Godzilla is coming to the city.
It's coming from the south, we don't know where exactly it is now, but our highway to Dessau-Rosslau is destroyed.
It's bad, it was my favourite highway. What is it wants?
Mr. President
We don't know, but it probably wants our cookies.
Anyone, who don't like cookies, leave this room.
Why is it wants our cookies?! We don't have enough for us!
These cookies are our priceless precious
We have to defend them, we have to fight for our cookies.
You know these unforgetable taste of chocolate.
This shortcrust consistency, and they are amazing!
But my mom is still making more and more of them.
I'm saying, that we can have enough cookies for Godzilla
Your mom can't bake 5 tons of cookies, it's ridicoulus!
We're producing a lot of flour, chocolate and sugar, but we don't have enough ovens!
I've commandend that, we have to have more ovens.
But no, why somebody should listen to me.