A Major Change: New Surgeon at the 4077 Chapter 46: A P-51 Mustang Plane in the 4077th, a m*a*s*h fanfic

Hello there, readers. This is the 46th chapter of this story.

Now, in this chapter, the M*A*S*H 4077 gets themselves a P-51 Mustang Plane delivered to the compound abruptly, Frank's ego gets to him that he takes the plane for a ride, with Andrew accompanying him, concerns arise upon them having gone missing with the plane, especially since Andrew is engaged, and some other mishaps will occur. How will things go for the 4077? Just how will things go wrong? Find out right now folks!

AT THE M*A*S*H 4077 - 11:35

It was just another day at the 4077. Typical action was held in war-infested Korea, and the casualties were shipped over to the 4077 and other M*A*S*H units in the area. At the 4077 in particular, the doctors, surgeons, and nurses were in the OR, all scrubbed up in their uniforms as they are working away on treating the wounded and performing surgery on a good chunk of them.

Currently, the OR was no different than all the other sessions there. Discussions were held by some of the medical staff members, and the sounds of tools being used were heard. Tension was about the same, and there didn't seem like any end in sight for the wounded that were shipped there.

"Ah, nothing like a mid-morning session of meatball surgery to get the blood pumping," Hawkeye retorted, as he was shown extracting some shrapnel particles from his man's chest.

"Speaking of blood pumping, my patient needs to stop pumping his blood out of this belly wound," Trapper commented dryly before facing the nurse who was working with him. "Clamps?"

"Clamps," the nurse gave him the clamps, which he used to slow down the bleeding.

"Oh geez. The shrapnel particles are deep within this man's colon. I'm gonna have to cut this wound open further or he'll never make it," Hawkeye proclaimed before he looked at the nurse he was working with. "Scalpel?"

"Scalpel," the nurse complied by giving him the scalpel, which he used to cut the wound open further.

"Goodness. Things are picking up today," Andrew commented, treating his patient who had a blood clot. "Seems like the action has gotten the heat turned up."

"Well you know what they say Andrew; 'No war leaves a man without an open wound'," Hawkeye finished cutting open the wound. "Forceps?"

"Forceps," the nurse gave him the forceps that he asked for to use.

"I know that," Andrew sighed. "But today seems a little more tense than usual."

"Well, that's something to expect from this man's army," Henry, who was treating his patient from shock, commented. "The war works in many different ways."

"Just having one of these bullets touch these soldiers will result in them getting wounded and in need of medical attention," Trapper deadpanned. "Sponge?"

"Sponge," the nurse working with him complied.

"I wouldn't be surprised if these men were playing against machine guns," Andrew grimaced in disgrace. "Or worse, they got caught in the crossfire by a tank or a fighter plane or something rather."

"The war has been known to unhinge us all Andrew," Margaret commented. "There are some bad things that come out of it. And then some wonderful things come out of it too."

"I know what you mean Margaret," Andrew said calmly. "Plasma?"

"Plasma," she complied while giving him some plasma.

"Alright, I think I got the shrapnel that penetrated this man's colon," Hawkeye said. "Nurse? Give me some suction."

"Suction," she gave him some suction which he used in the wound.

"You know, this would go a whole lot better if there weren't as many casualties as there were," Frank gripped. "It's bad enough that these surgical tools are primitive and useless to this man's army."

"Frank, if I were you, I'd give those North Koreans a piece of my mind," Hawkeye encouraged him in a sardonic manner.

"Unlike you Pierce, I happen to know how to prevent these sort of things from happening," Frank proclaimed proudly.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, Frank? Fire a bazooka in their direction?" Trapper questioned in annoyance. "Because that's how most of these patients got wounded in the first place."

"Well it wouldn't come to this if these Korean worms weren't so horrible with our American troops," Frank huffed. "Nurse, give me some scissors!"

"Scissors doctor," the nurse working with Frank complied.

"If you ask me, I think this man's outfit requires a military vehicle," Frank insisted. "One that could drive off any North Korean who tries to strike our base at any second."

"Yeah. I'm not so sure that that would be a good idea, Frank. Especially after the last time when we had a Sherman tank in our compound," Andrew had to remind him. "We're already getting enough action from the casualties that we've been getting as it is. Why escalate it further?"

"Andrew's right. This is an outrage," Hawkeye agreed. "What are we going to get next? A plane that can attract our enemies in the sky? That way, we'd get wounded that get shot out of the sky."

"It would be a catastrophe unless they have their parachutes," Trapper retorted.

"Now look everyone, we're a medical unit. We're doctors, not paratroopers. Let's leave that stuff to the Air Force," Andrew pointed out. "And besides, there is a small to no chance of us getting an army plane sent to our unit."

"There's also the fact that the North Koreans could send one of their planes over to our sector and unleash drop tanks on us when we least expect it," Frank commented. "A compound like this leaves us vulnerable to an air raid attack."

"Oh, Frank. Not again," Henry groaned. "I thought we already discussed this."

"We did Colonel. But the war is not over, in case you have forgotten," Frank complained.

"I'm well aware of it Frank," Henry retorted. "I can still hear the noise at night."

"Why don't we trade in our scalpels and forceps for rifles and cannons," Hawkeye snorted dryly. "Maybe we'd be better off."

"You know what this means? We're facing a medical war, doctors against patients," Trapper said dryly. "All we have to do is to see who treats the most casualties and voila. We win over North Korea."

"Yeah, I seriously doubt that it would work like that," Andrew deadpanned.

"I know," Trapper gave him a dry retort.

"Okay, let's knock off the GI talk. We got our elbows covered in blood already," Henry issued to them. "Nurse? Get me some clamps."

"Clamps," the nurse who was working with Henry complied.

"I'm warning you. You'll be sorry," Frank warned them. "You'll all be sorry."

"I'm already feeling sorry for what'll happen to us Frank," Hawkeye told him in a faux-enthusiastic voice.

"Aren't we all?" Andrew deadpanned. "Margaret? Get me a sponge."

"Sponge," Margaret did so as he used the sponge to clean up the blood.

No one else said a word for the duration of the O.R. session as they continued to treat the wounded that came in. It seems that this was going to be at least a good couple of hours' worth of work for everyone...

OUTSIDE OF THE OPERATING ROOM - 14:36

"Radar? Are you absotively sure about that?" Henry was seen following Radar towards the door that led them outside.

"Positive sir," Radar told him as they went outside. "Shipment truck came in with special delivery for 4077 M*A*S*H. Sir."

"But that's just ridiculous Radar," Henry complained. "We just got all shipments for medical supplies a week ago."

"I know that sir. He doesn't," Radar said. "Says it's special and whatnot."

"Well, lesse what it is first," Henry sighed as they approached the driver of the shipment truck.

"Excuse me," the driver queried. "But would you happen to be the C.O. of this unit?"

"Yes sir, I am," Henry said with a sheepish smile. "Lt. Colonel Henry Blake. That's who I am."

"I see," the driver gave him a clipboard and a pen. "Now I just need you to sign here for me Colonel."

"Of course," Henry did just that before giving it back to the driver. "Here ya go. All signed for whatever it is that we got."

"This'll do," the driver then hollered. "Alright, men! Bring it on out!"

Two corporals worked on getting the shipment out of the back of the truck. Whatever it was seemed heavy, considering that they went deep into the truck and were heard grunting while taking it out. Henry could only wonder what it is that they got that seems very important.

What Henry saw them taking out of the truck left him completely speechless. It was a fighter plane for sure. But it wasn't just any ordinary fighter plane. This plane was specifically a P-51 Mustang plane that are used in the military during certain conflicts. There were some drop tanks underneath each wing, the left one had a star in a circle on the surface.

On the side of the plane said 'E2' and 'S'; with a circle with a star inside placed in between. There was also a cockpit with a pilot seat, along with a back seat for any important equipment needed. There was also a propeller on the front of the plane which allowed for proper take-off through the sky and also two wheels on the bottom to ensure a safe and secure landing. Finally, the tail-end of the plane had a serial number that said '413926' on the side.

Henry was left speechless for several moments, as he didn't know what to say, as the two corporals placed the plane onto the ground within the compound before wiping their foreheads. Radar got a good look at the plane before him and gawked.

"Wow," Radar gasped. "Holy cow sir. That's a plane."

"Yes, sirree, Radar," Henry uttered, finally finding his voice. "They use those planes in the Air Force."

"Gosh." Radar muttered.

"Uh, sir? There must be some mistake," Henry tried to reason with the truck driver. "I mean we're a hospital unit. We treat patients three miles down the front. We aren't prezactly the Air Force or anything."

"Sorry to say that this is no mistake Colonel," the driver then asked him some questions. "After all, this is the M*A*S*H 4077, right?"

"Well sure, but I-"

"And this is near the village of Uijeongbu, correct?"

"Well, yes. But-"

"And you are the C.O. of this compound, yes?"

"Sure I am sir. But we-"

"And read this form on the clipboard. What does it say?"

"'This plane is now the property of the M*A*S*H 4077th'. But sir, we didn't issue a-"

"Then it's settled. This plane is now your plane," the driver interrupted him for the fourth time. "I'd use it wisely if I were you sir."

"Oh, but sir, what are we gonna do with a plane?" Henry queried.

"I dunno. Try it out for starters," the driver shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it'll come in handy when it comes to functioning in a hospital."

"But sir, we already get choppers to deliver us the casualties 'already'. It's pointless," Henry groaned. "And besides, what are we gonna do with this plane? Use it to drop tanks to escalate the war even further?"

"Well, when you put it that way, that doesn't sound like a bad thing," the driver was completely oblivious to all the problems that could come up from using an attack plane in a medical unit. "If I were you, I'd take small flights with that plane."

"Come on sir! Can't you return it and say it was a mistake?" Henry begged.

"I'm sorry sir," the driver got back into the driver's seat of the truck. "I'm not authorized to return merchandise like this back. Therefore, it's your problem now. Hope you enjoy it."

"Well thanks a lot, sir," Henry retorted as the driver started the truck up again.

"No problem Colonel. Have a good flight with that," the truck driver waved to him. "You'll need it."

With that, the truck driver started to drive the truck out of the 4077, leaving Henry stuck with a plane that shouldn't be here in the first place. Once the truck was out of sight, Henry sighed and groaned as he looked at the plane again. He then saw Radar looking flabbergasted by what was now their property.

