Here it is, the 26th chapter of this story folks!

Now in this chapter, several thefts are committed in the M*A*S*H 4077, another mystery unravels, the main crew tries to deduce who could've done it, and some other answers are revealed too. How will this go? What has been stolen? Who lost what? Who is the culprit behind these thefts? And will the possessions go back to their rightful owners? Find out now, folks!


DOWN AT THE SWAMP - 21:36

Several days have passed since the whole stink and tuba issue had been resolved. With that behind them, it was a quiet night at the M*A*S*H 4077. In the Swamp, the four members were getting themselves ready for bed. Andrew was brushing his teeth, Charles was stretching and yawning before making his bed comfortable, BJ was combing his mustache, and Hawkeye was taking one last sip of gin from the still.

Something else that was noticeable in the Swamp was there was also a Korean young man who goes by the name Yo-Wung. And he was busy cleaning up the place for the owners to sleep in. He was doing them a favor and making things exactly as they need to be. Charles saw him as a potential butler, BJ was thankful for his services, Hawkeye found him to be useful with making things in good condition, and Andrew appreciated the help he gave to them in the tent.

"There. All done," Yo-Wung told them. "The place that you call the Swamp has been cleaned and organized, just like you all wished it to be."

"Yo-Wung, as you prefer to be called, I must say that your janitorial services have been the most necessary to this Swamp," Charles commented. "This was a pleasant surprise."

"And just for that, we'd like to give you this," BJ gave him some Korean cash. "Spend that on anything you like."

"Yeah, use that to buy some booze at the Officer's Club, or get something nice," Hawkeye remarked. "Just don't get too crazy for cash. There are some things money can't buy."

"And uh...try to stay out of trouble too...I guess..." Andrew jumped in, sounding unsure about his stay in the 4077, and if it was a good idea or not.

"Right. I shall be going now. I'll be spending the night at the 4077," Yo-Wung walked towards the door. "I bid you all a goodnight, gentlemen."

After giving them a bow, Yo-Wung walked out the door to stay the night in the compound. Hawkeye and BJ were the ones who suggested that he'd spend the night here, and Charles had no objections to that since he did make a great tent butler. By contrast, Andrew was a little uneasy by this. It's not that he doesn't appreciate the help he gave to them. It's more of the fact that they hardly know anything about him, and that there was more to him than just being a servant boy.

"Uh, guys," Major Peterson queried, feeling some doubts. "Are you sure that it's a smart decision to let him stay here for the night? We barely know anything about him, aside from being a servant."

"Oh come on. Don't be so paranoid Andrew," Captain Pierce enlightened him. "He did us a favor. The least we can do is allow him to stay the night at the 4077."

"He scratched our back, so we're scratching his," Captain Hunnicutt stated.

"Charmed. And besides, it would be wise for him to stay here in case any enemy attacks occur overnight," Major Winchester snorted. "It wouldn't do any good for his resume as a butler."

"Yeah, that's true," Andrew still looked doubtful. "I can't help but get this feeling that Yo-Wung is hiding something from us. There's a chance that there may be more to him than being just a cleaning man."

"We understand how you feel Andrew. We just met him earlier this morning when he came into our compound. We don't know much about him," BJ explained. "But we should at least give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Try to mellow out with him Andrew. It'll do you some good," Hawkeye told him. "From how he acted, there's nothing for him to hide from us."

"Well, I guess you guys are right," Andrew sighed, heading for bed. "I'm going to get to sleep right now. One can only wonder what'll be in store for us tomorrow."

"Indeed. It would be appropriate enough for us to get some shuteye instead of talking about this debate some more," Charles got into bed. "That being said, I bid you, gentlemen, a good night."

"Yeah, I'm ready to hit the sack too," Hawkeye crawled into bed. "There's no telling if the North Korean will leave behind some treats overnight that will be shipped here for us to perform meatball surgery on."

"I'm about ready to get to sleep too," BJ went into his bed too. "I say we have a goodnight's sleep, and we'll figure out what to do with him tomorrow morning. Does that sound good?"

"Alright," Andrew got comfy. "Goodnight you guys."

"Goodnight," they said in unison.

They checked on their stuff for a quick second before turning off the lights and went to sleep. Something that they didn't count on was the fact that some startling news will be surfacing first thing tomorrow...


THE NEXT MORNING - 7:35

It was now a new morning at the 4077. In the Swamp, Andrew was sleeping peacefully as it seemed like nothing could wake him up. That turned out to be wrong though when he woke up once he heard BJ talking loudly.

"Where is it!? Where is it!?"

Andrew bolted up and saw that this got Hawkeye to wake up too, as he was shown panting.

"Beej, what's going on? You almost gave me a heart attack," Hawkeye remarked in a not-so-funny type of tone.

"Sorry Hawk, but I'm looking for something that isn't here anymore," BJ exclaimed.

"Whatever it is your looking for, kindly keep it to yourself," Charles was looking for something too.

"What did you lose Hunnicutt?" Andrew asked, seeming that it was the appropriate question to ask.

"The picture frame that has a photo of Peg and Erin," BJ wasted no time in answering. "It's gone!"

"Gone? What do you mean it's gone," Andrew got out of bed and scratched his head. "Did you have it with you last night?"

"Of course I did! I remember looking at it one last time before going to sleep for the night," BJ explained. "And when I woke up this morning, it's not here anymore! I've been looking for it, but I can't find it anywhere!"

"Gee, sorry to hear that BJ," Hawkeye said sincerely. "What do you suppose happened to it?"

"Easy. I'm more than certain that it's been stolen," BJ concluded.

"Stolen," Andrew was shocked by that, as he grew curious. "Who could have stolen that picture of Peg and Erin from you?"

"Likely the same bozo simpleton who made off with my opera records," Charles retorted. "My records are missing, and I can't find them! I am left to believe that they were also stolen."

"Really? Someone stole your opera records, Charles," Andrew looked at him with a bemused expression. "Who would steal your opera records when nobody else here can stand them?"

"How should I know Peterson," Charles groaned. "I was asleep when they were stolen from me!"

"Easy there, Charles. I'm sure that whoever stole them from you couldn't have gotten far," Hawkeye got up and inspected the still. "And I'm sure that one listen to those records will cause this thief to return to the scene of the crime."

"And what does that have to do with the photo of my wife and daughter Hawk?" Hunnicutt queried.

"Well Beej, I think it means-" Pierce cut himself off when he noticed something wrong with the still, or rather something was missing. "What the...? Where it is? What happened to it?!"

"What's the matter Pierce," Andrew questioned.

"The copper pipe that is connected to the still to make gin! It's gone," Hawkeye proclaimed. "It couldn't have run off on its own! So it must've been stolen just like BJ's photo and Charles' opera records."

"And that makes three things stolen," BJ shrugged.

"Yeah, this is getting a little suspicious," Andrew stated as he looked through his stuff. "I'm not sure how this could have happened."

"It is a mystery to us all," Charles rolled his eyes.

"Pipe down Charles. The last thing we need is for another mystery to take place in the 4077," Hawkeye barked.

"Maybe we'll figure this out like Sherlock Holmes," BJ suggested.

"I highly doubt that Hunnicutt," Charles murmured diligently.

Hawkeye and BJ exchanged looks at that. But before they could comment, Andrew let out a yelp of his own.

"Oh no! Where is it!? I can't believe it," Andrew panicked. "It's gone! It's really gone!"

"What's gone, Andrew?" Hawkeye questioned.

"Yeah, what are you talking about," BJ raised an eyebrow.

"What's so important that you are panicking about it," Charles added.

"My Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera that produces images on instant film! It's been swiped," Andrew explained. "I saw it in my chest of stuff last night! Now it vanished!"

"Wait, you lost your Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera," Hawkeye quizzed.

"Yes. You know which one I'm talking about," Andrew reminded them. "I bought it from a South Korean merchant several days ago! And I've used it to take a couple of photos and have the pictures on instant film sheets!"

"You mean those photos that you had Klinger take of you and Margaret, showing you two hugging, kissing, cuddling, and being happy together," Hawkeye remembered.

