It's been a little over a year since girls have started moving into Gregoropolis, and, for the most part, it's been a smooth transition. The boys are all quite fond of the girls, probably even more so than they're willing to admit. I think it helps that they outnumber the girls by a comfortable margin.
Kaveh: I like the girls.
Giancarlo: Me too! They're very posh and stylish, especially Daphne.
Wesley: Rhoda's a lot of fun...she's almost like a boy!
Nathan: Hmmph. Holly Belle is too bossy.
At the beginning of the 'invasion', Paul and Rolf remained a tad smug about the whole thing.
Paul: Of course, we'll never be bothered by Götz girls.
Blake: Why is that?
Paul: Everyone knows that there isn't any such thing. There are only Götz boys.
Rolf: Ja, only boys.
Blake: How can that be? That doesn't make any sense.
Paul: I don't know, but that's just the way it is.
Rolf: Ja, just the vay it is.
We all know that there are far more Götz girls than boys, and yet these two persisted in their noodle-headed belief. Until one day...
Paul & Rolf: >Gasp!< Ein Götz Mädchen!
Louisette: Oui. 'Oo were you eczpecting? La fille Bleuette?
Louisette was soon followed by Ulrike, and then Alice.
Ulrike: Guten Tag!
As soon as the shock wore off, Paul and Rolf began to think of ways to make this turn of events work in their favor.
Paul: Perhaps we can get them to bake for us.
Rolf: Ja, cookies and cakes...and strudel!
Paul & Rolf: Mmmmmmmmmmm, strudel.
Sebastian: You guys do know it's not 1950 any more, right?
The boys presented their request to Louisette and Alice.
Louisette: Baking? What ees thees?
Alice: I think you can make food come out of this thing.
Louisette: Zut alors! And 'ow ees thees accomplished?
Alice: Perhaps by turning and pressing that array of knobs and buttons?
Louisette: Non. Zat ees far too tedious and complicated.
Alice: And probably dangerous, too.
Louisette: Oui, oui. C'est très dangereux. Come my dear, let us get ze cappucino.
Sebastian: Wow, that sure didn't work out for you!
If there's a lesson in all of this, it's that with a little luck even the most hare-brained schemes can, in fact, succeed. The third time is, as they say, the charm as it turns out Ulrike is very maternal and loves to bake.
Ulrike: Vould my meine lieben like me to make some apfelstrudel?
Rolf: Ja, ja! Bitte!
Paul: Götz girls are the best!