"Formal requesition of 500 tongue depressors... Sherman T. Potter."
Ring!
Colonel Potter looked up from his paperwork. "I got it!" He called out to Radar, who yelled at exactly the same time "You got it!" Shaking his head, Potter set down his pen and picked up the phone.
"Colonel Potter here. What can I do ya for?" He was astonished to hear the annoyingly thin, reedy voice on the other side.
"Sir, I'm calling to complain about those... those... two degenerates, Pierce and Hunnicutt! Several pairs of my good socks and shorts are missing from my belongings, as well as-"
Without a second thought, he shoved the phone into the bag and went back to writing.