As strange as this sounds, I got this idea watching Spongebob Squarepants on TV, from the episode: Pickles. Set a few years before the show begins, I'm thinking... 1978? Yeah, that sounds about right.

A humor fic, I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this yet, and I'm backlogged on other stories as it is, so don't expect me to update very often. Of course, I still might surprise you with some pretty fast updates. My muse works in very interesting ways. At any rate, enjoy!

Epilogue:

As far as the A-Team knew, Murdock's craziness was just an act. It hadn't always been, they remembered the days during the war, when his mind had first snapped, but it had been six years now. After awhile, he had begun acting the part. As long as he was in the VA hospital, he was safe from Lynch, who would still visit from time to time just to be sure he was still crazy.

But then something like this would happen, and they would ask the age-old question: Was Murdock faking it, or was he genuinely insane?
It started when Face picked him up from the VA for the mission, something about an extortion racket down in Michigan. Hannibal hadn't been specific on the details. But, Face had the plane all ready to go, and he was here to pick up the pilot.

The first sign that anything was wrong was that the nurse didn't seem at all surprised that Dr. Franz Dubois (Face, of course, deciding to try his hand at French) required Murdock accompany him to another hospital for evaluation and advanced treatment.

"That's a relief, Doctor," She said. "With this new development, we're out of our league! Dr. Richter was going to try and work with him about it, but he got called away on urgent business, and Murdock won't listen to anyone else!"

Keeping his curiosity well masked, Face just nodded, smiling. "Yes, well, that's why I'm here, mademoiselle," he said, making his accent just distinct enough to give the impression that he'd been raised in France, but had lived in the states for quite some time. "Now, if this Murdock fellow is in his room...?" He let the question trail off and he smiled expectantly at the nurse.

She caught on. "Oh, yes, right this way," she said. She led him to Murdock's room (as if he didn't already know where it was. These nurses were so gullible) and opened the door.

"Mr. Murdock," she said cautiously. "Dr. Dubois is here, he's going to take you to another hospital, where they'll be able to help you. You be nice to him, alright?"

Face smiled down at Murdock, who was sitting on the back of a chair. No really, the chair was knocked on it's side and he was sitting on the back, using the seat of the chair like a backrest.

Looking up at Face, Murdock smiled. "Expecting no me wanna Facey you man here!"

Face blinked, but fortunately had the presence of mind to smile and nod for the nurse's benefit.

"Merci beaucoup," he said, turning to smile at her. "I'll take it from here."

The nurse smiled nervously and left, shutting the door behind her.

"Alright, Murdock," Face said. "Get your stuff, we've got a mission- Murdock, your shoes are on the wrong feet."

Murdock promptly looked up at the ceiling. "Right looks me to left and backwards," he said. "Don't up seem I think to moments up and left 'till words crashing mixed."

Face's smile faltered for a moment. "Murdock, are you quite alright?" He asked, walking over to the coat rack in the corner and getting Murdock's hat and bomber jacket. Handing them to the pilot, he watched in concern as Murdock failed to get his arm in the sleeve and promptly dropped the hat to struggle with the jacket.

"Fine me no Face worried," Murdock said, frowning at the uncooperative jacket and trying once again to get his arm in the right place. "Mind on the couch and tires to shining. Notice be with angry frown he'll mudsucker me to careful... Stopping and under help can't figure myself how out and over."

Face groaned. Reaching over to help Murdock with his jacket, he sighed again when Murdock put the wrong arm in, causing the jacket to come on backwards. "BA's not gonna like this..." He said absently.

BA already hated flying, and he certainly wasn't a fan of Murdock's antics. This was going to be one memorable mission.