4. Steal the photo of his mother.

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Poor Frank! It seemed as if nothing went right for him! First those degenerates stole his boxers and then they got his HONEYBUNCH mad at him! At least the didn't poison his wife against him. Oh no… He did that himself! If fact, it seemed the only woman who could stand him at the moment was his mother, and she was in another continent. Oh, well. He had never been one to complain. Hey… Stop laughing… He got back from his shift, which seemed longer than it already was because of nurses constantly reminding him of his fight with Margaret, via giggling and gossiping. He kneeled in front of his cot and snatched his Bible. After flipping through a few pages, be began to read.

Though shall not commit adultery. Ok… Maybe he'd read tomorrow. Sighing, he kissed the photo of his mother and reclined on his cot before…

"WHAT!" Frank sat straight up in the air, realizing that what he had kissed was NOT his mother… In fact it was apparently a picture from one of Hawkeye's "medical journals".

"What's wrong, Frank?" Trapper asked lazily. He bit his lip to prevent a childish grin from spreading on his face.

"You… Perverts!"

"What did we do, this time?" Hawkeye sat up, looking rather poe'd at being awoken.

"NUDE HORSEBACK RIDING? Wouldn't that HURT?"

"Suprisingly, it doesn't." Margaret added as she stormed in. One of her bras had gone missing, and in this tent were the three prime suspects.

"How would you know about nude horseback riding?" Hawk asked, a sly grin forming on his face.

"Erm… I… Um…"

While Margaret attempted to find a logical reason to know about that particular sport without actually trying it, Frank directed his anger at Trapper.

"How would you like it if I stole a picture of your wife and kids?"

"Frank… You did that last week!"

At this point, the Swamp entered the state of chaos.

"I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did! It was the one where Becky was in her party dress!"

"Hey, Maggie… Let's get a horse!"

"Erm… My sister… I mean friend… I mean acquaintance… Tried it…"

"Oh… That's right… I did take that!"

"Now that we're on the topic, can I have it back?"

"You can teach me how!"

"ALRIGHT! I DID IT! I RODE A HORSE NAKED! I WAS DRUNK AND-" Margaret shut up, realizing that the tent was in total silence. Frank was staring at her with his mouth ajar, Trapper was raising his eyebrows at her and Hawkeye was grinning widely. It was he who finally broke the silence.

"Now I REALLY want a horse!"

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AN: Apologies for waiting so long to update… I'm suffering severe writers block. I put this up, even though it's pretty bad because I didn't want to keep anyone waiting longer. Also, tomorrow, I am trying out for "Fiddler on the Roof", and anyone who wishes me luck will get a cookie. Cross your fingers!

Highmaintenance: He is? Yeah… I guess that "Mc"… I honestly thoughtall my limerickswere bad, so : ).

Kooshball: I may use the eyebrow thing later, depending on whether I run out of ideas. Now that I think about it, you're right… "Parrot" and "ferret" don't rhyme. I thought they did because I pronounce "parrot" as "parret"… The "o" sounds more like an "e" when I say it.

Hawk's Soul: (Indignant) I am my own person, you know! (Pouts) Just kidding. JK and I are pretty interchangeable. And thank you for calling me/us brilliant.

LongLiveRock: Erm… Sorry, but I did not get that review… Is that other ideas for how to annoy him? Sorry, I'm rather thick, that way.

Major-Baby: I've never seen "Princess Bride", so I'll just nod like I know what you're talking about. Depressing stories do tend to get depressing… After my stories got taken down I went on an angst spree and read everthing depressing I could get my greasy little hands on. And I watched "Abyssinia, Henry" one hundred times… Sometimes, you just need something stupid and random, though!

JK: After much convincing, I got Demyx to give Jerry back. He's now in the "Fanfiction Related Injuries" ward at the hospital.

Thank you, everyone who reviewed!