A.N.: Just a little thought to the people who sent reviews for this or any of my other stories; Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me, and makes me keep writing.

A.N.2: To the people who thought it was the President: He has lackeys to send for stuff like this. And for the people who thought it was Kinsey: I wish I had thought of that. I'm thinking about a way tho bring him in now, look what you've done, you've gone and got my muse all excited.

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MAJOR DAVIS

If I weren't thoroughly confused before, I would be now. Rap music is playing throughout the base, people are dancing in the corridors, Siler is singing to a giant wrench, and I'm now soaking wet standing in the General's office with a now busted latex glove sitting at my feet. Adding to all of this General Hammond,

Dr. Fraiser, and SG-1 are all high-fiving each other.

To say things here are strange would be the understatement of the century.

"I'm going to ask again, what the hell is going on here? It took me forty-five minutes to get down here because the Lieutenant who got in the elevator with me hit every button. When I finally find you, I'm bombarded by a water balloon."

"Oh relax Paulie, we're all just having a little bit of fun." Major Carter says to me.

"Relax? You want me to relax? A very anxious President sends me here because he was told there was an emergency. When he asked if everything was okay he was told, and I quote; 'For shizzle, my nizzle.' Relax, are you crazy?"

"Everything is fine Paulie dear, just call the nice President and then tell him so. Then you can RELAX and have some fun with us." Colonel O'Neill says emphasizing the word relax.

"Oh, I'm going to call him alright, but I'm not telling him that everything is fine. I'm going to tell him that everyone on this base is certifiable. It might be a side effect from gate travel. It has to be really, I mean how can this many people go crazy all at once naturally?" I know I'm rambling to myself, but look at the situation I'm in. Who would really blame me?

"Major Davis, I do not believe anyone here has lost balance to their mind. We are all simply trying to have some fun." Teal'c says.

"Fun?" I ask.

"Yes, fun. Haven't you heard of it?" Jack asks me.

"Well, I don't see a problem with that. I guess I have a phone call to make." I say as I head towards Hammond's desk.

"Now that's the spirit." Daniel says.

"This is Major Davis, I need to speak with the President." I say to the operator.

As I wait for my call to be put through Janet pushes me a sheet of paper. When he finally comes on the line, I read off the excuse she gave me.

"Hello Sir, everything is just fine out here. General Hammond had an allergic reaction to his new cholesterol medication. Dr. Fraiser currently has him resting in the infirmary for observation. Yes Sir, thank you Sir." I say before replacing the phone in its cradle.

"Alright now that that's settled, follow me." Hammond says as he walks out his office door carrying a stack of papers.

JANET

We all follow Hammond out of his office and into the control room. Paul runs off to find some dry BDU's, but we promise him that he'll be able to find us.

"Hmmm…Sam, can you dial the Tok'ra home world?" Hammond asks as we get there.

"Sure."

"Alright, c'mon." Hammond says as he leads the way down to the gate room.

When we arrive he sits Indian style on the floor with surprising agility for such an old man.

"Everyone sit." He tells us as Paul comes running in.

"What are we doing?" He asks.

"Watch." Hammond says as he picks up a sheet of paper and begins to fold it. In just a few seconds I see what his intentions are as he sends his newly created airplane flying through the event horizon.

"I wish I could see the look on their smarmy snake head faces when they see all of these." Jack says when about half of the papers are gone.

"Look a flower." I say as I stand up and carefully send it through the wormhole.

"Look, I can make a sword." Jack says as he first makes and then sends the paper weapon after the flower.

Sam grabs the last sheet of paper and starts crumpling it up. When she's done, she proudly holds up her finished project.

"A goose."

"Show off." Jack mumbles.

"No, I think she's just watched 'Liar, Liar' too many times." Daniel corrects him.

"Now what?" Jack asks like the impatient kid I believe him to be.

Teal'c raises his usual eyebrow in response and the rest of us just shrug, and then Paul speaks.

"I know who's up for a little jell-o?"

TBC

End pt.4