Day 1: Thursday

"I've got an idea," House said, emerging from his office. The ducklings looked up excitedly. They hadn't had a case in over a week, and you could only do crossword puzzles for so long until you began seeing little black boxes everywhere.

"Here's my idea. I'll come up with a pretend case. You all will come up with a correct diagnosis. Whoever has the least number of points after, oh say, ten cases has to do a dare. Whaddya think?"

"What kind of dare?" Chase asked timidly.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," House replied wickedly, smiling mischievously.

"I'm in," Foreman said bravely.

"Me too," Cameron said resignedly.

"I guess if they're doing it, I will too," Chase acquiesced reluctantly.

"Great. First case. Patient, Sarah. Fifteen-year-old female. Admitted to the ER from a car crash. We patch her up; she grows warts over the scars. What does she have?"

"I know!" Cameron said brightly. The other two groaned. "She has a rare mutation of herpes that was probably given through a blood transfusion, because it's undetectable until it causes an outbreak. She was already on immunosuppressants from the accident, so she had an outbreak immediately in the sites where the bleeding was localized. The cuts."

"Point Cameron!" House exclaimed, putting a tally under 'gorgeous brunette' on the whiteboard. Also up there were 'shaggy wombat' and 'really dirty one'.

The game continued, taking a turn as House began throwing out neurological cases. Foreman ended up in the lead after 10 questions. Chase was predictably last.

"Okay, kiddies. Dare time for the wombat!" House, Foreman, and Cameron huddled in House's office as they thought up a dare for Chase.

"I say we make him cop a feel on Cuddy," Foreman suggested.

"Nah. We'd get in trouble and put down in the clinic."

After a moment's silence, Cameron snapped her fingers. "I've got it." The others leaned in to listen. She explained her plan as devilish smiles crossed their faces.

"Okay, Chase, here's what you've gotta do."

Wilson was standing at his filing cabinet when Chase walked in.

"What can I do for you, Chase?"

"They made me do it." With a grimace on his face, Chase moved in and kissed Wilson on the lips before running out mortified amidst peals of laughter from the three diagnosticians behind the potted plant and the astounded nurses who happened to have been paged to the scene by a certain cane-wielding doctor.

"Okay. Chase is gonna be out this round 'cause he need to lay low for a while. That leaves the dark one and the pretty one."

"But Cameron's quite pale," Foreman replied jokingly.

"Moving on. Here's your first question…"

This time, every one of the ten questions was obscure and neurological, nothing an immunologist would ever know. Soon, the score was 16 to 4, Foreman. Cameron still had her points from the previous round. Foreman made a move to House's office, but House shook his head. He already had a great idea.

"Since dear Cameron here lost by such a large margin, her dare's going to be drawn out. Starting Monday, she has to get dressed up for five days straight. That includes hair, makeup, shoes, the whole shebang. Oh, and don't forget the revealing dress!"

At that moment, Cuddy burst in. Wilson had obviously run to her to tattle after the whole Chase fiasco.

"All of you, down to the clinic, now!! And where's Chase?" She yelled.

"Hiding in the last stall in the bathroom next to the annex to the diaper supply closet in the OB/GYN ward," House replied, sniggering. He strode out of the room, ducklings in tow.

"Are you actually going to do it?" Foreman asked.

"Sure, why not? I have lots of dresses because whenever I'm depressed, I go binge shopping. It's actually loads of fun!"

"House and the two mildly intelligent of his ducklings checking into the clinic at 12:17," House told the intern on duty before grabbing a file and a lollipop and walking off.

"That's Allison Cameron and Eric Foreman," Cameron clarified. They left to deal with stuffy noses and hypochondriacal mothers.