"You still have those photos on hand, do you," BJ asked.

"Of course I do! And they're still on the shelf right above my bed," Andrew pointed to the four black and white photos on the shelf, which showed him and Margaret hugging, kissing, cuddling, and smiling brightly respectively. "I am just lucky that this thief didn't steal these pictures."

"Wish I could say the same for the photo of my wife and daughter," BJ moaned.

"And thus the caper strikes four," Hawkeye remarked. "Now four things are missing."

"Now this might be a hunch, but don't you guys think that all of our stolen stuff was taking by the same person," Andrew questioned.

As he asked that, he went looking into that ring box Margaret gave him and saw the ruby ring was still in there. Letting out a sigh of relief, he decided to put the ring on and make sure it stayed on.

"I believe the better question we should be asking right now gentlemen, is if this caper has stolen anything else in the compound," Charles brought up thoughtfully.

Suddenly, that question was answered when they heard a voice hollering not far from the Swamp.

"GREAT BUFFALO BAGELS! WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO IT!?" That voice belonged to Sherman Potter, who was clearly agitated.

"Hey, that sounds like the Colonel," Andrew figured out.

"You don't suppose he lost something too, did he," Charles queried.

"Well, only one way to find out," Hawkeye declared. "Let's get to the bottom of this."

"And maybe whatever it was stolen from also stole our belongings," BJ commented.

Without another word, the four members had their bathrobes on as they stormed outside to see the Colonel...


Turns out the Colonel was in Sophie's resting area, as Sherman Potter noticed something was missing from his trusty mare. And he was not a happy camper about it.

"Great donkey donuts! Who could have done this to you, Sophie," he howled. "Who in their right mind would take away a saddle from a noble steed that's as important as my mare!?"

"Hey Colonel," Andrew got his attention as he and the other three came to the scene. "We heard you yelling from the Swamp! Did something happen?"

"Yes, something did happen, Andrew," Colonel Potter revealed. "Somebody went and stole Sophie's saddle behind my back!"

"Gee, that's a pity. I suppose this culprit stole it from Sophie's back too," Charles commented haughtily. "Guess there will be no riding Sophie for a while."

"I'm in no mood for your little retorts Winchester, so pipe down," Colonel Potter grumbled.

"And the thief strikes five," Hawkeye waved his left arm out in exasperation.

"Five times the robbery," BJ shrugged.

"Wait, you boys got something stolen too?" Colonel Potter asked.

"Yes," Hawkeye started. "The copper pipe to the gin still."

"My photo of Peg and Erin," BJ added.

"My opera records," Charles continued.

"And my Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera," Andrew finished.

"So it seems that this thief has stolen more than just Sophie's saddle," Potter moaned. "Who do you suppose could have stolen our stuff?"

"That Colonel is something that we are trying to figure out as we speak," Charles answered.

"This really stinks," Andrew grunted. "What else could have been stolen?"

"COLONEL!" Just then, Father Mulcahy came running to the area with some ill-mannered news. "Colonel Potter, I have a problem!"

"I'm not gonna like this," Sherman Potter sighed. "What's the problem Padre?"

"My cross has been stolen from under my arms," the Padre answered.

"Cross?" Andrew looked curious. "Do you mean the Christian Cross that they have standing out front of Catholic churches?"

"The very same," Father Mulcahy nodded.

"What surprises me is that you even had one Father," Hawkeye proclaimed.

"Well yes. But it was recent," the Padre explained. "I got it not too long ago. After having donated the money I earned from payday to the orphanage as a charity, the orphanage rewarded me with this cross as a thank you gift. I was flattered by it, and I admire its holy symbolism. That's why I accepted the gift graciously."

"That's interesting Padre," Andrew said thoughtfully. "And you said that it was stolen?"

"That's right," Father Mulcahy admitted. "I hope that whoever stole it realized the sinful blasphemy they committed and that they return it with a reformed attitude."

"We know Padre," Colonel Potter assured him. "It just so happens that the five of us had something stolen too."

"You did? What was stolen?" Father Mulcahy asked.

"For me, some bonafide jackass made off with Sophie's saddle," Colonel Potter answered first, followed by the others.

"The copper pipe to the gin still."

"My photo of Peg and Erin."

"My opera records."

"And my Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera."

"Oh dear, uh...I'm sorry to hear that," the Padre expressed sorrow for them. "I pray that whoever stole my cross will also return your belongings along with my cross."

"We appreciate that Father," Andrew told him.

"So that makes six." Hawkeye kept track.

"Who else had something robbed from them?" BJ felt like asking.

"COLONEL POTTER SIR!" Another voice came from Klinger, who had some horrible news to share. "I've been struck with some tragic news sir!"

"This can't be good," the Colonel shook his head. "What is it, Klinger? Is this another Section 8 scheme, or is it a real emergency?"

"It's a real emergency, sir! My blue bonnet with the red flower on it is missing," Klinger revealed. "It's gone! Somebody stole it!"

"Oh for Pete's sakes," Hawkeye huffed in aggravation.

"Well Klinger, that is sad news," Potter told him. "It just so happens that we had things stolen too."

"Seriously? What else was stolen?" Maxwell Klinger felt like asking.

They told them of their own stuff being stolen one by one. It didn't take too long for them to explain it to him, and once they were done, Klinger had to make sure of this for himself.

"So lemme get this straight," Klinger started. "Hunnicutt lost the picture of his wife and daughter. Winchester lost his opera records. Pierce lost the copper pipe that goes to the gin still. You colonel lost the saddle that was for Sophie. Father had lost the cross that he got from the orphanage. And lastly, Peterson lost the Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera. And all this stuff was stolen by the same person who stole my bonnet. Is all of this correct?"

"That is entirely correct," Andrew nodded.

"And there goes another one," Hawkeye was exasperated by this.

"That makes seven things stolen," BJ counted.

"You know, I would like to find out who the dastardly fiend who stole our stuff is," Charles growled. "I would like to show him what for just for making off with our belongings."

"Look Winchester, let's not get heated up," Colonel Potter told him. "It's likely that the thief is still in the compound."

"It is an interesting theory," Father Mulcahy said. "One that I hope is true."

"But who could do such a thing," Klinger complained. "Who in their right mind would steal our stuff?"

"All we know for now is that the person stole all this stuff during the night," Colonel Potter came to an assumption. "We just have to figure out when our stuff was stolen when we were asleep, and who did it."

"Yeah, that is possible," Andrew massaged the brim of his cap. "But what I'm wondering is did anyone else in the compound have something stolen?"

"COLONEL POTTER!" Just as the wind answered their question, Margaret Houlihan came to the scene. "Colonel, I'd like to file a report for theft and robbery. Something of mine has been stolen from my possession."

"I should have seen this coming," Colonel Potter sighed. "What was stolen, Margaret?"

"My hair curlers," she answered. "I had my hair curlers in my hair before I went to sleep. When I woke up, I saw that they were gone! I'm certain that someone snuck into my tent and swiped them from my hair."

"Wait, you had something stolen too dear," Andrew approached her.

"Yes, darling," Margaret said softly. "How did you know?"

"The rest of us had things stolen from us too Margaret," Andrew explained, 2 inches away from her face. "Hawkeye had lost the copper pipe to the gin still. BJ with his photo of his wife and daughter. Charles with his opera records. Colonel Potter lost the saddle that was on Sophie. Father Mulcahy had his cross taken. Klinger had his bonnet stolen. And lastly, my Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera was stolen from my possession."

"Your Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera was stolen," Margaret said with an empathetic tone. "The same one you used to take pictures of us?"

"The very one," Andrew nodded. "Speaking of which, do you still have those photos of us in your tent?"

"Of course I do. Whoever took my hair curlers didn't take those photos," she told him. "And I'm glad that they weren't taken."

"My photos weren't taken either. And another thing," Andrew showed her his hand that the ruby ring was on before whispering. "The thief didn't take this either. I kept it in a safe hiding place so nobody would find it."

"Good," she whispered. "Be sure to guard that with your life."

"You got it, dollface."

