A Sick Joke 5 By: TLH --
Trapper sat up in his cot sulking. "It's obvious who it was."
The two nodded. "Major Frank Burns"
"The Devil Incarnate" Trapper echoed his friend.
The two stood up quickly, grabbing the letter and heading to the office to visit old ferret face.
Hawkeye slammed the letter down on his desk.
"What the hell is the meaning of this Frank?"
Frank quickly grabbed the letter and began to read it. "This is preposterous! Henry is alive! That's great—I mean so the army made a mistake, it's not my fault—I'd think the two of you would be happy...I ..."
"You mean to tell me you didn't write that letter as a joke Frank?"
Frank looked disgusted. "I would never..."
"You better not lie to us Frank, or so help me, we will tie your butt to the flag pole!" Hawkeye hollered pointing to the Majors back side.
"Listen...Captains... I may be diabolical at times, but nothing like this... I assure you I had nothing to do with it."
Strangely enough, it looked as though Frank was telling the truth, and after all, they had no proof it was Frank.
"Alright Frank, but we're gonna find out who is behind this, and you better pray to all that is holy, we don't find out it was you." Hawkeye replied, grabbing the letter and exiting the office, Trapper close behind.
"I think the fink is telling the truth." Trapper offered as the two headed back to the SWAMP.
"Makes me want to throw up." Hawkeye retorted, heading straight for the still.
"Who else could it have been Hawk?"
"Beats the hell outta me."
"Who else did Henry have a beef with?"
"Not only that, but a beef big enough to pull something like this on us..."
Trapper snapped his fingers. "Maybe that's it ...maybes it's not someone with a beef with Henry, but a beef with us... or Radar."
"Radar?...Trapper my friend, if Radar has an enemy in this mans army, I'm Teddy Roosevelt's wife!"
Trapper smirked a bit. "I'm serious, I mean it makes sense...it did hurt us."
"True, but how do we start the search, we have no leads, no evidence..."
"Good question." Trapper replied scratching his head. "Let's drink, it'll come to us."
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END Ch. 5
AN: Though I don't drink, I sure hope it comes to me. Please review, it helps me, help you. – TLH †
Trapper sat up in his cot sulking. "It's obvious who it was."
The two nodded. "Major Frank Burns"
"The Devil Incarnate" Trapper echoed his friend.
The two stood up quickly, grabbing the letter and heading to the office to visit old ferret face.
Hawkeye slammed the letter down on his desk.
"What the hell is the meaning of this Frank?"
Frank quickly grabbed the letter and began to read it. "This is preposterous! Henry is alive! That's great—I mean so the army made a mistake, it's not my fault—I'd think the two of you would be happy...I ..."
"You mean to tell me you didn't write that letter as a joke Frank?"
Frank looked disgusted. "I would never..."
"You better not lie to us Frank, or so help me, we will tie your butt to the flag pole!" Hawkeye hollered pointing to the Majors back side.
"Listen...Captains... I may be diabolical at times, but nothing like this... I assure you I had nothing to do with it."
Strangely enough, it looked as though Frank was telling the truth, and after all, they had no proof it was Frank.
"Alright Frank, but we're gonna find out who is behind this, and you better pray to all that is holy, we don't find out it was you." Hawkeye replied, grabbing the letter and exiting the office, Trapper close behind.
"I think the fink is telling the truth." Trapper offered as the two headed back to the SWAMP.
"Makes me want to throw up." Hawkeye retorted, heading straight for the still.
"Who else could it have been Hawk?"
"Beats the hell outta me."
"Who else did Henry have a beef with?"
"Not only that, but a beef big enough to pull something like this on us..."
Trapper snapped his fingers. "Maybe that's it ...maybes it's not someone with a beef with Henry, but a beef with us... or Radar."
"Radar?...Trapper my friend, if Radar has an enemy in this mans army, I'm Teddy Roosevelt's wife!"
Trapper smirked a bit. "I'm serious, I mean it makes sense...it did hurt us."
"True, but how do we start the search, we have no leads, no evidence..."
"Good question." Trapper replied scratching his head. "Let's drink, it'll come to us."
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END Ch. 5
AN: Though I don't drink, I sure hope it comes to me. Please review, it helps me, help you. – TLH †