Vaguely themed, as I keep forgetting to do this (maybe not so dramatically though).
Two smartly dressed Nazi officers sit at a bar. A suitcase lies at their feet. A clock is clearly positioned above the bar.
Officer 1
Well my friend, I believe that this time we've cracked it.
Officer 2
Indeed, in sixty-one minutes this little thing will go up and the Fuhrer will go with it.
Officer 1
You're sure that he's coming in an hour?
Officer 2
Positive!
Officer 1
And Fritz gave you the RIGHT suitcase this time? Not luggage?
Officer 2
The right one, definitely.
Officer 1
Well, just time for the pints then.
The officers pick up pints from the bar, clink them together and - in time - begin to take long draughts. The barman enters and stares at the clock.
Barman
F**k me, I never remember to move it forward.
The barman pushes the hour hands of the clock round an hour. The officers are frozen in their draught and the beer runs down their faces.