"Ahem, I would like to break up this little rendezvous discussion so we can get back on track," Charles cleared his throat to get them back. "So it seems that Major Houlihan had something stolen too."

"And the thief strikes again," Hawkeye announced.

"Just what kind of burglar are we dealing with anyway?" BJ questioned. "Assuming that our stuff was stolen by the same person."

"I don't know, but I suppose it was by someone desperate with becoming a sinner," Father Mulcahy guessed dreadfully.

"And someone who wants to ruin Section 8 material," Klinger mentioned.

"Now people, it's clear that all of our stuff has been stolen," Colonel Potter said. "But we don't have any leads aside from the fact that it took place last night when we were sleeping. So with some detective work, we might come across something."

"Don't you think we should get the MPs involved," Andrew suggested, as his girlfriend was right beside him. "If anything, the military police might have to get involved with finding whoever this thief is and bring him to justice."

"I'm with Andrew here," Margaret sided with Major Peterson. "We don't know for sure if the burglar is still around. If the thief isn't, then we should get the MPs and find out who stole our stuff. And maybe work on a court-martial."

"Now Majors Peterson and Houlihan, let's not get hasty," Colonel Potter told them. "We need to figure out who stole our stuff first. Once we have leads and apprehend the crook, then we can contact the MPs."

"But this thief could be anywhere by now," BJ said. "For all we know, this thief could have gone AWOL."

"In that case, I suggest we gather up some hound dogs and send them out to search for the crook ourselves," Hawkeye made a suggestion.

"That would be remarkable Pierce, but the only flaw is that we don't have any hound dogs," Charles pointed out the problem with that.

"So what should we do," Klinger queried.

"I'll tell you what we should do? We'll split up into teams of two to see if we can find any leads," Colonel Potter suggested. "Padre, you come with me and we'll check out the motor pool."

"Good choice Colonel," Father Mulcahy said. "Let's hope that Rizzo doesn't give us any grief or problems."

"I know what you mean Padre," Colonel Potter pointed to Charles and Klinger. "Winchester and Klinger, you two investigate the mess tent."

"Yes, because it would be unwise to see what kind of slop the culprit made off with," Charles retorted.

"Let's hope that it was the bad food that he took," Klinger remarked.

Colonel Potter then pointed to Hawkeye and BJ. "Pierce and Hunnicutt, you two check out the supply tents for any damning pieces of evidence and make sure all the supplies are present and accounted for."

"What could the thief made off with inside the supply tent," Pierce wondered. "Besides cotton balls, medicine, and other medical supplies.

"It's not like he's studying to become a doctor," BJ remarked.

"And finally, Andrew and Margaret," Potter told the couple. "You two can go check the shower tents first. Then check the laundry tent. And then the Swamp. See if there are any leads in those areas."

"You can count on us sir," Andrew saluted along with his girlfriend.

"We'll look and see if there are any leads to this thief," Margaret commented.

"Good. Now, let's split," Colonel Potter declared for then to start immediately.

Not another word was said when they split up into groups of two to see if they can find leads and clues as to their stolen goodies. They hoped that this'll be resolved soon enough...


Quite some time had passed since the hunt began. All the separate teams checked out all the respective places they were assigned to but came up with nothing. No clues for them to go with regarding where this culprit was. No leads as to who did this. And no motivation as to why someone who steal their belongings and made off with them.

It was as if they were beating over a dead horse. But they couldn't stop here. They needed to find their stuff as soon as possible. Surely the perpetrator was still within the compound, right?

In particular, Andrew and Margaret had left the laundry tent after checking it out, not entirely satisfied with the lack of leads that they found.

"Well, it seems that there was nothing in the laundry tent either," Andrew moaned. "I'm afraid we're back at square one."

"Yeah," Margaret sighed, holding in her hands one of her panties. "But I did find a pair of my panties in one of the men's laundry baskets in there."

"It wasn't me dear. I didn't take them," Andrew yelped.

"I know you didn't do it darling," Margaret assured him. "It was probably Pierce wanting to do a panty raid."

"Panty raid? Oh you mean like what happened in Rock Island, Illinois at Augustana College on February 25th, 1949," Andrew grimaced as Margaret nodded. "Damn it! What does Pierce think this is? High School?"

"You know, it wouldn't surprise me one bit," Margaret mused. "Considering how he has the mentality of a hormonal pervertic teenage boy."

"I think everyone has noticed that by now," Andrew smirked. "That's the kind of thing that he would probably pull."

"Considering all the pranks he's pulled on the people in the 4077, it wouldn't be unexpected."

"No doubt. So anyway, should we go check the Swamp," Andrew asked her.

"Yeah. We should probably check that place out," Margaret insisted.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out, doll face." Andrew said softly.

"I'm right behind you, stud," Margaret beamed him with a smile.

Andrew blinked at what she called him. That was a first. She never called him a stud before. Then again, he hadn't called her a doll face before either. Of course, because they were a couple, it was only a matter of time before they called each other those affectionate names.

Regardless, the two of them headed straight for the Swamp, to see if there were any traces of the burglar left behind...


IN THE SWAMP:

By the time the couple went into the Swamp, they saw that Hawkeye and BJ returned from checking the supply tents. They were lying on their respective beds as they saw Andrew and Margaret entered the Swamp.

"Ah, I see you two have already checked out both supply tents, right?" Andrew asked.

"That we did," BJ answered. "We came back early since it didn't take long."

"Did you find anything suspicious?" Margaret queried.

"Not a thing," Hawkeye told her. "If we did, we'd probably be at our elbows with medical supplies, ethanol, and footprints from this thief."

"So no luck huh," Andrew deadpanned as they both shook their heads. This causes Andrew to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Well, Margaret and I didn't find anything either. Actually, we're here to see if there's anything suspicious left behind."

"Check away. There's not anything to find in here that's suspicious." BJ insisted.

"Unless you count what's on that beam," Hawkeye pointed to the beam that was keeping the tent held together.

"Huh? What about this beam," Andrew looked suspicious but walked over to it anyway. Margaret wasn't too sure of this as she cautiously followed Andrew.

As fate may be, Andrew only had to shake the beam just a little for some soot to fall right onto his face. This was not what he was expecting. Some of the soot ended up on parts of Margaret's hair. The fact that Hawkeye and BJ were cackling their butts off leads Andrew to believe that this was another one of their silly pranks. Bearing an annoyed look, Andrew gave them his reaction.

"Seriously guys?! Soot?" Andrew barked. "Are you joking?!"

"Relax Andrew, it wasn't meant for you," BJ chuckled.

"Yeah! That soot trap was intended for the thief in case he decided to return to the scene of the crime," Hawkeye proclaimed in a fit of laughs.

"So you expect the thief to be stupid enough to shake this beam and get hit by soot as a trap," Andrew deadpanned with pure annoyance and sarcasm. "That has to be the most stupid idiotic trap for anyone to fall for. Only a total nincompoop would fall for something like this."

"Yeah, and your face is covered in soot," Hawkeye queried. "If it worked on you, then it should be able to work on the burglar."

"That's not very funny Pierce," Margaret glared at him. "Andrew has a point. That's a stupid way of trapping a thief."

"Oh hush up, Madame Houlihan. I suppose you can do better," Hawkeye taunted. "Besides, you also have some soot in your hair."

"Not that it matters," she gripped. "Without my hair curlers, I can't get my hair done."

"And I really would like to wash my face off," Andrew grumbled.

"Oh come on Andrew," Hawkeye laughed. "You look hilarious with your face covered in soot."

"There are no hard feelings," BJ added.

"Right," Andrew rolled his eyes. "And I suppose that there is nothing else in the Swamp that could be suspicious. Is that it?"

"You're right on the money, Major," Hawkeye exclaimed. "Why I bet that if I kick my footlocker right now with my boot, I can guarantee you that nothing will happen..."

And that's what Hawkeye did, as he kicked his footlocker with his booted foot. Unfortunately, he would end up eating his own words, for once he kicked it, the top part opened up automatically, and what was revealed, shocked everyone. Inside the footlocker was all the stolen stuff that the 8 people were missing.