"Wow, sir. I can't believe it," Radar felt like asking. "Why'd they send us a plane?"

"Do I look like I have the answer to that Radar," Henry queried rhetorically. "I can't believe it either. The last thing that this man's outfit needs are a fighter plane to make the war even worse than it already is."

"I've seen it before sir," Radar commented.

"Well ain't this a kick in the horse's patoot," Henry groaned. "We get a special delivery, which happens to be a fighter plane. A plane that we never even asked for and we don't even need it. And now they won't take it back and clear up whatever mistake was made in HQ, and now we're stuck with this."

"Need me to get a book on how to fly sir?" Radar offered.

"No Radar. What I need is a drink to forget that we even got a plane in the first place," Henry said. "Some brandy would work great right about now."

"I'll get some glasses sir," Radar told him before heading into his office.

At that moment, Andrew found it in himself to come outside. Having heard a commotion going on, he had to see what was going on.

"Hey, Colonel? I heard a commotion. Now what's going-" Andrew was cut off when he saw the plane for himself and recognized exactly what type of plane it was. "Holy moly! Is that a P-51 Mustang fighter plane?"

"P-51 Mustang?" Henry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. That's what they call it. It was used by the United States Army Air Force during World War II," Andrew explained. "It's also been recently used in the Korean War. I never thought I'd see one of these in person. Where did it come from?"

"Funny you should mention that Major," Henry answered. "A delivery truck came by, saying it was shipped to the four-oh-double-seven when we didn't send for one. Next thing I know, this plane is now the property of this M*A*S*H unit, and I have no idea what to do with it."

"Do you think that there's been a mistake," Andrew queried. "Because this plane is used by the Air Force."

"Don't I know that Major?" Henry placed the palm of his right hand over his forehead. "I tried saying we're a hospital, but the driver wouldn't have any of it."

"That stinks," Andrew shook his head. "In any case, this plane is a main fighter for the United States in this Korean War."

"So they've told me," Henry groaned.

It was then Margaret came out and saw the plane for herself. She was wearing her army beige t-shirt with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was about to say something but was unable to when she saw the plane for herself.

"Wow, is that what I think it is," she gasped as she approached it. "Is that a fighter plane?"

"Specifically a P-51 Mustang plane," Andrew told her. "Yes, it is."

"Why it's beautiful," she murmured. "My goodness, how on Earth did it get here?"

"Long story short, some shipment screwed up, thinking we need a plane," Andrew told her dryly. "Now I guess we're stuck with it with no way of getting rid of it."

"I see," Margaret said nonchalantly.

"Well anywho, if you two don't mind, I'm gonna head for my office and drown out any thoughts of this plane with some brandy," Henry informed them. "I'll see you around."

Not saying anything else, the two Majors watched as Henry went straight for his office. Once he was gone, they continued to observe the plane for themselves.

"You know something Major? I bet you could fly this plane by yourself," Margaret remarked.

"Well, I dunno," Andrew said shyly. "I don't think I'd have what it takes."

"Oh don't be silly," she waved off. "You wouldn't have a problem with riding this plane. At least for a little."

"Well, I suppose I could do it," Andrew rubbed his chin. "Alright. I guess I can fly it later. But only in the sky above the compound. No further than that."

"Yes. I don't want you flying far from here anyway darling," Margaret reminded him of something. "Remember, you are an engaged person."

"I haven't forgotten dear," Andrew said casually.

Nothing else was said as they continued to admire the plane for a certain amount of time or so...

IN COLONEL BLAKE'S OFFICE - 15:03

"Look, sir, all I want is for someone to pick it up. That's all. No sir, we do not have any need for it," Henry was on the phone complaining to HQ. "Yes, that's right. We do not need a plane. Especially since we have choppers already to deliver casualties regularly. Huh? Come again? Trade for some cornbread. Now look, mister, you are a piece of cornbread. And if you think I'm gonna sit in my office with a plane outside, you're 'absolutely' crazy."

Henry continued to complain as Hawkeye and Trapper entered his office.

"Look, let's be sensible. Haven't I got enough to worry about with having to run this squirrel cage," Henry moaned. "Yes. Yes, it's a P-51 Mustang. Yes, the one used in the Air Force. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. I see. Well, that's just a bunch of rat's patooties. Can't you do anything about it then? What? Huh? You can't? Do you mean we're stuck with it? Yeah? Well, thanks to a whole heaping bunch sir. Yes, I'll be sure to remember that next time we get casualties. Certainly. Well goom-bye to you too."

Henry then put the phone speaker back into the pouch before he sighed and placed his hands onto his temple. Hawkeye and Trapper were curious about this as they wondered what was wrong with him.

"Something the matter Henry?" Trapper was the one who asked that.

"Yeah, there's something the matter McIntyre," Henry said, looking at them straight in the eye. "You are talking to a very upset Colonel who is now the current owner of a fighter plane, which is also the property of this medical unit."

"Wait a minute," Hawkeye thought he was hearing things. "Did you just say 'fighter plane'?"

"Specifically a P-51 Mustang," Henry clarified. "I went to call HQ. Turns out they confirmed that the plane is now our property."

"Terrific," Hawkeye raised his arms out exasperatedly. "What do they expect us to do? Make more casualties that happen to be pilots and paratroopers?"

"If we're lucky, the fall will loosen up the wounds of the casualties just a little bit," Trapper retorted.

"That's just what I'm afraid of," Henry groaned. "We keep a fighter plane in our compound, we run the risk of getting more casualties. And that could mean a deluge of them; something that we don't need to have again."

"Cause there's nothing worse than having ourselves a whole platoon of paratroopers knocking at our front door," Hawkeye told him.

"Can't you do something to get rid of it, Henry?" Trapper queried.

"How can I? No one will take it," Henry said. "I can attempt to find someone to buy it off our hands. But that'll take a while."

"What choice do we have," Hawkeye brought up. "We can't keep it here permanently."

"That's true. I guess it can't be helped," Henry said as Radar entered his office. "Radar!?"

"No luck sir," Radar answered. "No one's willing to buy a plane from us."

"Can you try to reach out for someone?" Henry asked.

"Can try to sir," Radar informed him. "Will take a while, sir."

"Right," Henry sighed. "Just wait for someone to answer."

"Yes, sir," Radar nodded before heading back to his office to wait for someone to pick up.

"You look like you could use a drink Henry," Trapper commented. "You look like you want to get all droned out of your skull."

"I already have a drink," Henry showed him the glass of brandy he poured previously. "And your right. I could use it."

"Mind if we join you, Henry?" Hawkeye offered as Henry drank down the beverage. "We could all use a drink before something bad happens."

"I don't see why not," Henry went and tossed the keys towards Hawkeye, who caught them with ease. "Those are for the alcohol cabinet."

"Thanks, Henry. I knew you'd come to your sense," Hawkeye smirked as he and Trapper went over to unlock the cabinet and help themselves to a drink.

"What should we drink to this time Henry," Trapper queried as Hawkeye was pouring a glass for himself and Trapper.

"Does it look like I know," Henry retorted. "I'm stuck with a fighter plane that I can't seem to get rid of, and no one's willing to buy it. That's why I need this drink."

"I can drink to that," Hawkeye admitted.

"Here here," Trapper agreed as they clinked their glasses.

They then started to drink together to forget about the plane that was outside. They had no idea that someone was going to try flying it through the sky very shortly...

OUTSIDE IN THE COMPOUND - 15:46

"Oh please Major," Frank snorted as he was seen approaching the plane. "I've ridden one of these things before."

"You sure about that," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Because that's what you said about the Sherman tank, and you know how that turned out."

It would appear that Frank had learned about the plane quite some time ago. As soon as he found out about it, he had to see the plane for himself. He also started claiming that he once drove a plane like this before and that he knows how to handle it.

Of course, someone like Andrew isn't fooled by that, since Frank is just putting off his ego. Despite this, Andrew decided to accompany Frank to the P-51 Mustang, if only to see how he'll act upon seeing it.

"Yes, I'm positive Major," Frank told him. "'In fact', I've flown in one of these when I was stationed at Fort Dix."

"Is that so?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Well, I should let you know Frank that this is a P-51 Mustang plane used by the United States Army Air Force during the Second World War, and it's also been used in the Korean War that we're stuck in currently."

"I knew that," Frank defended. "I was just testing you to see if you knew that!"

"Right," Andrew rolled his eyes, not entirely believing him. Despite that, he decided not to get riled up over it. "Anyway, are you sure that you know how to fly this plane?"

"Of course I'm sure," Frank yelled as he climbed up and opened up the cockpit. "And to prove it, I'm gonna try it out."

"Uh, Frank? Are you sure that you should use it?" Andrew queried as Frank climbed into the cockpit. "That's a real fighter plane. Surely the incident with the Sherman tank taught you something, did it?"

"Sure it did," Frank remarked. "I'm better with flying than I am with riding on the ground."

Andrew reacted by giving him an annoyed. "You're serious right now?"

"Yes I am," Frank got comfortable in the plane. "Anyway, why don't you get in here."

"What?" Andrew was shocked by this. "You must be kidding."

"I am not," Frank huffed.

Andrew could only frown at this. Surely, Frank wasn't serious about trying out the plane, and having him tag along, was he? Nonetheless, Andrew found himself getting into the cockpit behind the seat Frank sat in.

"Now look Frank, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be riding this plane," Andrew tried to warn him. "I suggest you forget any attempts at trying to fly this plane."

"Well, tough toenails Major. Because I'm flying it whether you like it or not," Frank remained defiant. "Besides, I'm only taking it for a spin."

"That's not the point," Andrew grunted as the cockpit closed up with them in it. "You could cause more damage to the 4077. Or worse, we'll end up in North Korean territory."

"Oh, quit being so paranoid Major," Frank snorted. "And they say I'm paranoid."

"Do you even know how to start this plane?" Andrew asked.

"Course I do," Frank insisted confidentially. "I just press a couple of buttons to start it up."

"Sure you do," Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. "I also want you to know that during World War II, one of the USAAF's greatest Mustang aces; Major George Preddy, was killed when he was shot down by friendly fire during the Battle of the Bulge, which was in December of 1944. I don't want the same thing to happen to us, Frank."

Frank didn't pay attention to any of that, as he was pressing a couple of buttons. One of the buttons he pressed caused the planes' engine to start up as the propeller in the front started to spin.

