((Oops… I forgot to put a disclaimer in.
I do not own the characters of MASH, yadayadayada and a bucket of fish.
In this chapter, there will be a lot of Hawaiian. I am in no way hawaiian, and I cannot speak it. I got this off an internet tranlator, so I'm sorry if my grammer is wrong...))
As you can probably tell, Trapper and I were giddy with the idea that we had another ally in the war against the majors, but I'll leave that subject for a moment in the sake of keeping events in order. Klinger was up to his old tricks again…
"What are you wearing, corporal?" Demanded Major Ferret-Face.
"Lole, sir." Replied Klinger after he searched through his English to Hawaiian dictionary for the word "clothes". Klinger was dressed in a grass skirt, complete with coconut bra. His hairy legs showed obviously under the skirt… He looked like he was wearing one of the gorilla costumes that Trapper and I had gotten our greasy hands on. The two of us had been walking by, engrossed in a "very" important argument over who made the best martinis. We had officially decided not to speak of our discovery in public. It was rather hard not to notice the Lebanese corporal, who was entertaining a rather large crowd of people by hula-dancing, much to the disgust of Frank and Hot Lips.
"Get out of it!" Exclaimed Major Burns, his ferrety-face turning purple with disgust.
"'A'ole pili ia na wahine, sir!"
"He means, not close to the ladies, sir." Replied a giggling Nurse Kellye, who was rather happy to be used as a translator. Trapper and I, of course, were laughing harder that we thought was physically possible.
"This place will be back in shape when General Clayton comes." Frank was seething. At the mention of Margaret's lover, everyone from miles around stared in the direction of the blonde, who amazingly had remained quiet the entire time. She, upon realizing that she was the subject of our stares, led the other Major towards Henry's office.
Klinger, having just noticed us, grinned largely. "Aloha, sirs!"
"Aloha." Trapper and I replied.
"Nice clothes." Trapper complimented.
"Really, Klinger… They suit you." I added,
"Mahalo 'olua, sirs."
"He says, thank you." Kellye translated.
"Just out of curiousity… Where'd you get them?"
"Halloween 'a'ahu puke heluhelu, sirs. Na like 'ekahi 'oe loa'a ko keko pa'a lole mai."
"Halloween costume catalogue. The same one you got your monkey suit from." Translated the nurse.
"Oh... Thanks Klinger." Trapper and I started away.
"'A'ole pilikia!"
"No problem!"