This included BJ's photo of Peg and Erin, Charles' opera records, Hawkeye's copper pipe for the still, Andrew's Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera, Colonel Potter's saddle for Sophie, Father Mulcahy's cross, Klinger's bonnet, and Margaret's hair curlers. It had to have been a large footlocker to fit that stuff in there, especially Sophie's saddle.

Realizing that everyone in the Swamp saw the stuff, Hawkeye felt that the jig was up. As such, he closed the footlocker and pretended that the reveal was never made official.

"Uhhh, nice weather we're having, huh," Hawkeye acted innocent. "Wanna go get a drink at the Officer's Club?"

BJ was in total shock by what he saw in Hawkeye's footlocker. He thought that this was some kind of mistake and that there was a reason why all their stuff was inside of his footlocker. But he decided to stay quiet for now.

Andrew and Margaret, on the other hand, weren't so easy to fool. Both of them cast an annoyed look towards Pierce, as they crossed their arms, tapping their left foot impatiently.

"Uh Pierce," Andrew started to ask calmly. "Would you mind telling me why all of our stuff is in your footlocker?"

"Stuff? What stuff? I know all kinds of stuff. Getting stuffed on stuffing on Thanksgiving. Having a stuffy nose when suffering from a cold or the flu. I have even gotten stuffed up to the point where I told someone to stuff it when they accused me of something. Yeah, that kind of stuff," Hawkeye tried to buy his way out of this one, to no success.

"Come on Pierce, don't try to fool us," Margaret barked. "Why else would our stuff be in there?"

"Or is there something else that you don't know about?" Andrew queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Now wait, this is probably just a misunderstanding," Hawkeye had his hands up. "After all, this isn't the first time people's stuff was stolen, put into my footlocker, and I get blamed for it."

"Right," Margaret rolled her eyes, being the only one in the Swamp at the moment who remembers that. "If you didn't put that stuff in there, then who did?"

"Beats me," Hawkeye shrugged. "I haven't seen anyone put this stuff into my footlocker."

"That's not important right now," Andrew sighed. "What needs to be done is that we have to show the stuff in the footlocker to the Colonel."

"Hey Andrew, could I get my picture of Peg and Erin back," BJ asked.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. This is evidence," Andrew denied shamefully. "And until we find out who is the true culprit, this stuff cannot be returned to anyone. It might still have the fingerprints of whoever really swiped this stuff on it."

"Yeah, that's true," Hunnicutt understood his reasoning for this.

"So darling, do you want me to help you get this footlocker to Colonel Potter?" Margaret asked him sweetly.

"That would be nice dear. Thank you," Andrew turned to face Hawkeye. "You should consider yourself lucky Pierce since I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"Yeah, because I wouldn't expect anything less," Hawkeye remarked.

Andrew rolled his eyes as he got some help with getting the footlocker out of the Swamp, and the four of them went and delivered the footlocker to the Colonel, to find out what should be done next. And Andrew would wash his face up after he delivers it to the office...


IN COLONEL POTTER'S OFFICE:

"I don't believe it," Colonel Potter murmured, seeing the stolen stuff in Hawkeye's footlocker. "I just don't believe what I'm seeing..."

"Yeah. We found it to be a little strange too, Colonel," Andrew commented, his face entirely cleaned of soot.

"But what I don't get is why all of our stuff was put into Hawkeye's footlocker," BJ expressed his concern.

"Probably because Pierce here felt the need to confiscate all of our belongings for whatever childish prank he has in store for us next." Charles retorted.

"Oh yeah sure," Hawkeye said sarcastically. "And I suppose this stuff managed to jump into my footlocker by itself, huh Charles?"

"Well Pierce, it does seem a little suspicious," Klinger spoke up.

"People, if you don't mind me saying this, I think this situation seems a bit...familiar." Father Mulcahy voiced his opinion.

"Yeah Father," Pierce sighed. "Because this instant happened once before."

"Regardless of how this stuff got in there, we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Colonel Potter got them back on track. "There must be a good explanation for all of this."

"But how will we know who it was that stole this stuff?" Klinger questioned.

"Simple. We'll take this footlocker into the diagnosis room, and examine the fingerprints on the stolen goods, and we'll be able to identify who the fingerprints belong to," Margaret answered calmly.

"Yeah. And from there, we'll know who this thief is and find out his whereabouts," Andrew snapped his fingers.

"I still have to wonder if Pierce really did steal this stuff," Charles huffed.

"Look, Winchester, Pierce is far from innocent. In fact, he can be obnoxious and self-righteous," Andrew said honestly. "But I hardly doubt that Pierce would have any intention of stealing our stuff."

"Then how about you," Winchester said. "You may have put that stuff in his footlocker."

"Me?" Andrew gave him a bewildered look before frowning. "Now why would I take everyones' stuff for anyway?"

"Isn't it obvious? You can't stand my opera records. And because of that, you had every intention of swiping them and hiding them in Pierce's footlocker."

"Right Charles," Andrew rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I think you've forgotten one thing. While it's true that I can't stand those records, I should let you know that everyone else here can't stand it either."

"Well, I-"

"So I guess anyone in this compound is a suspect, huh Winchester?" Andrew asked sarcastically, glowering at Charles for the accusation.

"I uhh..."

"And another thing, that doesn't explain why the rest of the stuff was stolen," Andrew interrupted him again. "I have no interest in keeping this stuff. This is coming from someone who detests stealing. And besides, my camera is in that footlocker too. Why would I want to steal my own camera?"

"I see that you have a point, Andrew," Charles sighed.

"Yeah. My boyfriend didn't steal this stuff," Margaret spoke up. "I don't ever see Andrew want to steal other peoples' belongings."

"Now folks, let's not jump onto anyone's throat," Potter exclaimed. "Until we find out who stole this stuff, I don't want anyone pointing the finger at anybody."

"Yes. We still don't know who did this," Father Mulcahy remarked. "I doubt that any of us would want to commit something so unholy such as stealing."

"And besides, once we figure this out, Hawkeye's name will be cleared," BJ said.

"For now, we can give Pierce the benefit of the doubt," Andrew sighed. "In the meantime, we should get this footlocker to the diagnosis room to examine the fingerprints. Then we can work our way from there."

"Right," Colonel Potter closed the footlocker. "Let's get this to the examination room, pronto!"

"Alright Colonel," Margaret nodded before facing Andrew. "Ready to help out darling?"

"Ready when you are, dear." Andrew smiled, grabbing one side of the footlocker.

From there, the others, bar the Colonel worked on lifting the footlocker and had it escorted from the office to the diagnosis room for it to be examined thoroughly. They were going to be in for a huge surprise when they find out who the fingerprints belong to...


IN THE MESS TENT:

Some time had passed since then, and the main group bar Hawkeye and BJ were sitting at one of the tables together. It was evident that all of them had the same bunch of questions popping into their heads. Who is the thief responsible? What was the motive for stealing their stuff? Where could this burglar be currently? And why did he have to put the stuff into Hawkeye's footlocker to make it look like Pierce did it himself?

All of these questions and more were left unanswered as they were all bummed out about this. They had no idea when the reveal and the identity of this culprit would surface. The most they could do for now is to wait patiently and hope that an answer will be given soon enough.

Suddenly, they got out of their thoughts when Hawkeye and BJ came into the mess tent with the papers revealing who the culprit is. It was worth noting that they weren't wearing their casual clothes. Instead, Hawkeye was dressed up as Sherlock Holmes, while BJ was dressed up as John H. Watson; both of whom were wearing the formal clothing to go with it.

"We've got great news guys," Hawkeye started. "We ran a diagnosis on the fingerprints covering the stolen merchandise, and we've found out who the fingerprints belong to."

"We've done a thorough examination, and we have the answer to this caper on this paper," BJ showed them the paper.

But the others were more focused on why they were wearing those detective attires.

"Uh, Pierce and Hunnicutt," Andrew started. "Why are you two dressed up like Sherlock Holmes and John H. Watson?"

