Once again the read and blue armies had gathered in the middle of the canyon where Church waved a script at Donut.

"C'mon man, why am I the ghost?" Everyone focused on Church; aside from Tucker who was too busy trying to cover his laughter.

"Why are you asking that? Isn't it a good choice?" Their would-be director's pout was obvious.

A shot rang out and the bullet struck Church between the eyes. His body fell, leaving his spirit behind. The now ghostly soldier sighed and looked at his spectral form. "You could have picked someone else."

"As Hamlet's father?" Tex reloaded her battle rifle. "You're the best option. Deal with it."

Grif looked up from his script. "Just because you were Romeo last time doesn't give you the right to go 'diva' on us."

Glancing at Grif's script Simmons stifled a laugh. "You're just glad you're not a nurse, aren't you?"

"Damn straight."

Finally looking at his part, the maroon armored soldier let out a squeak of surprise. "I'm Hamlet? Finally a lead role! My struggle for recognition hasn't been in vain!"

Sarge sauntered over to see what all the excitement was about.

"Hang on a minute here. Let me see what's goin on. Wouldn't want you to start buffing your codpiece for an inferior production."

"Sarge, how could this be possibly be bad? Look, I gave you the part of the king of Denmark." Donut pushed a sheaf of paper into the other man's hands.

"So I am. Claudius? Hmmm."

"Hey director guy! Why am I playing a lady named Gertrude?"

Donut looked over at Sister. "Oh, you mean the queen?"

"I'm the queen? That's kinda hot. The name still sucks though."

The ever oblivious Caboose was puzzling over his part. "What is a Horatio? Am I in geometry class again? I didn't like it the first time, because no one would tell me which angle was the right one."

Church groaned at his teammate's query. "That's your part in the play."

"We are going to play? I'll go get my soccer mitt."



Nobody stopped Caboose when he ran off.

The lightish-red director scanned the group, most of whom were reading their scripts. Doc looked up from his.

"So I'm Polonius. Who's playing the parts of my kids?"

Donut gestured toward Grif. "He is playing the part of Laertes, while I am Ophelia."

"I was waiting for that shoe to drop."

Grif tossed his script away and began to walk off.

"Don't go! We haven't even had a line reading yet."

Donut waved furiously at Grif, but the other just flipped him off and walked toward red base.

"Not again. Why do my actors always leave?"