"Frank, the engine is running. You know that, right?" Andrew was a little concerned.

"Absotively," Frank giggled as he place his hand on a lever. "Now I just have to ride this plane through the air."

"Now hold on Frank. Just take a minute to reconsider," Andrew tried to reason with him as Frank pulled down the lever. "We don't want to do anything DRASTIC!"

As soon as Andrew finished saying that, Frank got the plane moving, and before they knew it, the plane started to lift off of the ground and started to head up into the sky. Frank was too filled with adrenaline to pay attention to his surroundings, while Andrew was shocked to see that they were starting to fly. He's been on an airplane several times before, but not in a war-fighting plane.

I can't believe it! We're 'really' flying! Andrew thought fearfully. Frank is going to get us killed. I just know it.

Andrew kept those thoughts to himself as the plane started to soar through the air and away from the M*A*S*H 4077. He was unaware of the fact that someone had seen him and Frank take off in that P-51 Mustang plane just now. Said someone was revealed to be Klinger, who was wearing his pink bathrobe, as he was shocked to see Andrew and Frank flying in that plane that came in recently.

Holy Toledo! Major Peterson and Major Burns are flying in a fighter plane, away from the 4077th! Klinger thought. I think the Colonel ought to know about this...

With that thought in mind, Klinger headed straight for Colonel Blake's office to tell him everything that he witnessed. Things were going to get hectic for now only the 4077, but for the two Majors riding in that P-51 Mustang that was swerving back and forth in the air thanks to Frank's inept driving. Especially since everyone will find out about what just happened. That was a guarantee...

COLONEL BLAKE'S OFFICE - 16:04

"Klinger? Are you sure that you saw that plane take off?" Henry was pacing back and forth with Klinger trailing behind him.

"I'm being honest sir," Klinger told him. "I saw Majors Peterson and Burns take off in the plane and saw it flying through the sky, away from the 4077!"

It was apparent that Klinger told Henry about the plane flying off recently, and somehow it managed to spread through the rest of the outfit. Henry wasn't sure if Klinger was telling the truth, or if he was lying just to get himself a discharge. Henry stopped pacing and turned around to face Klinger.

"Klinger, you better not be pulling a fast one on me," Henry warned him. "Because it's not going to work."

"Come off it sir," Klinger yelped. "Would I ever lie to you, Colonel?"

"Gee, I dunno Klinger," Henry retorted sarcastically. "Why don't we check the cabinet for the folder that has your name written on the front of it?"

"Okay, fine," Klinger groaned. "I might've told several lies in the past to get out of the army. But this time I'm telling the truth! That plane is gone! And Peterson and Burns left with it, with Burns piloting the plane out of the 4077!"

"Oh Klinger," Henry groaned. "I'm just not sure if I should believe you or not."

"You can believe me when I say that, sir," Klinger begged calmly. "They took off in that plane."

It was then Radar came into the office with some news that he needs to know. "Sir? The plane outside's gone."

"Oh alrighty. I'll check this out," Henry sighed as he followed Radar outside with Klinger trailing. "I don't why in any man's outfit would someone want to fly a plane out of here. But until I see it missing, I am convinced that that plane is still..."

Henry trailed off when he saw that the plane was missing, just like Klinger told him.

"...gone," Henry finished as his facial expression dropped. "Klinger? Are you absotively sure that you saw Frank and Andrew board that plane that flew off?"

"Honest Colonel," Klinger stated. "They're missing along with the plane."

"Oh fine. That's something else to take care of," Henry along with Klinger and Radar went back inside before he faced Radar. "Radar?"

"Get on the phone and call HQ about missing plane and two Majors, sir," Radar said in unison with Henry.

As Radar got the phone started up, Henry went back to his office, with Klinger still trailing behind him, until Henry got behind his desk and sat down in the chair. Klinger remained standing and stood right in front of the desk.

"Sir, want me to send out a search party to find them?" Klinger wondered.

"Oh, Klinger. I dunno if that's such a good idea right now," Henry groaned.

"Right," Klinger understood. "Because of snipers that could attack them, right?"

"Well, that is a harsh way to put it, but to be honest, uh, yes Klinger," Henry decided to go with it. "Yes, that's the reason."

"That's what I figured," Klinger said.

Henry could only shake his head at this. He had no idea that two of his doctors would go missing along with the plane. That's not what he had expected from being the C.O of the 4077. Then again, considering how other mishaps have taken place, mostly by Hawkeye and Trapper, this shouldn't be anything new to him. Nonetheless, he was entirely shocked by what he has learned.

At that moment, Hawkeye and Trapper had stormed into the office. They had heard about the disappearance of the plane too, along with Andrew and Frank. So they decided to bring it up with Henry.

"Henry, what's this about the P-51 Mustang plane going missing that Trapper and I are hearing about," Hawkeye asked him as he stopped in front of his desk along with Trapper.

"Yes Pierce, it's true," Henry moaned. "And Frank and Andrew decided to take it for a ride through the sky."

"'Actually' sir, it's Major Burns that took it for a ride," Klinger corrected him. "Major Peterson just tagged along for the ride."

"Right. That works too," Henry went with that.

"Henry, you can't be serious," Hawkeye complained. "Having Frank drive that plane around in Korea is liable to create a disaster somewhere!"

"Frank's already lethal with a scalpel, not to mention that Sherman tank," Trapper retorted. "Frank is likely to get himself and Andrew killed, or worse."

"Don't I know that already McIntyre?" Henry gripped. "But there's not much that can be done at the moment. Can't send out a search team since that'll spell trouble from any snipers. Not to mention my fling will end up in handcuffs."

"So all we can do right now is..." Trapper trailed off.

"Is to just wait it out and see if we'll get any calls from it," Henry finished up.

"Terrific," Hawkeye yelled exasperatedly. "While we're sitting here, unable to do anything, some Korean village nearby is in danger of being bombed by this plane due to how careless Frank is as a driver, and likely to drop one of those drop tanks onto a village!"

"Then that would spell trouble for us with the casualties we'll get and certain children becoming orphans," Trapper complained in agreement. "All because Frank decided to take it for a little joyride."

"Now steady people. Let's knock it off," Henry got them to stop. "Let's keep on the ground and not jump to conclusions."

"Because for that matter, Frank and Andrew aren't on the ground with the plane they're riding in," Hawkeye deadpanned.

Henry decided to ignore that as he continued. "We haven't heard anything about them yet. If we're lucky, they should be able to get back with no trouble at all."

"Which knowing Frank is impossible," Trapper huffed. "Seeing how lethal he is as a surgeon and a human being."

"Let's just wait for any further updates from HQ, shall we?" Henry groaned.

"Doesn't look like we have a choice," Hawkeye sighed. "Maybe if we're lucky, Andrew might come back and lose Frank along the way."

"That's a miracle that's not likely to happen," Trapper remarked dully.

Nobody else said a word as they remained in Henry's office and waited for word from HQ to come in. They have no idea what Andrew and Frank were going through on that plane, and what was to take place for them. This was just the start of it...

MEANWHILE...

"Whoa!" Andrew yelped as Frank was having trouble keeping the plane steady through the air, as Andrew was still standing clumped behind the pilot seat. "Frank, watch where your steering that thing!"

"I'm trying to drive it as best as I can," Frank gripped. "It ain't a Jeep you know!"

"That much I know," Andrew deadpanned. "In any case, Frank, are you gonna be able to fly this plane back to the compound?"

"Why don't you go soak your head Major," Frank spat. "Besides, I'll get this plane back to the base before you know."

"And how exactly are you gonna do that?" Andrew was starting to get annoyed by this.

"Simple. I just press this green button," Frank reached for the button with his index finger.

"Frank, maybe you should reconsider and try a different button," Andrew informed him, getting a bad feeling about Frank pressing that green button.

"Last time I checked buster, I'm flying this plane! Not you," Frank scowled. "And I say that this green button will turn this plane around."

Before Andrew could say anything, Frank had already pressed the green button. Andrew started to wince, fearing that he pressed the ejection button, which would catapult him through the air to his death. Something did drop from the plane, but fortunately, it was not Andrew or Frank, to his complete relief.

However, one of the drop tanks was dropped down towards a Korean field, where it exploded. This got Andrew shocked as Frank was essentially leading them to their demise.

"Frank! Don't you know what you've just done!? You just launched one of those drop tanks into that field," Andrew yelled, pointing to said explosion. "That tank could've destroyed a village, or worse! Are you trying to get us killed!?"

"Quit yelling at me Major! How should I've known that it would've done that?" Frank yelled defensively. "Besides, it ain't my fault that this button dropped a tank bomb to blow up that field! So don't blame me, Peterson!"

"That's not the point!" Andrew hollered. "We could be caught in the crossfire by some North Koreans who could be flying in planes too, and they could shoot us down! All because you don't know how to operate this plane!"

"Well pardon me for flying this plane, Major," Frank retorted, not appreciating how Andrew was lashing out at him. "If I had known that this would've happened, I would have left you behind!"

"Yeah. You do that and you'll put yourself in danger," Andrew retorted dryly.

"I don't need your sympathy Major," Frank scoffed. "I can take care of myself."

"Sure you can," Andrew rolled his eyes. "Just forget it and keep flying this plane, will you?"

"Hmph," Frank didn't say another word as he kept flying the P-51 Mustang through the air with an annoyed and irritated Major right behind him.

They had no idea what they'd be in store for next...

BACK IN HENRY'S OFFICE:

"Hey, Radar!?" Henry hollered out to him from behind his desk.

"No dice sir," Radar poked his head through the open door. "No word from HQ yet. Regarding how Peterson and Burns went missing."

"I should've known," Henry sighed. "Alrighty Radar. Just sit tight and let me know when you get a call from HQ."

"Yes, sir," Radar obliged as he went back into his office, closing the door behind him.

And so Henry continued to sit back behind his desk while Hawkeye, Trapper, and Klinger decided to lounge around the office, waiting for anything from HQ to come up regarding that missing plane, along with Andrew and Frank.

At that moment, Margaret Houlihan stormed into the office, looking as stern as ever, with her vexed frown and her furrowed eyebrows, which showed that she was clearly in an irritable mood.

"Colonel Blake," Margaret started, getting his attention. "I'd like to make a complaint."

