[ WP ] The US government sends Bob Ross back in time to help Hitler get accepted into Art School .

Bob Ross strapped into a leather chair, his hair bobbing ever so slightly. 
 
 `` Are you sure about this, Bob? You could be killed. We need to be absolutely clear with you about the dangers present,'' the Time Delegation representative said firmly. `` I know you've been training to speak German for some time in preparation, but if you find yourself unsure on the other side, disaster could befall us.'' 
 
 A warm smile crept across Bob's face. `` I'm sure. You said this will prevent future catastrophe, right?'' 
 
 `` Yes, sir. It would likely allow for an Israeli state to be created with less haste, preventing the fighting and nuclear fallout that follows. I come from a time when that has already happened. We've tried to kill him, but it fails every time.'' 
 
 `` I'd save millions in the past, and millions in the future. What better purpose could my life serve? I will try, my friend. Let's turn this mess into a beautiful, peaceful painting for the future.'' 
 
 The doors shut, engines whirred and within moments, Bob found himself in 1908 Austria outside of the Academy of Fine Arts Vienna, where Hitler had just failed admission for the second time. Using several older photos for reference, he kept an eye on the entrance. 
 
 Several minutes later, Adolf stormed out of the building, throwing his paintings and screaming curses in German. Bob approached him once he'd sat down and cooled his head for a moment. 
 
 `` Are you an artist?'' Bob asked carefully. 
 
 Hitler looked up at him, sighing. `` I am not. This school has rejected me twice now, so clearly I am no such thing.'' 
 
 `` Schools have nothing to do with it; art comes from your soul. May I see your work? I am an artist as well.'' 
 
 Hitler pointed to the partially snapped painting on the ground. `` I destroyed it in anger.'' 
 
 Picking it up, Bob verbally gaped at it. `` This is incredible. You have extreme technical talent, unlike much I've seen.'' 
 
 `` Thank you. Unfortunately, that's not enough, it seems.'' 
 
 `` No, my friend. It's not. My name is Hans- what is yours?'' 
 
 `` Adolf. Are you from around here? Your accent is odd.'' 
 
 `` I grew up overseas, but I love this country. Hey- do you have a studio?'' 
 
 `` I have a place I draw, yes.'' 
 
 `` Can we maybe work a little together there? I think we could help each other.'' 
 
 Hitler looked down at the cement. `` I quit art. There's nothing for me in this field.'' 
 
 `` Oh, that's not true! You have too much talent to waste, friend. I would love a little help regarding precise measurements and detailed architecture. Schools are schools- do n't let them tell you who you are.'' 
 
 Hitler marveled at Bob's warm smile and friendliness. `` Sure. Yes, we can go now.'' 
 
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 They sat together in a small room, each with their own easel. Bob was scraping paint into a beautiful snowy forest, and Adolf was once again working on an architectural piece. 
 
 `` Adolf, why do n't you try mixing our ideas?'' 
 
 `` How do you mean?'' 
 
 `` Well, you draw amazing architecture, and I am a landscape master. I think if you drew a beautiful building against a backdrop of nature rather than a pure cityscape, I think it would give it life. See, a piece needs *life* and *personality* on top of skill. You are incredibly skilled, so much that you forget about the soul of it.'' 
 
 Adolf chewed on that for a moment, while continuing his building. He accidentally stroked too hard, leaving a blemish on the rooftop. 
 
 `` Shit. Ah, see, I always mess up. Now I have to start over.'' 
 
 Bob smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. `` There are no mistakes, just happy little accidents.'' He swiped the blemish into an accent, shaping it into a bird and adding color. 
 
 `` It's about the feeling, Adolf. It's about *you*.'' 
 
 He smiled and they continued to paint the day away. 
 
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