The Great Plot Bunny Caper
Epilogue
Carter rushed into the barracks. "Colonel Hogan," he said breathlessly.
"Carter, why are you always rushing into the barracks? Can't you enter normally in any of these scenes?" Hogan asked him.
"Sorry sir," Carter answered. "It's not my fault. That fool of a writer is at it again."
Hogan looked over at the computer screen. "Oh no," he muttered. "I have a feeling that I'm going to be sighing a lot again."
"Colonel," Carter said again. "I think you need to see what's outside."
"What is it?" Hogan asked warily.
"There's no need to be wary Colonel," Carter responded. "It's a good thing."
Hogan followed Carter out of the barracks thinking that HE should have been the one to leave the barracks first. After all, he is the Colonel in this story. "Writers," he muttered to himself. He stopped, thought of something and then shook his head. "No, it can't be that," he muttered again. He stopped again. "Oh no, I'm muttering in this one!" he said. "I think I would rather be sighing."
He followed Carter to the side of the barracks, where there was a crowd of writers gathered around something. "Make room," Carter said. "The Colonel's here."
The crowd of men shifted to let Hogan through. When he got to the front, he looked at the ground. "Any idea what this is?" he asked.
Beside him, Kinch said "I think it's the Plot Bunny sir."
"What happened?" Hogan asked.
"I think it's been beat to death," Kinch replied.
"Ain't that the truth!" Newkirk responded.
"Newkirk, you used that same line earlier in the Plot Bunny Caper story," Carter noticed.
"Aw blimey, is HE back again?" Newkirk asked.
Hogan nodded.
"Bloody 'ell," Newkirk muttered.
"I see he has you muttering today too, Newkirk," Hogan said looking at the Plot Bunny on the ground at his feet.
At that moment, the white blur that had been running around flew by again. Hogan looked up and saw Atlas, the writers pet, running around camp, chasing the elusive blue Plot Bunny.
LeBeau came around the barracks. "Colonel Hogan, there's something here that you have to see," he said.
"What, another one?" he muttered. He started off following LeBeau to another crown of men. When he got to the front of the crowd, he looked down. It wasn't a pretty sight.
"Who's this?" he asked.
"That joker of a writer that put us through that absurd Plot Bunny Caper," Lebeau responded.
"What happened?" he asked.
"It was the musician sir," LeBeau explained. "She started screaming something about someone named Mary Sue and beating him up with an oboe."
Hogan looked around. "Where did she run off to?" he asked. LeBeau shrugged.
Colonel Hogan smiled as if a great weight was lifted from his shoulders. "Well, let's find her," he said. "I think she deserves a promotion for this!"
As he started to walk away, he looked back towards the bludgeoned writer. LeBeau and the other little prisoners had all joined hands and were walking in a circle around the remains, singing "Ding Dong, the writer's dead, the wicked writer's dead!"