The first thing he noticed was the man's bare feet.
By the time his eyes travelled up to view the rest, he was surprised that it was the feet that got him first.
It wasn't everyday that an opportunity like this presented itself, and he ran to get the others.
"What you drag me out here for, fool?" B.A. barked.
"Just wait…you'll see," Murdock answered. "But you might not believe it."
Hannibal chewed on his cigar as they made their way past the van that was parked in the driveway. "This better be good, Murdock.
"I don't know if 'good' is the right word. Interesting…bizarre…unusual…weird…off the wall…"
"Shut-up, crazy man," B.A. interrupted. "It sound like you talkin' about yourself."
Murdock stopped walking and pointed his finger at a figure in the distance. The three men stood speechless; there were no words.
It wasn't long before speechlessness gave way to laughter. After all, they had seen their friend in everything from Army fatigues to designer suits, but they had never seen anything close to this.
Face turned around slowly at the sound of the laughter. He hoped that by the time he made it all the way around he would have been hearing things, and they would be gone.
No such luck. His cheeks burned red with embarrassment as he walked over to the now hysterical group, trying to hold his head high in spite of what he wore below it.
"What is so funny?" Face demanded, knowing full well the answer.
"You…you're…wearing…a…a…" Hannibal tried to get out between giggles.
"I know what I'm wearing," Face seethed.
The acidic tone of his voice seemed to sober the others up some and the laughter died down, though the smiles remained on their faces.
"Why you in that get up, man? You look crazier than Murdock!"
"Don't ask. It's a long story…and I'm not in the mood to tell it." Not until he was wearing something a little more him and a lot less humiliating.
"I haven't even seen anything quite like this in the V.A. Maybe you fellows had the wrong team member committed," Murdock teased.
Face sighed and shook his head. He couldn't blame them for having a little fun at his expense; he knew he looked ridiculous. "I think I'm going to go inside and change."
"Good idea, Lieutenant. Perhaps you should slip into something a bit more comfortable," Hannibal joked.
Face started walking back toward the house, but stopped when he heard B.A. whistle. "Lookin' good, Faceman. If you ain't busy next Saturday night…"
"Maybe we should drop the 'man" from Faceman," Murdock suggested in a serious tone. "You know, now that he started wearing dresses."
Face groaned loud enough for them to hear; the last thing they noticed were the man's bare feet as he stomped away from them.
The End