"Because dear chap, a mysterious caper like this calls for the finest detective work. And must I say, what we came up with was a remarkable discovery," Hawkeye answered in a faux-British accent, blowing into his brown cork pipe.

"Pierce? Normally I wouldn't mind the classy attire, the accent, and the etiquette way of approaching this situation. But may I be the first to ask, what does this have to do with the caper?" Charles asked them.

"Well Charles, we found out the information that's on this piece of paper," BJ told him.

"Did you two find out who stole our stuff?" Sherman Potter queried.

"We sure did," Hawkeye read from the paper. "According to what we found out, the fingerprints that were on all the stuff belong to...a Korean."

"A Korean, you say," Father Mulcahy scratched his head. "How...odd."

"What about a Korean you two?" Klinger questioned.

"Well it seems that this Korean is a young man in his mid-20s," BJ spoke up. "And that this Korean must've been in the compound last night."

Everyone gasped as most of them didn't know about this. What would a Korean want with their stuff anyway? Was he planning on selling the stuff to the black market? And if that's the case, then why put it into Hawkeye's footlocker? Is it because the culprit didn't want anyone to grow suspicious and did it to shake off any weary eyes?

Andrew, on the other hand, was starting to piece everything together. Furrowing his eyebrows, he pinched his nose and sighed at what was revealed.

"A Korean man did this, huh? Is that so," Andrew retorted. "Well Pierce and Hunnicutt, why don't you tell us a bit about this Korean man, and what he was doing in our compound in the first place?"

Hawkeye and BJ were quick to figure out what Andrew was talking about, as the others were confused.

"Pierce? Hunnicutt? What is Andrew talking about?" Margaret queried, placing her right hand on Andrew's shoulder. "What did you two do this time?"

Hawkeye and BJ exchanged looks with each other. The information they found out had given several potential red flags to surface. There was no longer hiding it from the others.

"Should we tell them, Hawk," BJ inquired. "After all, I think the jig is up."

"Yeah, it seems the cat is out of the bag, along with the stolen merchandise, Beej," Hawkeye nodded. "We've been had."

"Enough with the deductions of the situation and tell us what Major Peterson is talking about," Colonel Potter was getting a little impatient.

Letting out a sigh, Hawkeye was the first to answer. "We uh...yesterday, that is. Yesterday we had allowed a Korean man to stay in the Swamp to help clean the place up. And as thanks, we gave him some Korean cash and let him stay the night."

"We didn't think there was any harm in it," BJ shrugged. "So we didn't have a problem with it. And now it seems that this Korean might have stolen our stuff and tried to pin the blame on Pierce."

Everyone was shocked by that fact. They shouldn't be surprised since these two captains had done things behind their back in a rather underhanded manner. But this was still a big deal.

Andrew shook his head and groaned. "I knew it. I knew there was something suspicious going on. Didn't I tell you guys that I wasn't sure if having him stay the night was a good idea? And what did you do? You decide to let him stay anyway! We didn't know anything about this guy and what there is to know about him, but you guys didn't care. And our stuff was stolen because of it."

"And it's thanks to you two moronic boobs that we are in this predicament," Charles retorted. "This wouldn't have happened if we didn't let him stay, and that we should've kicked him to the curb."

"I wouldn't be speaking if I were you, Winchester. Because you were also willing on letting him stay," Andrew called him out for his hypocrisy. "So no need for you to make yourself out like a hypocrite, Major Winchester."

"And what about you Major Peterson?" Charles countered. "Why didn't you put a stop to it?"

"Because I'm only a major, and I'm not going to take authoritative action behind the colonel's back. I appreciate the tent being cleaned, but I had a feeling that he shouldn't have stayed in our compound," Andrew turned to face the colonel. "I'm sorry that I didn't report this to you sooner sir. Had I know that his Korean known as Yo-Wung was also a thief, I would have reported it right from the start."

"There's no need to apologize now," Potter sighed. "It's like you said, we don't know anything about this guy."

"Yeah honey," Margaret assured him. "No need to put yourself down over this."

"And besides, who's to say that this guy has a good motive for what he did," Father Mulcahy said.

"I still think it's suspicious," Maxwell mentioned. "For all we know, this Korean could be trying to make a deal with the black market just to make a measly couple of bucks."

"Regardless, I think the best thing for us to do is to call I-Corps and see if they know more about this Yo-Wung character," Andrew declared. "Maybe they'll shed some light on this Korean and find out all the facts."

"Yeah. And see if he has more dark secrets aside from being a kleptomaniac," Margaret agreed.

"Yeah. Let's head to my office and find out exactly what there is to know about Yo-Wung," Colonel Potter got out of his seat.

"If you don't mind sir, I'd like to sit this one out," Klinger spoke up. "I'm in desperate need of a shower. So I'd like to be excused from this."

"Very well Corporal, you can go and take a shower," the Colonel went with it. "The rest of you come with me to my office."

The colonel started to walk to the door along with the others, besides Klinger who already got up and headed for the shower tent, where he was planning to take a shower. The colonel gave the two captains a look, meaning that he was going to talk with them about this.

"And as for you two, we're going to talk about this later," Sherman Potter told them in a serious tone. "But for now, let's take care of this problem first."

"Oh right. Sure," Hawkeye said. "Let's out what other secrets Yo-Wung is hiding."

"Great to be the guest of honor," BJ added.

"I just hope that this thief learns a lesson from the Lord," Father Mulcahy remarked. "As it says in the bible, located in Exodus 20:15; thou shalt not steal."

"Once we find out more about Yo-Wung, how I'd like to give him a piece of my mind for deceiving a Winchester like this," Charles grumbled.

"Well let's find out more about him first," Margaret looked at her boyfriend. "Ready to go, sweetheart?"

"You know it, Hot Lips," Andrew said with affection for his girlfriend.

And so they headed to the Colonel's office, where the C.O was going to find out more about Yo-Wung and his records as to what he has done. Things were going to get heated up from here...


IN COLONEL POTTER'S OFFICE:

"Okay. Yes. I see," Colonel Potter was talking on the phone with I-Corps. "I understand. Yeah. Well, that helps a lot. Sure. Thanks for that. I'll be sure to take action. Okay? Okay. Bye."

Colonel Potter put the phone back into the socket and faced the others who were in the room. "Well folks, it seems that we have every reason to suspect Yo-Wung after all. From what I-Corps told me about this Korean's record, this Korean has entered 40 other M*A*S*H units in the past, pretending to be a cleaning boy which was just a facade for his real motive. Turns out this Yo-Wung is a black market dealer and a kleptomaniac who plans on swiping personal stuff and selling them off for money."

"But why would he do something like this," Hawkeye asked, as he and BJ were no longer dressed as detectives, and they were in their usual clothes again.

"There is no answer to that. But from what I-Corps revealed, Yo-Wung is a dirty, untrustworthy Korean who plays a lot of tricks to deceive others at the M*A*S*H units so he can steal their belongings." Colonel Potter revealed.

"Wow. You think that for a kleptomaniac with a dirty record, he'd be wanted by the MPs," Andrew commented.

"Funny you should mention that Major," Colonel Potter brought up. "The Korean really is wanted by the MPs for committing theft from other units in South Korea. The problem is that Yo-Wung is sneaky and silent to avoid dragging in attention, so he uses that to avoid getting caught by the MPs."

"So I knew it all along! This Yo-Wung is nothing but a cheat and a sneak," Charles bellowed. "I will teach him for tricking a fellow Winchester such as myself!"

"Cool it, Winchester. None of us are happy about it," Colonel Potter told him. "But we won't solve anything by getting physical with the Korean."

"So should we call the MPs about this," Margaret suggested. "It might be wise for us to inform them about this."

"I share that sentiment, Major Houlihan. However, the Korean is likely missing," Colonel Potter explained. "So we can't get the MPs here until we find him still in our compound."

"I have to wonder where he could be?" Father Mulcahy wondered.

"He's probably in the woods feeding off of rabbits and berries," Hawkeye took a guess.

