(A/N): MommieJen and I have been itching to do one of these 4/1 type things for quite a while now. Tah dah!

Disclaimer: We don't own the A-Team and any of the songs or movies mentioned in this fic.

"Murdock, will you stop that?" Face asked.

"Sorry, Faceguy." The Pilot apologised and ceased tapping his feet impatiently on the concrete. He and the Lieutenant had been standing on this corner for over an hour now, waiting to be picked up by Hannibal and BA in the van, and had seriously considered walking back to the warehouse they'd scammed, which was over 7 miles away. It was cold, windy, and Face wasn't in the mood to trudge through mud and get his new loafers wrecked.

"I'm gonna give B.A a piece of my mind when I see him." Muttered the blonde under his breath.

Suddenly, they heard a splutter come from down the road, followed by a series of painful coughs and bangs; B.A's van. Face pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on, and Murdock stood up from sitting on the ground. They both looked at each other with a mixture of amusement, confusion and relief as the burly Sergeant's beloved vehicle pulled up next to them, the engine wheezing with fatigue. They heard B.A curse and grumble as Hannibal's silver-haired head popped out the window.

"What took you guys so long?" Face whined.

"Ask our mechanical genius over here." The Colonel said, pointing a thumb over to the sour-looking B.A.

"I don't know what happened, man. It was fine yesterday when I did some work on it!"

"Can it still run?"

"I think; get in."

B.A started up the engine again, wincing as the vehicle choked and hacked and chugged as they pulled off down the road.

Chug-chitty-chug-chitty!

Murdock glanced at Face, Hannibal and B.A with that classic, crazy look in his eyes. They obviously weren't thinking the same thoughts as him, but he knew they would soon.

In his best British accent he exclaimed, "What a funny noise it's making!"

B.A glared at him in the mirror, while the Conman gave him an odd look. Hannibal just smiled around his cigar.

"Chitty Chitty Chitty Chitty-"

Bang-bang!

"Bang Bang! Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang-"

"Shut up, Murdock-"

"Oh, you, pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we love you. And, in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang what we'll do. Near, far, in our motor car, oh what a happy time we'll spend. Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang, our fine four fendered friend. Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang, our fine four fendered friend!"

"I told you to shut up, fool! I don't want none of your crazy singin' in my van!" B.A yelled.

Murdock silenced, sinking into his seat and dropping his eyes to the floor. After nodding in satisfaction, the Sergeant once again concentrated on his driving.

"Oh, Chitty, you Chitty, pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, we love you." The Captain began to sing softly, gradually growing louder and louder. "And, Chitty, in Chitty, pretty Chitty Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, what we'll do. Near Chitty, far Chitty, in our motor car, oh what a happy time we'll spend. Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang, our fine four fendered friend. Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang, our fine... four... fendered... friend!"

B.A slammed on the brakes as Murdock pelted out the last words. He turned around, his lip flaring in indignation. The Pilot, wide-eyed and frozen in place, stared into the menacing orbs of the giant, angry Mudsucker.

"If you sing one more word, I'ma get your neck, stretch it out, and use it as a wind sock, you hear me?" He told the Captain slowly.

"Yes, Sir." Gulped Murdock, "No more singing."

B.A grunted and turned back to the wheel, cursing as the van released more stricken coughs. Hannibal looked at Murdock in the mirror and grinned.

"Better listen to him good and proper, Captain; it's very windy out today."