"Oh Major, not now," Henry shook his head while his hands rested on his forehead. "Major, whatever it is, please write it out on my desk and I'll try to forget about it later."

Margaret was 'clearly' agitated by that as she slammed her clipboard on the desk, in a manner to get everyone to jump.

"Why did you have to do that," Henry groaned. "You almost broke my doll."

"Nevermind that Colonel," Margaret sneered. "I want to know if you are gonna get off your carcass and do something for once!"

"For what prezactly?" Henry queried.

"You know what! About that plane that Majors Peterson and Burns flew off in," Margaret yelled. "I want to know if you're gonna grow a spine and act like a C.O for once and find out if they can send a search party for them!"

"Oh Houlihan, what do you expect me to do," Henry complained. "I have no idea where they went, and until I hear back from HQ, there's nothing I can do about it."

"It would appear that I was right in that you're gonna be the usual lack of help Colonel Bubblehead," Margaret spat.

"Margaret, settle down," Hawkeye spoke up. "Andrew and Frank should be fine. They're only taking flight lessons for 5 dollars an hour. They'll be back shortly."

"You just don't get it, do you Pierce," Margaret turned around and growled at Hawkeye. "My darling fiance is in danger of falling into enemy territory, where he along with Frank will get shot down and captured by North Korean, who will do despicable things to them! They could torment my handsome fiance!"

"Relax Margaret," Trapper shrugged. "Your hotsie totsie fiance has been through worse. He'll be okay."

"Boy McIntyre, you don't understand either," Margaret shook her head. "Andrew is now an engaged man, and I'd be devastated if something happens to him! ESPECIALLY IF SOMEONE KILLS HIM!"

"We know that Major, but you just have to hold your bladder," Henry told her. "Getting ourselves all riled up isn't going to help."

"Well Colonel," Margaret glared at him. "Then I suppose you don't mind if I go over your head again, personally to HQ about this."

"Your not gonna have any more luck with it than I have," Henry groaned. "So knock yourself out."

"Let me make myself 'perfectly' clear Colonel," Margaret sneered, her temper reaching a boiling point. "I want both of those Majors to be brought back to this unit, alive and well. Effective immediately. Otherwise, I'll tell one of the Generals who will force you to do something about it. Understand?"

"Oh gee," Henry murmured as Radar came into the office.

"Uh sir, no word from HQ," Radar tried to say to Henry, only for Margaret to whip around and shoot an angry look at him.

"GET OUT CORPORAL! THIS IS MAN TALK!" Margaret bellowed in such a shrill manner.

"AAHHHH YES SIR!" Radar yelped before rushing back into his office, with Hawkeye and Trapper surprised by that.

"Gee Margaret. Could you scream any louder?" Hawkeye snorted sarcastically. "You scared Radar half to death."

"I have never seen the poor kid run-off like that when it came to getting lunch in the mess tent," Trapper retorted.

Margaret was clearly in no mood for their nonsense, so she shot them another dirty glare to get them to shut up. She then turned to face the Colonel once more to make her point clear.

"I'm not kidding this time Colonel," Margaret warned him darkly. "You better make sure that Andrew and Frank get back here safely. Otherwise, I will personally have you court-martialed for the negligence of two of your men when you are responsible for them, and how it's another reason why you're such an incompetent commanding officer. And I'm serious this time, Colonel Blake. Good day, sir."

With that, Margaret gave him one last dirty look before letting out a huff and turned around to storm out of the office and headed back to her tent, supposedly to cool off.

"Geez Louise, what's with her?" Trapper wondered. "Hot Lips has turned into a landmine all because Andrew went missing."

"Well, what do you expect? Andrew is engaged to her," Hawkeye shrugged. "He's the fiance of a live hand grenade."

"Tell me about it," Klinger agreed. "She's liable to go off at any time."

"I don't mind telling you guys, but that Major does ruffle my feathers," Henry complained. "I'm gonna need another drink fellas. Care to join me?"

"Sure Henry," Hawkeye stood up. "I'll be willing to have a drink."

"Me too," Trapper agreed, also standing up. "We could all use a drink after what just happened."

"Here here," Klinger remarked dully.

It was then they decided to have another drink together, with Klinger joining them this time. Margaret was not in a good mood, knowing her fiance is out there somewhere with Frank, likely to get captured and made prisoners by the North Koreans. Still, they decided to disregard that and have a drink together...

BACK IN THE SKY...

The P-51 Mustang was still soaring through the air as Frank was swerving it back and forth occasionally in an attempt to fly it. Andrew decided not to comment about it, seeing that it would get them nowhere. He hoped that they could get back to their unit soon. He was already missing the compound despite being a hell hole.

Not to mention Margaret, his fiancee. It's possible that she is growing concerned about his disappearance, and he didn't want her to get worried about him and act irritable because of it. That's something he did not want to have on his conscience.

Suddenly, the plane started shaking on them, getting Frank a little concerned as the plane started to descend downward. Frank had no idea what was going on with the plane.

"Uh, M-Major, what's going on," Frank wondered. "I'm not sure what's happening. Is this supposed to do that Peterson?"

Andrew, on the other hand, knew exactly what was going on, and why the plane was starting to lower itself even though Frank hadn't planned on lowering it back to ground level.

"Frank, I'm afraid this plane is losing altitude. Something wrong with the engine, and that's why it's lowering us down," Andrew explained to him.

"Are you sure Major?" Frank asked him.

"Yes Frank," Andrew nodded. "We need to get back to the ground. Can you at least manage to land this plane safely onto the ground?"

"Sure I can," Frank scoffed.

"Then land this plane onto the ground and we'll check the engine afterwards," Andrew suggested.

Frank only huffed and shrugged before he worked on getting the plane back to the ground. Andrew only hoped that this wouldn't be their demise.

Eventually, to Andrew's complete surprise and relief, they did manage to make it safely to the ground with no issue at all. This resulted in Andrew letting out a sigh of relief that they were safe and sound, even though they were now in the middle of the Korean woods.

At least Frank was able to get us back on the ground safely. Andrew thought.

"Alright Major, we're on the ground," Frank yelled as he stopped the engine. "Now can we check and see what's wrong with it?!"

"Hang on Frank. We need to get out of the cockpit first," Andrew reminded him.

"Oh," Frank said simply before opening up the cockpit so they could get out.

As soon as they did that, Andrew checked the engine and took a good look at it. What he saw next left him gasping in shock. This got Frank's attention as he was unsure what that meant.

"What is it? What's wrong with the engine," Frank queried.

"I'm afraid the engine has been jammed up somehow," Andrew said, getting back up after checking the engine. "We're unable to fly again until the engine gets fixed."

"Okay," Frank huffed, crossing his arms. "Then fix it."

"Okay. How?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"How should I know," Frank hollered. "I don't know how to fix it!"

"Well do I look like I know how to fix a planes' engine," Andrew asked in annoyance. "I'm unsure how to fix it too."

"So that means we're stuck here," Frank sneered.

"Now don't put words in my mouth," Andrew fired back. "We'll get out of here somehow!"

"And how can we do that?" Frank howled. "We're stuck in the middle of the woods, and who knows where the M*A*S*H 4077 is located!"

"Give me some time to think," Andrew grumbled. "And in the meantime, we should probably stay alert, in case something were to happen to us."

As Andrew was saying that, they were unaware that some North Korean soldiers were hiding behind some shrubbery and bush, waiting for the right moment to ambush them.

Frank had nothing to worry about as he snorted smugly. "I say we should be alright."

"What makes you say that Frank," Andrew looked at him with curiosity. "We have no weapons. Our plane is busted. And it'll likely that we're in North Korean territory."

"Quit gripping Major. We'll be alright as long as we stay with this plane," Frank informed him in such a gloating manner. "Our plane has some drop tanks and other weaponry attached to it that could likely intimidate these North Koreans and yellow hordes off. They won't be able to get us."

"Whatever you say, Major." Andrew rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Those North Koreans won't know what hit 'em, once they see this," Frank was becoming overconfident. "One look at this plane, and its curtains for them. They won't be able to mess with us, American soldiers."

As Frank kept gloating, the North Korean soldiers were just about to ambush them, capture them and take them, hostage, regardless of what they were dealing with.

"And like I said Major, nothing bad will happen to us. We'll be fine as long as we stay with this plane," Frank finished up. "They're not gonna take us, hostage..."

"They're not gonna take us, hostage, huh?" Andrew asked mockingly as he and Frank were being led by some North Korean soldiers who were taking them as prisoners.

"Well, how was I to know that they would've ambushed us when we least expect it!?" Frank defended.

It would appear that when they had their guard down, the North Korean soldiers had moved in and ambushed them, and now the two Major were being escorted by them to their jeep where they would take them away to become their prisoners. Needless to say, neither of them was happy about this.

"Well Frank, are you satisfied," Andrew snorted. "Because of you, we're now being made prisoners to a bunch of North Koreans. And now they're gonna do some horrible stuff to us."

"Don't blame me for this Major," Frank cried in irritation. "You were the one who got us into this mess!"

"Well I wasn't the one who suggested that we'd take that plane out for a little ride Frank," Andrew yelled.

"You could have picked a better landing spot for us!" Frank yelled.

"Where? There was no other landing spot that would be safe enough to land on," Andrew howled. "Face it, Frank! This mess is your fault!"

"NO, IT'S NOT!" Frank bellowed. "I didn't force you to come along with me! You could have stayed behind and left me to go by myself! But instead, you willingly went along with me on this trip."

Andrew opened his mouth as he was about to say something. Unfortunately, nothing came out of his mouth when he realized something. Frank was right. He didn't have to go on this trip with him. He could've stayed behind and let Frank get himself killed by himself. But instead, he decided to tag along for the right, and he didn't even reconsider.

"Your right Frank. I did go with you on this trip willingly," Andrew sighed. "Look Frank, this arguing isn't getting us anywhere. So let's stop the hostility and figure something out."

"Why don't you two Americans shut your mouths," one of the North Korean soldiers hissed.

"Oh, go soak your head will you," Frank scowled at him. "And why do you care? This has nothing to do with you creeps."

"It does now that your our prisoners, Americans," another North Korean soldier spat. "We're taking you on a trip to North Korea. You'll be prisoners of war, and held hostage against your will."