"Must've learned how he's been exposed," BJ shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, that reminds me. I need to discuss this with you two," Colonel Potter gave the two captains a disappointed look. "When are you two captains going to learn? The U.S. Army doesn't work things out the way you two do things! This is the U.S. Military, boys! Not some shelter for a couple of runaway Koreans!"

"Hey Colonel, we were just doing something nice for him," BJ defended. "We didn't think any harm would come out of it. How were we to know that he was a thief?"

"That's not the point Hunnicutt," Potter argued. "As we speak, this wanted fugitive is on the loose, somewhere in South Korea, planning on finding his next M*A*S*H unit to raid from!"

"Okay. So we were fooled by this guy," Hawkeye yelled. "But he seemed so polite with how he talked to us! And when we gave him some Korean money as thanks."

Now it was Andrew's turn to speak his part on the subject. "Listen, guys, I know that there's an old saying called 'don't judge a book by its cover'. But sometimes, the opposite message is true. People like Yo-Wung act nice on the outside. But really, they are just a wolf in sheep's clothing."

"I agree with Andrew," Margaret spoke up, keeping Andrew close. "Several Koreans came to this compound before. But most of them were friendly and innocent. Not to mention some of them were just kids who lost their homes as a result of this crummy war. That being said, not every Korean should be trusted 100%. If we don't know enough about them, then we have every right to be wary of them. And Andrew was right with being suspicious of this guy."

"So you see Captains Pierce and Hunnicutt, you can't try hiding something that might strike when you least expect it," Colonel Potter said. "This type of stuff should be reported to the C.O. pronto! We shouldn't keep this stuff a secret!"

"Indeed. I think we've learned a lesson from this. Isn't that right Pierce and Hunnicutt?" Charles queried.

"Oh yeah, sure," BJ was quick to answer.

"Yeah, we should have known better than to turn our backs on him," Hawkeye huffed.

"But where could he be?" Father Mulcahy asked. "We don't know if he's still here, or if he's 100 miles away."

"He probably boarded onto the next plane heading for a different country in Asia," Hawkeye took a guess. "Maybe to China to ally himself with the communists."

"Now hold on, guys, let's not forget that the thief left the stolen goods behind. And he wouldn't bother leaving here without them," Andrew brought up. "So it's likely that he's still here."

"Well, if he's still here, then we'll be forced to take action when the time is right," Sherman sighed. "In the meantime, I suggest we all stay on our toes, and prepare for the worse."

"I suppose so," Andrew moaned. "I hope that we can resolve this situation soon."

"Same here," Margaret went and gave Andrew a big kiss to his mouth to help soothe and calm his nerves. "I love you, darling."

"I love you too dear," Andrew gave her that dreamy smile.

And so the group decided to wait to take action until they find and sedate this Korean fugitive. This whole thing has been a disastrous nightmare. And they wanted it to come to an end...


MEANWHILE, IN THE SHOWER TENT:

It turns out that Klinger was taking a shower, as he was scrubbing soapy suds all over his body and his hair to clean himself up. The shower water was running as Klinger was heard singing while scrubbing away.

"You ought to be in pictures! You're beautiful to see!" Klinger sang away. "You ought to be in pictures! Oh, what a hit you will be!"

By the time he was done singing, he had finished with the shower and turned off the water. Grabbing a towel, he used it to dried off his face and then his body, all while keeping his eyes closed.

While he was doing that, the Korean Yo-Wung snuck into the shower tent, intending on making a sneaky move towards the Lebanese-American. He didn't make a sound from his mouth while Klinger dried himself off. The Korean saw Klinger grab his pink bathrobe and put it on to cover his body.

By then, he had decided to open his eyes. Once he did, he caught sight of Yo-Wung and he yelped, getting the Korean to jump too.

"Whoa! Uh hey," Klinger said nervously. "Uhhh, is there something that I can help you with?"

"Yes. Have you seen the big footlocker? It belongs to one Captain Hawkeye Pierce," the Korean asked cautiously.

"Sure I-hey wait a minute," Klinger started to grow weary. "You wouldn't happen to be this Korean called Yo-Wung, are you?"

"That's right," Yo-Wung nodded.

"Well pal, I'll have you know that the footlocker is in the colonel's office," Klinger answered. "But don't try to go swipe it if you know what's good for you. The colonel and six of my peers know about how you swiped our stuff. If they find you, they'll sedate you and turn you in."

As Klinger kept yapping away and headed for the door, Yo-Wung had realized that his plan has been compromised. Perhaps he should have put the stolen goods in another locker; one that didn't belong to someone who'd grow suspicious. That didn't mean he was willing to go down. Not without a fight that is. And since this Corporal knows about the plan, he wasn't going to let him go. And he knew just how to take care of this too.

"So as far as I'm concerned, you're a wanted Korean for stealing our stuff," Klinger was wrapping things up and walked out the door. "So why don't you forget this whole thing, and go back to where you came from, huh? That'll be good enough for me."

"NOT SO FAST!" The Korean yelled, getting Klinger to stop in his tracks. "You're not going anywhere."

Yo-Wung then took out what appeared to be an army rifle and kept a good grip on it.

"Wait, what are you-" Klinger turned around and jumped with his hands up as the Korean pointed the gun at him. "HOLY TOLEDO! Where did you get that rifle!?"

Yo-Wung didn't say anything as he grabbed Klinger, wrestled with him, and got a good grip on his neck while still holding that gun.

"HELP! HELP, SOMEONE! GUYS! HELP ME!"

The others were not far from the shower tent when they heard Klinger's pleas for help.

"Did you folks hear that," Colonel Potter queried.

"That sounded like Klinger," Andrew figured out.

"And by the sound of it, he seems to be coming from the shower tent," Charles deduced.

"Let's go," Colonel Potter ordered as the seven of them went for the shower tent.


"Hey, mister! Let me go!" Klinger begged, trying to break free, to no avail. "Lemme go, please! I'll go away freely! I won't utter this to anyone! Just please have mercy and don't shoot me! I want to live! I'm a Section 8 caper! Let go of me!"

"Not a chance. You know too much," Yo-Wung shook his head. "Now I'm gonna have to punish you. I'm going to take you, hostage."

"Look, pal, if you want to take me away from here, send me to Toledo," Klinger suggested. "I have a family there. No one will ever know about you there! Please send me to Toledo Ohio!"

"No can do. As soon as I sell the merchandise to the black market, you're going with me to China," the Korean hissed. "You'll be kept as a prisoner there."

"Prisoner? Oh no. Please no, mister! I don't want to be a prisoner of war," Klinger cried in fear. "I can't stand the sight of doing labor, sitting behind bars, and tormented for the rest of my days! Please don't send me there! Please!"

"Not gonna happen American. You know way too much, now you will suffer," Yo-Wung growled as he kept Klinger in an iron grip.

By then, the others showed up to the scene and were wondering what was going on.

"What in Sam Hill is going on here?" Colonel Potter demanded.

"Don't come any closer guys!" Klinger begged them to stay back. "This is Yo-Wung; that thief! And he's got a gun! He'll shoot you all if you try to stop him!"

"You better listen to your American comrade," the Korean warned them. "One more move and the strange American gets it, and you'll be going down with him!"

The moment the Korean pointed the gun at them resulted in them putting their hands up. In Margaret's case, she found herself clinging to Andrew for protection. None of them could believe this. They figured out that he was a wanted fugitive by the MPs for several thefts at many different M*A*S*H units and selling stuff to the black market. But they didn't think that he'd become a crazed lunatic killer too.

"Now look here son," Colonel Potter tried to reason with him. "There's no need to do this. Put that gun down and let go of Klinger, and then we can talk about this like adults."

"I'm not going to believe your lies," the Korean howled. "You're not going to have me let my guard down!"

"Why Yo-Wung? Why go through all this trouble just for some dirty money," Hawkeye asked him.

"Don't you see what you're doing? You're putting yourself in a bad position by selling personal stuff to the black market." BJ cried out.

"Who cares about that? I've been doing this for years," Yo-Wung sneered. "I've never stopped before. So what's stopping me now?!"

