"Nah... No time for that... I got an appointment with that Teutonic tub of lard, Braun! To the park!"
Ah, yes. The park. An idyllic place of relaxation and repose in any city... Except for Vileville. Once the merry common dumping ground for litter for the citizens, the park was now monopolized by the Butt Blitzkrieg. Barbed wire and trenches snaked across the brown, dying grass, foxholes were dug into the ground, and statues to the cities foul city founders were vandalized with Braun's gang tags, where they weren't replaced entirely by works of 'art' depicting the German Griffon in all her grody glory.
Castle Wolfendownstein loomed in the distance, a massive stone fortress in the style of an Old world castle. A storm swept in, pouring down rancid rain on Moxie and the Hogs as they pulled nearer. A searchlight homed in on them, and then another... And it became clear that the door was shut tight against them.
Fortunately, Moxie had saved the bombs for a reason. "Hey, get ready to bail, Bacon Bits." She tweaked one of the weaker gas canisters, setting it to go off in a few seconds... "About now." Moxie tucked and rolled, and as soon as the pig realized what was going on, she followed suit, squealing and farting as her blubber bounced off of the ground. The motorbike plowed into the door and exploded in a flash of green, clearing the way. Moxie got to her feet and brushed the dirt off, grinning.
"Braun, I'm gonna jam my feet so far up your ass, you'll be able to smell 'em!"
With that, she entered. The castle was, of course, crawling with Braun's highest-ranked goons, the Gastapo. A few of them had been sent flying by the unexpected blast, but plenty of them were still up and ready to rumble. Fortunately, it seemed that the Hogs hadn't abandoned Moxie quite yet. She wondered if they were used to rough treatment from their old boss...
"Alright, you lardasses..."