"You can't be serious," Andrew grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I'm serious American," a North Korean soldier hissed. "We'll keep you locked up, and do horrible things to you two. I can assure you that."

"Uhhhh...N-Now look, fellas, no need to torment some true blue Americans here," Frank stuttered, obviously scared. "Look, guys? We're all on the same side, aren't we? I-I'll tell you what? You can take Major Peterson hostage, and let me go. How does that sound?"

"Gee, thanks for the support Frank," Andrew thanked him sarcastically, not at all impressed that Frank was willing to pull something like this.

"You two aren't going anywhere," the leading soldier remarked. "You're both prisoners of ours, so we'll take you two Americans hostage. And there's nothing to change our minds."

"Will you even give some consideration to it," Frank muttered sheepishly.

"Aniyo. Or as you say in America; no," the Korean soldier spat as they approached the jeep.

"Got anymore ideas Frank?" Andrew questioned in annoyance.

"Uhhhh...to be honest Major," Frank stuttered. "I don't believe in mock heroism."

"That's what I figured," Andrew rolled his eyes again.

"Alright. In the jeep you two," the leading North Korean soldier barked. "Come on! Move it!"

This forced Andrew and Frank to get into the back seat of the jeep which had three rows of seats in it. Andrew and Frank were shown scrunched up together in the back seat so they wouldn't try anything.

"And you two better not try anything to escape," the North Korean warned them. "Cause if you do, you Americans are jug-eun."

"Jug-eun?" Andrew and Frank queried in confusion.

"Dead! As in dead Americans!" the North Korean soldier snapped.

Andrew and Frank exchanged nervous looks as the Koreans got the jeep started up and the North Koreans started to drive off, with their American prisoners Andrew and Frank sticking around in the back seat. Things weren't looking good for them...

IN RADAR'S OFFICE; AT THE 4077TH - 16:42

Meanwhile, in Radar's office, we see Radar sitting around his desk, waiting for a call from HQ to come in regarding the missing plane with Andrew and Frank in it. Henry had gone off to the Officer's Club with the two Captains as a need to get their minds off of this whole ordeal, so Radar was left alone for the time being.

The company clerk was getting worried, even though he shouldn't since Andrew was capable of taking care of himself, being a man and all. Just the thought of Andrew being taken prisoner by the North Koreans or even worse; the Chinese was something that got him feeling dread. When will they get a call from HQ? Will they find something out soon?

Just then, the door slammed open, and entering the office was Margaret. She was still pretty shaken up from earlier, and it didn't look like her sour mood would improve anytime soon. At least until Andrew makes it back safely. This got Radar's attention, as he decided to greet her.

"Hi," he greeted casually.

"Shut up," Margaret spat before commanding. "Get on the phone and get through to HQ Seoul. Tell them to send some choppers out looking for Major Peterson and Major Burns. And to make sure that they get brought back safely since Major Peterson is my fiance. Understood Corporal?"

"Uh, sorry, ma'am. Can't do that," Radar apologize. "HQ's not accepting personal calls until after 1700 hours."

"How would you like to be up to your knees 'in' floor?" Margaret threatened him while giving him an icy glare.

Taking that threat seriously, Radar immediately went right to work.

"Roger," Radar said frantically as he turned the handle to get through to Sparky. "Sparky? Sparky! Oh, hi, Sparky. It's Radar. Listen, I gotta get through to HQ Seoul."

Margaret was getting 'really' impatient, hoping that Sparky would hurry up and get through to HQ so Andrew could be brought back along with Frank. Radar was waiting for Sparky to answer back when he heard him say something.

"Oh?" Radar's face dropped to a frown, which Margaret didn't appreciate.

"What!?" Margaret barked irritably.

"Uh, Sparky," Radar jumped before speaking again. "This is a top priority."

Margaret started pacing back and forth, wondering what was holding them up while Radar was being told something by Sparky. How long should it take to get through to HQ anyway?

"Uh-huh. Yeah," Radar said to Sparky as he was told some bad news. And remembering how Margaret flipped out earlier, Radar was scared to tell her the bad news that he was given by Sparky. Sadly, he had to tell her since her patience was wearing thin. Clearing his throat, he told her.

"Um, I'm sorry, ma'am," Radar said meekly, getting Margaret to look at him. "HQ's being held up at the moment, and they won't get back to us with help or search team till after midnight."

This didn't sit well with Margaret at all, as her next reaction was pretty much expected.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Margaret screamed like a banshee, getting Radar to scream at how shrill she was being.

In a fit of rage, Margaret knocked over one of Radar's shelves that he had set up next to his desk. This got Radar panicking as he took off the headset and his hat as he knelt to the ground while commenting on it.

"Oh, look what you've done! My in-going and my outgoing." Radar informed her. "Now it's all in my out."

"Stuff it, you little shrimp!" Margaret bellowed as she continued her tantrum, messing up the cabinet drawers and throwing folders out of them.

"Oh my goodness! Ma'am, this is official stuff!" Radar yelped.

"I'm sick of this camp," Margaret howled, as she continued to trash Radar's office. "I'm sick of it! I'M SICK OF ALL OF YOU!"

"Oh, no!" Radar cried at how his files were getting messed up by Major Houlihan.

"I'M SICK OF THE ARMY!" Margaret roared furiously.

"That's all in alphabetical order," Radar hollered as he got onto his knees to go through the messed-up folders. "For Pete's sake!"

At that moment, Margaret went on ahead and kicked Radar in the butt, getting Radar to grunt and fall onto his stomach.

"'Oh sorry Houlihan! We can't do that! We can't help find your darling fiance!'" Margaret squealed in a shrill tone, tearing up papers from inside a trash can. "Always me! Always me! Why?! Why!? Why!?"

"Well, you've been in the Army a long time," Radar defended. "You're older."

Margaret gave him another dirty look at how he was unintentionally insulting her youth. With that, she emptied a trash can and slammed it over Radar's head.

"Thanks for nothing!" Margaret spat, slamming her fist onto the top part of the trash can, which Radar felt before she stormed off, slamming the door behind her.

"You're very dependable and kind to the enlisted." Radar muffled from under the can, even though she had already left.

Just then, Hawkeye, Trapper, and Henry made it back as they entered Radar's office. The first thing they saw was Radar on the ground with a trash can over his head. Hawkeye couldn't help but make a teasing comment about this.

"Well lookie here," Hawkeye teased. "Radar wants to see the trash for himself. So he put a trash can over his face."

"Get off the floor Radar," Trapper told him. "You're never gonna be able to see the trash sitting down."

"Very funny sirs," Radar grumbled in annoyance as he stood up and took the trash can off of his head, and put it to the side.

Their focus was now on the rest of his office, which of course was in shambles.

"Hey Radar?" Henry decided to bring up. "Would you mind telling me why your office is in shambles?"

"Yeah Radar," Hawkeye agreed. "It looks like a hurricane just stormed past here."

"A hurricane did come. Sorta," Radar exclaimed. "Oh geez. She came in here, screaming and yearning for her fiance to come back. And then she got mad."

"Oh Radar, lemme guess," Trapper gave him a smirk. "Was it Hurricane Hot Lips who came past here?"

"Yes," Radar admitted shamefully.

"Ah yes, Hurricane Houlihan," Hawkeye mused. "What would we do without those hot-looking lips and her petite-looking body to lust over?"

"Be serious guys," Radar groaned. "Houlihan's upset about Peterson being gone. Says that she wants her darling back with her. And she's worried. And furious."

"Oh for Pete's sake. How does she think I feel about my wife," Henry groaned. "At this very minute, my wife Lorraine is probably using my stack of credit cards to pay off for something absurd that she signed up for. 20,000 miles from home, and I can sense when she's gonna go for a bargain."

"Yeah, I can already see that happening," Hawkeye rolled his eyes.

"What are we gonna do," Radar wondered. "About Major Houlihan?"

"Ah relax Radar," Hawkeye ensured him. "She'll get over it, once Andrew finally comes back safely."

"Pretend that it's that time of the month again Radar," Trapper suggested. "And that she's having her period again."

"Gee, that helps a bunch," Radar grumbled in disgust.

"Anywho Radar, your office looks like it could use a little deshamblizing," Henry proclaimed.

"Why don't we give you a hand," Hawkeye offered.

"You look like you could use help with the cabinet drawers that you can't reach," Trapper teased him.

"Oh knock it off Trapper," Radar huffed. "Course you guys may help."

"Okay doke," Henry remarked. "Looks like we're helping out our company clerk folks."

"Let's get this done and over with," Hawkeye insisted. "When we're done with this, I'm gonna help a fellow nurse with filing her nails."

"I'll go along with that," Trapper said dryly as they got to work.

They didn't bother to say anything else as they worked on getting Radar's office back to normal. This was going to take a while...

OUT ON THE ROAD:

The jeep that was being driven by the Korean soldiers had been riding down the road for a good seven minutes or so. In the back seat were Andrew and Frank, both of whom were still being held captive and being brought back by the North Koreans as prisoners. While Andrew remained quiet for the most part, Frank decided to talk his head off about himself. If he was being taken hostage, the least he could do is share some facts about himself, right?

"Alright, let me get things straight," Frank started. "Before I am made a prisoner, why don't I start with a couple of jokes, then go into a personal autobiography of myself."

"'Really' Frank?" Andrew queried.

"Yes really Major," Frank continued. "I'll tell 'em about the Boy Scouts, how I rode a two-wheeler at 13...and how I worked my way through med school selling burial plots door to door."

"Goodness," Andrew gasped quietly.

"To be honest, I wish I had time to get a haircut," Frank remarked. "Well, they'll understand. After all, it's war. Did I mention that I taught my rabbit how to smile?"

"Frank, do you have to discuss all of this right now," Andrew had to ask.

"Why not? We're being taken hostage, so it's the least I could do," Frank shrugged. "So as I was saying, I'm..."

"Can you shut up American? You're annoying," one of the North Korean soldiers hissed. "We want American prisoners. Not American prisoners who won't stop talking about their lives."

Frank had his mouth open and then closed it before giving them his usual scowl. Meanwhile, Andrew was slightly annoyed by this as he huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Really? Why would you care about what he's talking a-wait a minute," Andrew started calling them out before an idea came up. "That's it."

"What's it?" Frank asked curiously as Andrew leaned over to his ear to whisper.

"I know how we can get out of this mess," Andrew uttered softly.