"Obviously your self-absorbed motive and your methods of making dirty cash by bootlicking is something that's not stopping you," Charles retorted, albeit fearfully. "In any case, I am appalled that you are so deceptive!"

"And that's how I get around," Yo-Wung gloated with a horrid smirk. "Then when people have their backs turned, I steal away."

"Please, reconsider your heinous actions young one," Father Mulcahy yelled. "Don't you know that what your doing is considered a sacrilege and a sin, as mentioned in the Ten Commandments, demonstrated in the Bible?! You're not only dethroning others of their belongs! You are also dethroning yourself for allowing yourself to fall into such an unholy position! What your doing is taking the path to self-destruction! The Lord would be furious if you keep this up! So please put a stop to this and turn yourself in!"

"I don't need any advice from the Chaplin," the Korean bellowed, frowning again. "I've been doing this since my parents were killed in a missile attack! My house was destroyed, and I was helpless! I turned to sell things to the black market, and I found a way to get around! Stealing people's belongs is the only living I have. And it's all that I ever have! So don't tell me to turn myself over!"

Now it was Andrew's turn to say something, as he kept that calm and stoic expression in the face of danger such as this one. "Listen Yo-Hung, I understand how it hurts to see how you must feel about all of this! But Father Mulcahy has a point! What you've been doing is not the answer to your problems! You should have gotten help from someone! Anyone would be willing to help you out! Hell, if you were to have asked us, we could have come up with a proper solution! That doesn't change what you did, since you have done several bad things! You need to turn yourself in, give yourself up to the MPs, and get some official help!"

"That's never going to happen," the Korean howled. "I'm not going to become a prisoner to the military, not after how incompetent, stubborn, and pig-headed they are with helping me! I handled things the underhanded and conniving way! So your advice means nothing to me!"

"Andrew has a point," Margaret cried out from embracing her boyfriend. "Being a kleptomaniac isn't going to solve your problem! It will only escalate it! So if you were to just give yourself up, then your issue can be resolved!"

"Bah, I don't need help from anyone," Yo-Hung scowled. "Especially from that of a lady!"

This got Margaret to gasp in hurt, as she was being reasonable with this. Andrew though did not take kindly to that, especially when they were just trying to steer him right. Furrowing his eyebrows, he lashed out at him.

"You better shut your mouth and not talk about my girlfriend like that," Andrew snarled, scowling at him. "We are giving you the proper actions to your problems, and how do you respond? By acting ungrateful and continuing your life of military crime just for your own benefits! What you are doing is despicable, and it needs to stop!"

"Never! I'll never stop!" Yo-Hung had enough of this. "You better not try anything Americans, or else this Corporal's head with be shot off! So don't you try to stop me!"

"Please don't mind me, folks," Klinger whimpered loudly. "Save yourselves! Just don't get caught in the crossfire!"

With that, the Korean fugitive dragged Klinger back into the shower tent to hide until the others were gone. By the time he went back inside with the Corporal, they put their arms down. Andrew saw that Margaret was still clinging to him, so he reacted by wrapping his arms around her in a protective hug.

"Well, so much for reasoning with the chap," Colonel Potter sighed. "It looks like we'll have to take drastic actions."

"But what can we do," Andrew asked, hugging his girlfriend. "He has Klinger hostage, and he'll shoot him and then us if we dare to stand in his way!"

"And this is why I don't want to be seen with a gun," Hawkeye murmured.

"Well first off, we need to work with a plan," Colonel Potter turned around to face Father Mulcahy. "Padre, go to the supply tent and get some tranquilizing serum. We're gonna need it to sedate this Korean so he won't fight back by shooting us. Understand?"

"Absolutely Colonel," Father Mulcahy said in agreement. "I'll do it right away."

And with that, Father Mulcahy dashed towards the supply tent to find some tranquilizing serum to use on the mad Korean who flipped his lid.

"In the meantime, someone is going to have to sneak in from the back of the shower tent and put that Korean into an iron grip to keep him from moving," Andrew stated. "And of course, since I'm a skilled master at being stealthy and quiet without being caught, I'll be willing to sneak up from behind him."

"I think maybe I should distract him while you sneak up from behind darling," Margaret separated from Andrew. "I can try to reason with him. My mom is a kleptomaniac. Maybe I can get through to him."

"Yeah. Because if he doesn't, you might find yourself biting the dust," Hawkeye retorted.

"Pierce! Don't say that," Andrew was disgusted with that comment. "That's not going to happen! Because I'm going to sneak up as quickly as possible! I wouldn't let him hurt or kill Margaret. I would tear him up with my bare hands before he tries to do that."

"He's her knight in shining armor after all," BJ commented.

"Anyway, once I grab a hold of him, and keep him in a grip, Margaret, I'll need you to grab his gun and throw it outside. I'll then tell Klinger to make a run for it out of the shower tent where he can retreat to safety," Andrew instructed. "Meanwhile, I'll need Captains Pierce and Hunnicutt to race in once I grab him by both arms in an iron grip to keep him from fighting back."

"Sure, since he's impossible to reason with as of now," Hawkeye obliged.

"I'll be willing to help out too," BJ agreed.

"And then when the Padre comes back, he can go into the shower tent," Colonel Potter took over the instructing. "And while Pierce and Hunnicutt have him held down, the Padre will inject the serum into his body, which will get him to relax, and then fall into unconsciousness."

"And then we can work from there," Andrew sighed.

"Uh, is there something that I can do?" Charles queried.

"Yeah. Why don't you sit this one out? We can handle this situation," Andrew told him.

"Ah, well, I couldn't have said it any better myself," Charles was willing to go with that.

"Alright, let's get this Lunatic Korean taken care of," Potter commanded.

"Right," everyone nodded as they got this plan into action.


Andrew was the one to make the first move by sneaking up from behind the shower tent to get the jump on the Korean. Once he was behind the tent, Margaret cautiously walked up to the entrance of the shower tent, knowing exactly what was waiting inside.

Opening the door, she slowly stepped into the shower tent, where the Korean was in one of the shower spots while holding Klinger hostage. Holding her hands up, Margaret gradually approached him.

"Stay back! Don't come any closer," Yo-Hung warned her. "I'm warning you!"

"Don't do this to yourself Houlihan," Klinger told her. "He'll shoot us all if you make one mistake!"

"I know that Klinger! What do you think I'm doing?!" Margaret yelled as she saw Andrew crawl underneath the back part of the tent. "Listen, you don't have to resort to murder! You can be arrested for this!"

"You think I don't know that," the Korean hissed. "I'm not turning myself in!"

"Please listen! You don't have to keep being a kleptomaniac," Margaret tried to reason. "My mom is a kleptomaniac! I sent her some of my salary as remittance! I'm sure that I and the others could work something out! But please settle down!"

"As I said before, I'm not listening to the advice of a woman," the Korean spat. "Besides, I'm a man and I've been doing this for years!"

"Please don't shoot us! You had a whole life ahead of you," she pleads. "And you're ruining it by getting yourself into more trouble!"

"Says you! I'm not following the orders of a woman," Yo-Hung roared. "So why don't you do what woman should do and stay in the kitchen as Americans would say it!"

Now Margaret felt hurt by that. He wasn't even American, and he somehow found it in him to make a sexist comment. Andrew heard that, and he was growing furious. A growl was heard inside of his thoughts about this as he furrowed his eyebrows. This would make him get the jump on him much more worth it.

You're going to pay for that, you fiend. Andrew thought as he got closer to the Korean.

"Uhhhh, Yo-Hung," Klinger said carefully. "That comment you made was pretty rude and-"

"SHUT UP!" He boomed. "I've had it with all these interferences! If you don't get out now lady, I'll shoot both you and this Corporal!"

Margaret stood her ground, not letting this Korean put her down. At the same time, she prayed that Andrew better hurry up. She had no idea how much more she can do before she gets shot.

Thankfully, her prayer came through, for once Andrew was within leaping range of the Korean, he acted immediately.

"Gotcha." Andrew instantly grabbed a hold of the Korean and kept an iron grip on him.

