Colonel Potter sauntered out of his office, pushing the door open cautiously ahead of him and looking to both sides before stepping out. "Klinger? What in the name of the Great Rio Grand-ee was that blur that just peeked in my office window?"

Klinger turned away from the typewriter, "Oh, that was just Father Mulcahy, sir."

"Father Mulcahy? What was wrong? Haven't seen a face like that on the Padre since Bongo crawled up his pants leg."

Klinger turned and went back to typing. "I'm not sure... he was looking for Radar."

Colonel Potter paused, his face scrunching up in concern. He walked up behind Klinger, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Isn't Radar--" he started, trying to keep his voice soft. "Supposed to be in post-op?"

Klinger stopped typing again, and tilted his head to one side to look up backwards at the fuming Colonel.

"Funny, sir, I was wondering the same thing, but I guess I didn't think it was that big a deal. I was busy trying to figure out this stupid army code."

"Oh, Klinger, it really isn't that hard to understand," Potter started, leaning down and pulling his glasses out of his pocket. He frowned and wrinkled his nose to try to pull the letters into focus. "'7i;esa'? What the heck is that?"

Klinger shrugged exaggeratedly and went back to typing out the form.

"Colonel Potter! COLONEL POTTER!" Frank shrieked, bolting through the double doors and across the clerk's office, pushing through the second set of doors without slowing his pace.

"Oh, Lord, what now?" Potter stood up from his inspection of the report header.

"Colonel Potter!" Frank repeated, coming back in from the Colonel's office and coming to a halt before his commanding officer.

"What is it, Frank," Potter asked, without a hint of real interest.

"Oh, Colonel Potter, sir, I've got some terrible news, just terrible!" Frank sniveled, squirming in place.

"Spit it out, Frank."

"It's Father Mulcahy, Colonel. I was on my way out of the VIP tent--"

Potter frowned, "What in the name of Beelzebub's Blue Bonnet were you doing in the VIP tent?"

Frank paled. "What was I doing in the VIP tent, sir?"

"I asked you first, Major."

Frank looked around shiftily. "I was-- looking for Father Mulcahy! And I found him! Going into the /mine field/!!!"

"The mine--" Potter sputtered, "Great Caesar's Ghost!"

"Oh, my God!" Klinger cried out at the same time, shoving back the desk chair and leaping up. Potter and Klinger ran for the door, Frank getting tangled up between them and ending up sprawled on the floor.

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