"Really? How?" Frank whispered.

"What you were just doing, talking about yourself and whatnot," Andrew muttered. "Well don't you get it? If we continue to talk about ourselves like you've been doing, they may get irritated to the point of not taking us prisoner."

"Really? Are you sure that'll work?" Frank asked softly.

"We have to take a chance," Andrew shrugged. "It's either this or become prisoners to the North Koreans where we'll be tormented for the rest of our days."

Frank had to take that in for a minute. Andrew was onto something. They only had two choices. Either they could go with what Andrew planned out, or they could be taken prisoners by the North Koreans who would do horrible things to them. He understood what they had to do now.

"Well, I guess one is better than the other," Frank admitted.

"Okay," Andrew said. "You can start."

"Uh, to be perfectly honest," Frank had to confess. "I don't have anything else to say right now."

"Very well. I'll start us off," Andrew whispered before clearing his throat and speaking up loudly. "I think it's very nice to let you know that I was born in a very obscure place called Attleboro. It's located in Massachusetts in case you feel like locating it on the map."

"So that's where you came from," Frank wondered.

"Well yes. But I moved to South Carolina a few years ago," Andrew said. "Anyway, I should tell you a bit about my high school life. Not a lot of excitement came from it. Never had a lady that I dated there since most of them were pretty much dumb bimbos."

"I know how that feels," Frank snorted a chuckle. "You think that's crazy, there was this girl that I first fell in love with when I was in high school."

"Oh, do tell Frank," Andrew gave him a curious look.

"Uh, it was, uh, during my sophomore year. She was a little brunette of the Jewish persuasion," Frank exclaimed. "Her name was Helen Rappaport. Smart as a whip. We were on opposite sides of the class debate. 'Should Father Coughlin be our next president?' She talked very fast and won."

"She must've been something," Andrew grinned coyly.

"Yes, well, to make it up to me, she offered to drive me home," Frank started giggling. "On the way, she pulled this old gag about running out of gas. Never fooled me, boy. She was really warm for my form. So I turned her down."

"Good heavens," Andrew blinked in amusement. "Good thing I didn't fall in love when I was in high school. Even if I did, most of the bimbos already had men that they dated, which made me feel out of place."

"Can you two Americans clam up," one of the North Korean soldiers ordered. "I don't think I can handle another minute of your chatter."

"Oh, but mister," Andrew said with a slight smirk, "We were just getting things interesting about ourselves before we become prisoners."

"Well then keep it to yourselves. We don't care about it."

"Tough toenails, you bunch of creeps," Frank scoffed. "By the way, if you must know, I live in Fort Wayne, if you ever want to look it up. I have a country club, a 30-foot yacht, a $35,000 house, and two cars if you must know."

"That's neat Frank," Andrew complimented. "Anything else?"

"Well, actually there is," Frank remembered something else that he had to say. "You already know that I'm a happily married man, right?"

"Yup," Andrew nodded. "And I recently became an engaged man. I'm already planning on purchasing a house for me and my fiancee when the war is over."

"I see," Frank muttered.

"Oh, did I tell you about the cat that I left behind at home," Andrew brought up. "Her name is Socks and she..."

Andrew trailed off and he was eventually cut short when the jeep came to an abrupt stop. This got both Andrew and Frank confused.

"Hey. Why did we stop?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Andrew agreed. "Something wrong with the jeep?"

"No," one of the North Korean soldiers said. "We don't want to waste our time taking you Americans in as prisoners."

"What are you saying?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"Get out," another soldier ordered. "Out of the jeep."

"Did we run out of gas?" Frank queried.

"Aniyo," one of the soldiers shook his head. "You two are driving us crazy, and we don't need hostages that badly after all."

"But wait," Andrew had a sly smirk on his face. "Things were just getting interesting with us."

"And besides, I have to tell you how I taught my rabbit how to smile," Frank added.

"We don't want to hear it," one of the North Korean soldiers huffed. "Get lost. Beat it. Scram."

"Wait, you're letting us go?" Andrew asked in such a fake absentminded manner.

"You're not gonna torture us or anything?" Frank queried.

"Some other time," the Korean soldier driving said dismissively. "Just go back where you came from. It's the best thing you two could do for our side."

"Well fine then," Andrew huffed. "No need to be rude. Come on Frank, let's blow."

"Hmph," Frank snorted as the two of them got out of the jeep.

As soon as they were out, the jeep drove off without turning back. Frank managed to yell out one last comment.

"You creeps!" Frank hollered angrily. "I wouldn't lecture to you if you got down on your knees and begged me!"

"Alright Frank, that's quite enough. I think they got the message," Andrew informed them as the jeep was now out of sight. "Besides, we're no longer held hostage, so we can go back to where that plane is located."

"Well, alright," Frank sighed. "By the way, do you remember where that plane is?"

"Sure I do. It's just down this road into the forest," Andrew pointed in said direction. "Not that it matters, since the engine in that plane is still busted."

"Right," Frank huffed. "Got anymore ideas Major?"

"Well, I'll think of something," Andrew rubbed his chin. "In the meantime, we should probably get back to where that plane is located."

"I suppose so," Frank murmured.

"Well, let's get going," Andrew stated.

Frank decided not to argue with him, as they headed back in the direction that they came from. It's not like anything else could happen to them, especially since the P-51 Mustang planes' engine was still busted, right? They would find out for themselves...

IN THE FOREST - 17:12

It took several minutes, but the two Majors made it to where they had to get to. What they saw when they reached that part of the forest left them shocked. Yes, the P-51 Mustang plane was still there. It was who was messing with the engine that got them on alert.

Said person was revealed to be a Chinese soldier, which gave Frank every reason to tense up since it looked like the soldier was sabotaging the engine and making it worse for them. Andrew was also shocked, but he was also confused by why he was doing what he was doing. This didn't make any sense.

"Huh? What the...?" Andrew muttered as the Chinese soldier continue to mess with the engine. "What's that Chinese soldier doing to the engine?!"

"HEY!" Frank hollered. "HE'S SABOTAGING OUR PLANE AND TINKERING WITH ITS ENGINE!"

"Well now that you mention it, he does look suspicious," Andrew commented.

"What are we waiting for? Let's stop him," Frank suggested vigorously.

"We might as well since that flight is our only way back." Andrew agreed as they went over to stop this soldier from doing what he's doing.

The Chinese soldier was just about done messing with the engine when Andrew got his attention.

"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Andrew shouted as he and Frank came to a stop right in front of him. "What's the big idea messing with this plane, which happens to be government property?!"

The soldier was about to say something, but he was unable to when Frank started wailing him.

"I'll tell you why? He sabotaged government properly to leave us cold and dry," Frank spat furiously. "There's no reasoning with these yellow devils. All of them think alike! It's burned into their brains! Kill Americans. Kill! Kill! They don't respect human life the way we do!"

Andrew rolled his eyes, wanting to settle this reasonably. "Now look mister, you better have a good reason for doing what you did?"

"Yes," the Chinese soldier nodded as Andrew continued to glare at him. "Yes, there is."

"Oh, so you speak English," Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain to us what you were doing to the plane?"

"Were you sabotaging it just like all of the other Chinese Communists in this area?" Frank scoffed.

"No sir," the soldier shook his head. "Engine was busted."

"We know that," Andrew deadpanned. "But what I want to know is what gave you the gall to mess it up and make it worse?"

"I do not make it worse," the Chinese soldier defended. "Fixing it is all I'm doing."

"You fixed it," Andrew was a little shocked. "How could you have fixed it?"

"If you ask me, I think this creep is a P.O.W who pretended to fix it so we could crash into enemy territory," Frank snorted. "It's what they all plan to do with American soldiers."

"Uh, Frank? Let me handle this," Andrew informed him before facing the soldier once again. "Now mister, we are a little edgy due to having gotten away from North Korean soldiers who almost took us as prisoners. So how are we supposed to know that you fixed the engine for us? Are you lying to us?"

"Not lying. That is, I'm not lying sir," the soldier exclaimed. "The engine was busted. So I fixed it."

"Yeah right," Frank huffed. "It takes years for someone to fix something like this. For all we know, he could be deceiving us with a trap."

"Frank has a point," Andrew remarked. "How can we tell for sure?"

"Here. I'll show you," the soldier decided to demonstrate it to them for himself.

"If I had my rifle with me, I'd like to take him behind the tree and shoot him." Frank proclaimed.

"I know Frank, but let's settle this civilly," Andrew informed him before facing the soldier again. "Well, mister? We're waiting."

"Very well then," the Chinese soldier opened the cockpit and decided to start the engine.

To their complete surprise, the engine started running normally as it should. This left Andrew and Frank jaw-dropped as they couldn't believe it. This Chinese soldier fixed their plane. Why did he do that? Could there be some sort of booby-trap that he set in there? Or was he doing something genuinely good for once? Whatever the reason, it was hard for them to wrap their heads around it.

"There. All set. She's running like brand new again," the Chinese soldier told them as he got back done onto the ground.

Andrew had to shake his head, unsure about what to think of this. "I don't believe. He 'actually' fixed the engine."

"Alright you commie, what's the gag," Frank started interrogating him. "Did you place a booby trap in that engine to go off, and have this plane explode at exactly 1800 hours?"

"No trick sir. Honest. I swear," the soldier defended.

"Why should we trust you," Frank hounded him. "It's exactly how we lost China!"

"Oh Frank, you better let me handle this," Andrew had Frank step aside as Andrew gave the soldier a stern look. "Why did you help us?"

"To make peace," the Chinese soldier explained. "War has brought many tragedies to both sides. Nothing but pain and devastation. So I fix the engine to the plane, to show I come in peace. I hope you understand, young Yī."

"Well...okay. I guess that's a fine explanation," Andrew was speaking in such an awkward tone. "I guess we can thank you for this. And in return, we won't take you hostage, I suppose."

"Thank you, good sir," the soldier proclaimed.

"Hmph," Frank scoffed. "He's lucky that you were here with me when we caught him. I still think we should turn him over to the MPs and have them figure out what to do with this Chinese P.O.W."

"And just how are you going to reach them, Frank?" Andrew asked rhetorically. "In case you've forgotten, we don't have any phones inside of the plane. We have no way of reaching out to them. Besides, there's only room for two people in this plane, which is us."

"Right," Frank moaned. "I still think we should run him in."

