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

Bob sat in the open studio room behind Hitler, eagerly waiting for his student to receive the most important critique in history. The professor walks in and sits down at his desk and looks young Hitler in the eyes as he places his notes before him. 
 `` As I understand, you are interested in joining our painting classes.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I am. I have brought a portfolio of my work to show you for the review.'' Replied Hitler nervously. 
 
 `` Lets take a look'' Said the professor as he pulled the paintings apart from each other revealing Bob Ross's master plan. 
 
 `` Ahh, now these confident marks with a paint knife are interesting. I have n't seen work quite like this before.'' 
 
 After a few moments of silence and prying through paintings the professor stopped and sat back down behind his desk. 
 
 `` Alright, so what I have seen is a lack of understating of color theory. Do n't use pure black paint for anything, mix your own dark values with primaries. Your sense of atmospheric perspective is weak. Your mountains are much sharper than the foliage in the foreground and your understanding of color theory is also lacking. If you're going to be doing a painting every hour, I would at least expect a vast improvement. You're just using the same techniques to create the same objects over and over again.'' 
 
 In the back of the room, tears were welling up in Bob's eyes. He knew that this was n't really a critique for Hitler. He could feel years of regret at knowing that he was at a plateau. All of those paintings done for television were detrimental to his own progress as an artist. 
 
 Bob walked off and opened his communicator, `` Mr President, I have failed in my mission.'' 
 
 `` We'll just send the sniper, thank you for your service.'' A scrambled voice replied. 
 
 `` No.'' said Bob, solemnly. `` He's my student. I will do it.'' 
 
 Hitler and Bob left the studio and walked outside to the river bank. They took a seat in the grass and looked out at the water. 
 
 Hitler stared out and looked over the water. He softly asked Bob, `` Could you tell me about happy accidents again.'' 
 
 Bob smiled and put his hand on Hitler's shoulder as he settled behind him. He pointed out with his finger up into the sky. 
 
 `` Do see that cloud over there, that happy little cloud'' 
 
 Bob reached into his jacket and pulled out a Luger, snapping off the safely and placing it against the base of young Hitler's head. 
 
 `` Back at the critique, I thought you were mad at me.'' 
 
 `` No, Adolf, I'm not mad, I've never been mad. There's only happy accidents.'' 

