Up in G.D.'s clinic...
Dr. Parks was on one of the hospital beds. Standing guard next to him was Jo. Off to the side, Carter and Alison were discussing the man's condition. All around, G.D. workers continued to dry off equipment. Everyone in the room save Carter was still dripping from the sprinkler incident. In fact, about everyone in G.D. was still wet because making sure the equipment was safe was a priority.
"So, I take it he's crazy or somethin'?" Carter asked, questioning Dr. Parks' mental health.
The both looked over at the man. The man licked the tip of his index finger and stuck it in Jo's ear. She immediately retaliated by grabbing that finger and pushing his hand down. A wince from him soon followed. Carter let out a small laugh.
Alison returned her attention to Carter. "Something's affecting him," she said, concerned. "For some reason, he has been pulling practical jokes on people, and it's like he's getting a kick out of it too."
The door to the clinic opened, allowing a dark-haired man to run in. He must have not been a G.D. long, for his clothes were still dry.
"I got the call. I don't understand. This isn't like Dr. Parks," he said, worriedly. "He's normally very serious with his work. He seemed fine yesterday."
The whole time the man was talking, Carter looked on, confused. "And this is?"
"Carter, this is Dr. Benson," Alison introduced the two men. "He works alongside Dr. Parks. Whatever is affecting Dr. Parks, it is like a poison. We can't cure his condition unless we find the source," she turned to Carter. "I'll need you to find out what he has been eating. That's probably how he ingested it. Dr. Benson might be able to help you with that."
"Sure thing," Carter responded.
Several minutes later, back at Dr. Parks' office...
Carter and Dr. Benson were searching Dr. Parks' office for the "poison." They had looked through drawers, cabinets, everything.
"Okay, we've got food, some bottled water," Carter summarized. "What else?" he said to himself. He needed to find anything that Dr. Parks could have eaten.
Dr. Benson stopped to think for a moment. "There's his medication too. It's in his bag."
Carter carefully removed the medicine bottle from Dr. Parks' bag. "This is experimental heart medication?" he exclaimed as he read the label. "I think we've just found our culprit." As he dropped it into an evidence bag, he continued, "Better get this up to the lab."
Carter headed back towards the clinic to do just that.
A few minutes later, in G.D.'s main lobby...
Carter was en route to the medical clinic, when Fargo reappeared, this time, in a dry sweatsuit. Alongside him was Larry, still in wet clothes, who appeared to be taking notes on a computer tablet. Ever since he had become the Head of Global Dynamics, Fargo had enjoyed keeping Larry around as his personal servant.
"Sheriff, I've been looking for you," Fargo said in an irritated tone. "Someone's TPed my office!"
Seriously? Carter did not want to take the time to investigate an April Fool's prank. He already had enough to deal with. And why was Fargo not busy cleaning up things like everyone else? "Sorry, Fargo," he finally said. "That'll have to wai-"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Fargo suddenly screamed like a five-year old girl.
Larry had pulled down Fargo's sweatpants, revealing a pair of Spiderman boxers. He started giggling childishly.
"That, I did NOT need to see," Carter bluntly declared as a red-faced Fargo struggled to pull his sweatpants back up. He looked over at the culprit, who was doubled over on with laughter. Just like Dr. Parks. "Wait a minute," he added, observing Larry's bizarre behavior. It appeared that Dr. Parks was not the only one affected with the pranking disease.