for all those guys, and the wives and kids that were left behind!"
                    The tiny mouse hefted the flabby fascist leader over his shoulders and spun him around, faster and faster. Finally, with a heave that almost exhausted Snuffles, he threw Adolf Hitler out the window of his own office, through the pane of glass, over a munitions factory and into a Berlin canning plant.
                    Meanwhile in America, Mary Ann had been worried about Snuffles disappearance and was very relieved when he can home a few days later.
                    "Where have you been, Snuffles?" asked the little girl.
                    "I had to take care of some business," said the mouse.
                    "Why do you have a can of sauerkraut?" she asked, curious.
                    "Oh," said Snuffles, looking at the can, "that's just a souvenir of my trip. By the way, I wouldn't recommend eating any of this victory cabbage, though. It's very bad. Talk about a sour kraut!"