Outside, Frank was putting his tray into the pile of those that had been eaten off of that morning. Suddenly, a calm, yet annoyed voice came from behind him.
"Ferretface, you didn't have to be so stingy on funds for the orphanage in there." He whirled around to find Hawkeye Pierce standing behind him, hands in his pockets. His hard blue eyes sparkled slightly. "That's none of your business, you- you- buttinski!" "Oh, it's my business alright, Frank. If you're a little nicer next time, you might not find any more surprises in your boot."
He flushed with anger. "What did you do to my boot?!" "I don't know... go find out for yourself." The Major walked briskly towards the Swamp, pausing only to glare back at Hawkeye for a moment. As he entered the tent, he bent down to pull his secondary pair of boots from under the cot, only to find that there was nothing wrong with them whatsoever. Nothing had been stuffed inside, the laces weren't tied together, and they didn't smell weird. "Something smells fishy here... and it's not my boots..." Frank muttered to himself, unaware of the fact that Hawkeye and B.J. were standing outside the tent and looking through. When he went to step back, he couldn't move. Trying to ignore the two Captains' laughs from outside, he fell backwards, boots still glued to the floor, and landed on his back with his legs bent.
"Ah, like a fly on flypaper. Hopelessly attracted, hopelessly trapped." Hawkeye said, chuckling, as Frank did something smart for once. He thought to slip his feet out of the boots, took one look at the glue that had been smeared on the floor prior to his arrival, and pursed his lips. /No, best not spoil it./ He thought, merely getting up, sitting down on his cot, and setting to the task of prying his boots loose.
The two troublemakers seemed slightly crestfallen and walked into the tent. Both felt they'd been cheated out of an amusing reaction. Hawkeye looked Frank up and down, before shrugging at BJ, and flopping down onto his cot. BJ did the same. "Breakfast is such a tiresome meal..." The former groaned, placing one forearm over his eyes. BJ's were simply closed. The Major smiled a lipless smile and said "Tsk tsk, I don't think so, Captains. Pierce, you're on PostOp duty and Hunnicutt, the Colonel wants you in his office." They stirred and went to get up... but couldn't. "FRANK!" For once, they were on the recieving end of a joke from Frank Burns. He gave a high-pitched giggle, and held up a jar of the same fast-drying glue that they had used on his boots. "Not so funny now, is it?" There was a distinct ripping noise that was the cause of Frank's sudden urge to turn around and do only one thing. Run. Hawkeye and BJ were standing there, strips of green canvas stuck to the backs of their robes thanks to the fact that the glue had thinned the cot material.
"Ferretface, you didn't have to be so stingy on funds for the orphanage in there." He whirled around to find Hawkeye Pierce standing behind him, hands in his pockets. His hard blue eyes sparkled slightly. "That's none of your business, you- you- buttinski!" "Oh, it's my business alright, Frank. If you're a little nicer next time, you might not find any more surprises in your boot."
He flushed with anger. "What did you do to my boot?!" "I don't know... go find out for yourself." The Major walked briskly towards the Swamp, pausing only to glare back at Hawkeye for a moment. As he entered the tent, he bent down to pull his secondary pair of boots from under the cot, only to find that there was nothing wrong with them whatsoever. Nothing had been stuffed inside, the laces weren't tied together, and they didn't smell weird. "Something smells fishy here... and it's not my boots..." Frank muttered to himself, unaware of the fact that Hawkeye and B.J. were standing outside the tent and looking through. When he went to step back, he couldn't move. Trying to ignore the two Captains' laughs from outside, he fell backwards, boots still glued to the floor, and landed on his back with his legs bent.
"Ah, like a fly on flypaper. Hopelessly attracted, hopelessly trapped." Hawkeye said, chuckling, as Frank did something smart for once. He thought to slip his feet out of the boots, took one look at the glue that had been smeared on the floor prior to his arrival, and pursed his lips. /No, best not spoil it./ He thought, merely getting up, sitting down on his cot, and setting to the task of prying his boots loose.
The two troublemakers seemed slightly crestfallen and walked into the tent. Both felt they'd been cheated out of an amusing reaction. Hawkeye looked Frank up and down, before shrugging at BJ, and flopping down onto his cot. BJ did the same. "Breakfast is such a tiresome meal..." The former groaned, placing one forearm over his eyes. BJ's were simply closed. The Major smiled a lipless smile and said "Tsk tsk, I don't think so, Captains. Pierce, you're on PostOp duty and Hunnicutt, the Colonel wants you in his office." They stirred and went to get up... but couldn't. "FRANK!" For once, they were on the recieving end of a joke from Frank Burns. He gave a high-pitched giggle, and held up a jar of the same fast-drying glue that they had used on his boots. "Not so funny now, is it?" There was a distinct ripping noise that was the cause of Frank's sudden urge to turn around and do only one thing. Run. Hawkeye and BJ were standing there, strips of green canvas stuck to the backs of their robes thanks to the fact that the glue had thinned the cot material.