"Of course," Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anyway, we best be going mister. So long, and thanks again, I guess."

"Anytime American stranger," the Chinese soldier told him.

As Andrew let out a sigh, he climbed up and was just about to get into the pilot's seat. Suddenly, Frank stopped him by asking a simple question.

"Major? Just what do you think you're doing?" Frank queried.

"I was gonna fly this plane and get us back to the M*A*S*H 4077," Andrew said matter-of-factly. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"What makes you think that you should fly us back? I'm the one who flew this plane out here in the first place," Frank retorted. "I should be the one to fly us back!"

"Oh right, how rude of me. 'Terribly' sorry Frank," Andrew apologized sarcastically. "Would you rather end up flying into enemy territory again, and allow us to get captured by the Chinese Commies?"

Frank felt himself tense up a bit as he had to admit, Andrew was onto something there. The last thing he wanted was to be captured by Chinese Communists.

"Uhhhh...O-On second thought, maybe you should fly us to the 4077th," Frank stuttered. "I'm about tired of flying a plane anyway..."

"That's what I thought you'd say," Andrew told him calmly. "Now come on. We better get back to our unit before it gets dark out."

"Uh, no need to tell me twice Major," Frank muttered as he got into the cockpit and got behind the pilot seat that Andrew was sitting in. "By the by, do you know how to fly a plane?"

"Not necessarily," Andrew shrugged. "I haven't flown a plane before. But I should at least be able to get us back to our unit and not get us lost like you did Frank."

"Right," Frank groaned. "Just fly us out of here."

"Certainly," with that, Andrew got the cockpit to close up with them in it, and then he got the plane to start moving.

In a matter of minutes, Andrew was able to steer the plane right off the ground as it started to soar through the air. The Chinese soldier only waved farewell to them as they took off to the sky.

"Bon hanghae Americans," he hollered. "Or as you Americans say, bon voyage!"

Nothing else was said as Andrew and Frank took the P-51 Mustang back to the 4077 where they belong. Today was pretty crazy for them, so they hoped that they don't have to deal with anything else for the day. The plane did not go unnoticed, as a chopper pilot caught sight of the plane flying. Recognizing it as an American plane, the chopper decided to head back to HQ, having a funny feeling that it belonged to the 4077. The people back at the M*A*S*H were gonna be in for a special surprise phone call momentarily...

IN COLONEL BLAKE'S OFFICE - 17:26

"'Cuse me? Sir?" Radar called out, which Henry was in along with Hawkeye and Trapper. "Important call came through. From chopper pilot O'Brien. Sir."

"Well Radar, forward the call-" Henry was cut off when his phone started ringing, meaning he already did that. "...over to me."

"Well Henry, Radar was always good with handling the switchboard operation," Hawkeye informed him.

"Keep that up Henry and you might need him to take personal calls when you get back to Bloomington Illinois," Trapper remarked.

"I'm aware of that," Henry sighed as he picked up the phone. "Yes? M*A*S*H 4077. This is Henry Blake speaking. Oh hey there O'Brien! Yes, everything's alright at the ol' ranch. So what can I do for you?"

It was then Henry was informed of something remarkable, which got him a little surprised by what he was told.

"You saw what? Huh? You what? You saw a plane? A plane? Alrighty. Wait a minute, what kind of plane was it? Yeah? Uh-huh? A P-51? Was it a Mustang? You sure about that?" Henry was asking all these questions. "Well you see, two of my Majors; Peterson and Burns took a ride in the P-51 Mustang that we got delivered to our part of the sector. Yes, that's right. I'm absotively sure that they were riding it. And they were what? Heading this way? To M*A*S*H? Yes, sirree! That's what I've wanted to hear."

It seemed that Henry was in a good mood, as there was news that he had to share with the two captains in front of him.

"Righty-o O'Brien. I'll be sure to do that. Yes. Yes. Uh-huh. Welp, thanks again for informing me," Henry finished things up. "I'll be sure to do that. Yup. Yeah. They should be back shortly. Okay doke, welp, that's all I got for now. Yes. Well, I'll talk with you later. Thanks for this O'Brien. Alrighty. Take care and goom-bye."

It was then Henry hung up the phone as Hawkeye and Trapper were giving him a curious look.

"Well Henry, what was that all about?" Hawkeye asked.

"Yeah, it must be something good to see you in a good mood," Trapper commented.

"Wait till you two hear this. Wait until you two get an ear-load of this," Henry started to explain. "That was chopper pilot O'Brien. Turns out he saw a P-51 Mustang plane heading in our direction. And it would appear that Majors Peterson and Burns were riding in it after all. So they should be heading our way safely and shortly."

"Well, that's terrific Henry," Hawkeye shrugged. "Glad to see Andrew is making his way back to the 4077th along with Frank."

"I still think that Andrew should've left Frank for the North Koreans," Trapper retorted.

"Well, the point is, they should be back soon," Henry said. "Now I don't think it would be smart to give them a welcome back party since they were gone for a good 4 to 5 hours or so."

"Good idea," Hawkeye yawned. "I'm not up for a party anyway."

"I lost my party hat and balloons on the way over here," Trapper told them dryly. "So I'm good."

"Well, that's been taken care of," Henry sighed.

At that moment, Margaret stormed into Henry's office again, with a predetermined look on her face.

"Colonel Blake, I want to talk with you," Margaret stopped right in front of his desk, giving him a stern look. "I request your permission to go out and find Majors Peterson and Burns, on the double! And I won't take 'no' for an answer!"

"No need Margaret," Hawkeye told him. "They're on their way back."

Margaret turned around and gave him a shocked expression. "What?"

"You heard him," Trapper spoke up. "Your darling fiance Andrew will be back shortly along with Frank. They're safe and alive, just the way you love them. Especially Andrew."

"They're alive, and coming back?" Margaret had to double-check with the Colonel. "Colonel? Is it true that my darling fiance is coming back to the 4077th with Frank, and they're okay?!"

"Yes, sirree, Major," Henry confirmed. "I got a call from O'Brien, and they are absotively hunky-dory. We'll expect them at the hour at any time. They're safe."

It was then Margaret had a completely different expression on her face. In contrast to her icy cold demeanor earlier, along with the hot-blooded tantrum she threw in Radar's office, Major Houlihan now had a very excited and bright smile on her face, just like a child who was given a lollipop. She was happy to hear about this.

"Oh Colonel, I'm in such a good mood knowing, that my darling is coming back alright, and we'll be seeing him shortly! Thanks so much for telling me this sir!"

Henry wanted to say something to her, but he was unable to when Margaret did the unexpected. Approaching him, she kissed him to the mouth, something that shocked Henry to the core. It was for a split second, but once she was done, she gave them a bright smile with those pretty white teeth before turning around and heading back to her tent to freshen up for when Andrew returns with Frank.

"Holy cow," Henry gasped in shock. "What just happened?"

"That's what I want to know," Hawkeye wondered. "A couple of hours ago, she was furious and completely trashed Radar's office. And now she kissed you on the mouth Henry. What was that about?"

"Ain't it obvious Hawk," Trapper said. "Hot Lips was missing her darling so much and feared that her fiance could be killed by North Koreans. Hearing about this had got her feeling in a good mood. So she kissed our favorite Colonel."

"Yes sir, that's a kiss alright," Henry uttered. "That's the last thing I expected from her. I mean, we're always surprised that she can be kind and friendly. My wife was never this happy whenever I return home from work."

"In any case, that solves two problems," Hawkeye got him back on track. "Andrew and Frank should be coming back alive and well, and Margaret seems to be in a better mood."

"Now if only we could do something about Frank," Trapper mused.

"Welp, better just sit back and take it easy until they show up to our compound again," Henry said, kicking his feet up, putting a cigar in his mouth, and just relaxed.

"I'm all for that," Hawkeye pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Me too," Trapper did the same thing before sitting in a chair next to Hawkeye.

At that moment, the three of them decided to wait until Andrew and Frank return to the M*A*S*H 4077. It wasn't going to be long now...

IN THE SKY - NEAR THE M*A*S*H 4077:

Meanwhile, Andrew was able to fly the plane without any issues. And by the looks of it, he was quite ecstatic about this too.

"Whoa," Andrew yelped. "I didn't think that I could fly this plane. And yet, I'm doing it."

"Yeah," Frank uttered. "You sure know how to fly it alright..."

"Well, thanks Frank," Andrew sighed as he continued to pilot the plane back to the 4077.

While he was doing that, Frank was doing some thinking himself. There was something that he needed to get off his chest with Andrew, especially since it's just the two of them, completely alone. And after the whole situation they got out of with the North Korean soldiers, he felt a strong need to tell him about it. Clearing his throat, he got his attention.

"Hey, uh, Major?" Frank started.

"Yes? What is it, Frank?" Andrew queried, sounding curious about what Frank had to tell him.

He was hesitant at first, especially with how he wanted to say it. But he eventually came out and told him.

"Listen, it ain't easy for me to come out and say this. But uh," Frank took a deep breath and said. "I want to apologize to you."

Just hearing that got Andrew completely shocked as he kept piloting. Did Frank just apologize to him? Was he hearing things? As long as he's been here, Frank never apologized to him for anything at all. He never expected it from it, so he left it at that. Frank Burns was the last person to apologize to him, let alone for anything that he might've done.

After taking this in, Andrew slowly found his voice. "Uhhh, Frank? Apologize for what?"

"Oh, well, you know," he uttered. "For a lot of the trouble I've caused you. Since you've been with the 4077th. And for uhhh...making things hard for you, especially when you got engaged. You know. Well, I said it."

Andrew had to take a deep breath at that and sigh. "Oh Frank, I'm not angry about that. I got over all of that some time ago. Look, if it makes you happy, I never did hold it against you anyway."

"Well, it's just that, I'm all military," Frank explained. "And being second-in-command means not being nice to anyone about it."

"I understand Frank," Andrew slowly nodded.

"And just so there are...uh...no hard feelings," Frank was reluctant with speaking. "All I want to say is uhh...well...I'm...I'm sorry, Major."

"Well, I'm not that angry with you," Andrew said casually. "If you must know, I've already forgiven you for that. Just like I said the other night, I don't have it in me to hold a silly grudge for something so minor. So, I'm not mad."

"Well, uh, that's a load off my back Major," Frank said coolly. "Oh, and by the way, when we get back if you could do me one tiny favor."

"That depends. What's the favor, Frank?" Andrew queried.

"Don't mention what we talked about to anyone," Frank begged. "That includes us getting captured by North Koreans, our escape, a Chinese commie fixing this engine, and the apology I gave you. I want it to be kept top-secret. Okay, Andrew?"

"Not to worry Frank," Andrew gave him a sincere smile. "My lips are sealed, and your secret is safe with me."

"Okay then. Thanks, Major," Frank thanked him slowly.

"Your welcome," Andrew said. "We should be back to the 4077 at any minute."

"Good. I can't wait to unwind after what we've been through," Frank admitted.

"Same here Frank," Andrew agreed with him as he continued to fly them back to the compound.

Eventually, the plane had arrived at the M*A*S*H 4077, which was down below them, and they could see it for themselves.

"Look, Frank. We made it back to the 4077," Andrew pointed.

"Well, I never thought I'd miss this dump," Frank had to admit.

"I know the feeling," Andrew nodded. "Okay, I'm gonna land this plane directly into the compound. So hang on."

Frank didn't say anything as he allowed Andrew to do what he had to do. It took a couple of minutes, but Andrew was successful in landing the P-51 Mustang back where it was before they went on this little flight.

As soon as it made a safe landing, Andrew turned off the engine, opened up the cockpit, and climbed out along with Frank. They eventually touched the ground of the compound again, as they were relieved to be back.

"Well, I'm sure glad that's done." Andrew wiped his forehead.

"Hmmm, it doesn't look like anyone is here to welcome us back," Frank said with slight disappointment. "Or me for that matter. As always. There's nothing new with that."

"To be honest Frank, I'm not 'really' upset by this since I'm not into getting a large amount of attention," Andrew exclaimed. "I'm not much of a people person and I can do without people cheering and welcoming us back. So I'm good."

"I see," Frank sighed, not bothering to comment on it. "Well, shall we give the Colonel the report that we returned safely?"

"Yeah, I suppose that's a good idea," Andrew rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We might as well. They may have been worried for us. So let's check-in."

"Right."

Without another word, the two Majors headed to Henry's office to check back in with him and let him know that they'd made it back alright...

IN HENRY BLAKE'S OFFICE:

"Right. Alrighty. Understood. I understand that it was a mistake," Henry was speaking on the phone with a phone call that just came in a couple of minutes ago. "Certainly. Don't worry your bladder sir, the plane will be here when you show up. Yes. Alrighty then, see you first thing in the morning. Thanks again."

It was then Henry hung up the phone again and put the speaker back where it belongs. Hawkeye and Trapper were about to comment on what that call was about. But before they could, Andrew and Frank entered the office intending to report back to Henry and to check back in after their sudden departure.

"Ahem, Colonel Blake," Andrew gave him a salute as did Frank. "Major Burns and I have returned to the M*A*S*H 4077 after our little trip sir."

"Well, looks like the Majors are back," Hawkeye commented as Andrew and Frank were issued to be at ease. "How did your little trip go?"

"Frank, did you happen to lose a tooth from the trip you went on?" Trapper queried teasingly.

"Now that is hardly any of your beeswax," Frank scoffed. "I'll have you know that Major Peterson and I were mainly taking the plane for a flight. Isn't that right Major?"

"Yes. And we decided to check out some of the areas below us to do a little sightseeing," Andrew lied. "And it was pretty terrific."

Having remembered what Frank wanted, Andrew kept what they did a secret, so he gave him that smile to show that he hadn't forgotten about it.

"Well, in any case, it's sure good to have you back," Henry smiled sheepishly. "I don't mind telling you, but I was almost worried about you two. Almost, that is. Since I knew that you two would make it back alright."

"Yeah, but none of us were more worried than the mistress herself," Hawkeye smirked. "She was especially worried about you Andrew."

"Who? Margaret?" Andrew wondered before sighing. "Yeah. I bet she was worried about me since we're engaged."

"No kiddin'," Trapper snorted. "Hot Lips was furious when you were missing, threw a fit, and completely trashed Radar's office. She was that mad."

"Yeah," Andrew tugged on his collar nervously at that. "Well anyway, she shouldn't be worried now since I've returned safely."

"Anywho, is the plane hunky-dory too?" Henry questioned cautiously.

"Yes it is Colonel," Andrew answered. "The plane is in the same condition as it was before Frank and I took it for a flight."

"Welp, I was asking because I just got off the phone with HQ," Henry revealed to them. "The plane wasn't meant to be shipped to the 4077th after all. Someone fouled up requisitions elsewhere, and it got here by mistake. They're sending someone to pick it up first thing in the morning."

"Well that's pretty outstanding news sir," Andrew remarked. "Glad to know that that's been taken care of."

"I think we can all agree with that," Henry commented.

"Sorry about that Frank," Hawkeye apologized sarcastically. "Guess your gonna have to give up learning how to fly a plane."

"Which means you can never join the Air Force," Trapper added dryly. "Too bad."

"Like I wanted to continue to ride that plane anyway," Frank snorted. "In any case, it's no longer our problem."

"Yeah. I'm also all set with flying a plane," Andrew added shyly.

"Well, it looks like the shoes fit them perfectly," Trapper retorted.

"Not that it's any of our concern over who gets athlete's foot," Hawkeye added sardonically.

Andrew and Frank gave them a look and said nothing else about it.

Suddenly, Margaret came into the office once again in hopes that Andrew finally came back to the 4077.

"Colonel? I heard a plane just landed in our compound. Does that mean Major Peterson has returned?" She asked calmly.

"Well, actually Major, he has," Henry told her.

"Yeah. I'm right here Margaret." Andrew caught her attention.

"Darling," Margaret yelled. "I'm so glad that you're alright."

"Of course I'm alr-" Andrew was cut off when she abruptly hugged him. "Yes. I missed you too."

"Darling! You need to be careful where you go off to and to tell me about it," Margaret told him sweetly. "You're an engaged man."

"Uhhhh...right dear," Andrew smiled sheepishly.

"And besides," she then whispered in his ear. "I'll be devastated without you."

"I know," Andrew whispered back.

"Well, well, well," Hawkeye teased them. "Looks like a happy family reunion between Andrew and Margaret."

Margaret reacted to this by giving the captains a cold glare, warning them to shut up. Aside from a slight flinch, they hardly reacted to it, since it's not the first time she did it. After she rolled her eyes, she huffed and looked towards Andrew.

"Come on Andrew. Let's take this to my tent, where we'll have more privacy."

"Uhhhh...okay Margaret," Andrew blushed profusely as he was dragged out of the office by her.

"There goes a wonderful man and the missus to go with him," Hawkeye commented once they were gone.

"That man is engaged to a live hand grenade," Henry commented.

"Well, Andrew can keep her at ease," Trapper retorted.

"Hmph! Well, if any of you needs me, I'll be in the Swamp unwinding a little," Frank scoffed.

"And how are you gonna do that Frank," Hawkeye asked daringly. "Read your bible again?"

"I think he's gonna try throwing some scalpel at the dartboard," Trapper snorted.

"Why don't you two degenerates go peddle your fish," Frank barked at them.

"Nah, I left my peddle in my bathrobe," Trapper shrugged casually. "And they're not serving fish in the mess tent today."

"I left my peddle under my pillow," Hawkeye added.

"Ooohh...you guys," Frank growled before turning around.

He left the office shortly afterwards. After the day he had, he planned on unwinding for a bit in the Swamp since the Captains were more likely to do some drinking since there hasn't been any casualties in hours.

"Uh sirs," Radar came into the office. "Anything I can do?"

"Nah Radar," Henry stretched his arms out. "Just continue doing what you're doing. And let me know if any casualties come up."

"Yes, sir," Radar nodded before going back into his own office.

"Welp, I don't mind telling you guys," Henry started. "But I sure could use a drink right about now."

"Why don't we go to the Officer's Club," Hawkeye suggested. "I heard they're having a martini special there. Extra dry."

"Hey, I could use a martini right about now," Trapper admitted. "Especially after the kind of day we had today."

"Same here," Henry agreed with them. "Welp, why don't we head to the Officer's Club right now?"

"Sounds like a plan to me Henry," Hawkeye shrugged before looking at Trapper. "What about you Trap?"

"I think it's a pretty nifty plan, Hawk," Trapper shrugged his shoulders. "Let's go."

Without another word, the three of them left the office and decided to head for the officer's club to drink some martini. They know that someone from HQ was going to come and get that P-51 Mustang plane first thing tomorrow morning. But all they could do was wait for that to come. In the meantime, they can just drink it off.

Many things have taken place in the M*A*S*H 4077 before, and this was no stranger than anything else that has transpired. Everyone stationed there could only wonder if anything else might happen there...

END OF CHAPTER 46...

Wow. This chapter took me longer than it should, due to all the details I wanted to add to this chapter. Still, I hope you enjoyed it despite how different it may be.

Speaking of which, this chapter is notable for the lack of any moments between Andrew and Margaret. This was done primarily to give some focus on the dynamic between Andrew and Frank when they took a flight in that fighter plane. especially with how their contrasting personalities work out together.

However, this chapter does show Margaret having some mood swings. A sharp contrast to how she acted in the previous chapter, once Andrew goes missing, she's essentially like a live hand grenade, with her blood boiling and being very cold. This is especially evident when she throws a tantrum in Radar's office and wrecks everything, showing how hot-blooded she can get when she's furious. Just a little thing to share.

Also, it should be worth noting that Frank does get some development from this chapter, albeit in a subtle manner where you have to figure out when part of it kicks in. Again, it's very subtle and easy to miss. But it's there.

One more thing, I did some research on the P-51 Mustang Plane like the one used in this chapter. It turns out the plane was used during the Korean War in addition to World War II. There's some more reference to the Korean War right there. I hope that helps.

Anyway, next time a new type of surgery is needed for one of the patients that show up at the 4077, and some suggestions and objectives are to be cleared to proceed with the type of surgery. What kind of surgery is it gonna be? Will Andrew play some role in it? And how will this go for everyone? Find out next time, reader!

For now, only if you like, you can leave a review for this chapter. Regardless of what kind of review it is, it doesn't matter. That's all I have.

Otherwise, I got nothing else to say. So until next time, I do hope you all take care of yourselves. And on that note, thanks again for reading everyone!