This resulted in the Korean letting go of Klinger, who backed away a couple to catch his breath.

Yo-Hung tried squirming out of Andrew's grip, but he felt powerless. Andrew was pretty strong and big that he wasn't letting him get away from the area. The Korean still had the gun in his left and was planning on firing away while in this grip lock. Andrew noticed this and planned on acting.

"Don't fire that gun! I won't let you," Andrew warned him. "Let go of that gun."

"No! I will shoot everyone," Yo-Hung sneered.

"Let go of that gun or else," Major Peterson growled before taking forceful actions. "Ugh! Let go you son of a bitch!"

While the Korean was still struggling, Andrew went and allowed his left hand to curl up into a fist, and slammed the fist into Yo-Hung's left arm. He plowed his fist into the Korean's left arm 5 to 10 times in a row. It was strong enough for the Korean to lose his grip on the gun, causing it to drop onto the floor.

Yo-Hung noticed that he dropped it and went to go retrieve it while still in a grip lock. Andrew saw what he was doing, and made it his effort to put a stop to this.

"OH NO, YOUR NOT!" Andrew roared before pulling back his right boot-wearing foot, and slammed it right into the backside of his legs, making a slight cracking sound upon impact.

This worked like a charm, as Yo-Hung stopped moved and let out a howl of pain. Andrew was not going to loosen up because of this. He stood his ground and kept his grip lock on the Korean.

"Margaret! Grab the gun and toss it outside!" Andrew told his girlfriend before turning to Klinger. "Klinger, you just get out of here right now! It doesn't matter where you head to! JUST RUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

"You don't have to tell me twice, sir," with that, Klinger stormed out of the shower tent and made a beeline out of the area, and he went somewhere that was considered safe.

Margaret grabbed the rifle, kicked open the shower tent door, and tossed it outside by then. Colonel Potter saw the gun being dropped, so he walked over, grabbed the gun, and kept it in his right hand, not planning on giving it up to anyone.

Andrew was satisfied with this. Now it was time for the second part of this plan to get underway.

"PIERCE! HUNNICUTT!" Andrew called out for the two captains. "GET IN HERE AND HOLD THIS KOREAN DOWN!"

Without arguing, the two captains raced into the shower tent where they approached Yo-Wung. From there, Andrew released the Korean. The Korean was about to dash out of there...only to find himself in another grip lock by Hawkeye and BJ, who held him down by both arms.

Yo-Hung tried to squirm his way free, but it was no use. Hawkeye and BJ had him in a tight lock by both arms that he couldn't do anything but flail his leg around. That proved to be of little use since the two captains stood to the side, away from his legs. A lot of grunting, hissing and struggling was shown and heard between the Korean and the two captains.

While that was happening, Andrew wiped his forehead in relief as he approached his girlfriend.

"Margaret, are you okay?" He asked her, placing his right hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine, thanks to you Andrew," she told him with a smile.

"Aww, it was nothing dear," Andrew sounded flattered as he escorted the two of them to the door.

"I'm serious darling," Margaret insisted. "You were brave and strong the way you handled that Korean."

"Well ah...it was nothing special," Andrew said modestly as a blush started to form. "I was just doing what's right and keeping him from killing you and Klinger, along with the others."

"I know, and you should be proud," she beamed in a flirtatious manner. "From what I've seen in there, you were a big strong man."

"Awwwwwwww...Hot Lips," Andrew was so flattered by that compliment as a blush overcame the entirety of his cheeks.

"So, you managed to get that gun away from him, did you," Colonel Potter asked as Andrew and Margaret regrouped with them.

"Pretty much. Captains Pierce and Hunnicutt are currently holding him down with everything they got," Andrew told him.

"Now we just need to sedate him with some tranquilizing serum," Margaret reminded him.

"Yeah," Colonel Potter nodded. "We just need to wait for Father Mulcahy to return."

"Where is Father Mulcahy?" Andrew wondered.

"I'M COMING!" Father Mulcahy came running back to the scene." Sorry that I took so long. I had to look carefully to find the tranquilizing serum."

"That's fine Padre," Andrew updated him. "We got the gun away from him, and Klinger managed to vacate to safety."

"Pierce and Hunnicutt are currently holding him down," Margaret added.

"I see. So I guess I made perfect timing," Father Mulcahy remarked.

"Yeah. You better go into the shower tent and give him the serum while Pierce and Hunnicutt have him held down," the Colonel suggested.

"Right," the Padre nodded as he went to the door and entered the shower tent.

"There goes a brave Catholic," Charles uttered.

"He's not the only one who was brave today," Margaret gushed.

"Yeah," Andrew smiled calmly as they just stared at the door.

Yo-Hung was still struggling under the two captains' hard grip inside the shower tent when Father Mulcahy approached them.

"Father! You're just in time," Hawkeye grunted. "We can only hold onto him for a little longer."

"Do us a favor and inject that serum into him," BJ groaned.

"Alright. I'll try," Father Mulcahy tried to inject the serum into him. However, it proved to be difficult since the Korean kept squirming and flailing his body all about.

"Well, Father!? What are you waiting for?" Hawkeye was growing impatient. "GIVE HIM THE SERUM!?"

"I'm trying! But I can't do it with him squirming around like this!" Father Mulcahy yelled under some pressure.

"Well, he ain't gonna stop squirming around," BJ expressed annoyance. "How can we get him to stand still!?"

"Hmmm..." Hawkeye realized that there was only one way to get him to stop moving. "I'm afraid we only have one option. I'll have to use my boot to get him to stop."

"Doesn't look like we have a choice," BJ sighed. "Okay! Give him the boot!"

"I'm way ahead of you," from there, Hawkeye did the same thing Andrew did before. He pulled back his right boot-wearing foot and slammed it into the Korean's backside of his legs.

Once again, the Korean found himself at a standstill as he winced in agony. He remained still long enough for Father Mulcahy to take the serum, jab it into his chest, and injected the tranquilizing serum into his body. Once he pulled the needle out, Yo-Hung was starting to squirm again as Father Mulcahy backed away a few feet.

However, as time quickly passed, Yo-Hung felt himself squirming far less as his body was going limp, and he started zoning out. The serum was kicking in. Eventually, Yo-Hung stopped squirming altogether as he fell into an unconscious state. The serum worked as the captains loosened their grip on him.

"Hey guys," the Padre called out. "The Korean is now out cold!"

This got Colonel Potter, Andrew, Margaret, and Charles to go into the shower tent and approached the others. Seeing that this was all done, Andrew wiped his forehead in relief.

"Well, I'm glad that's over," Andrew sighed.

"Tell me about it," Hawkeye agreed. "I felt like he was trying to claw at us."

"It wasn't easy to keep him down," BJ moaned.

"What's important is that he's out like a log," Colonel Potter commented.

"Yeah," Father Mulcahy frowned. "But who knows how long he'll be in this tranquil state?"

"It should last for a couple of hours," Margaret commented. "By then, he shouldn't be a threat to anyone else."

"I wonder where he got that rifle anyway," Andrew wondered.

"That's not important right now," Colonel Potter said. "But here's what should be done. Andrew and Margaret, go into my office and get a hold of the MPs. Tell them that we have the fugitive that they've been looking for."

"We're on it, Colonel," Margaret obliged. "We'll make sure to tell them to come to the 4077."

"That way we'll be able to have him handed over to the military police," Andrew added.

"Right. And after that call, I'd like you two to make a second," Colonel Potter issued. "This guy requires some serious psychological help. We'd better get a hold of Sidney Freedman to check out this guy."

"Sidney Freedman?" Andrew looked curious by this. "Isn't he that psychiatrist that stopped here on several occasions?"

"Actually, we prefer to call him a 'shrink'," Hawkeye told him. "But yeah. He's the best there is in Korea. If anyone can help someone with their mental issues, Sidney can."

"I see," Andrew understood this. "Don't worry Colonel! We'll get on it! Come on Margaret."

"Right behind you darling," Margaret smiled.

The two of them left the shower tent and went to the office to make a couple of calls. Once they were gone, the others left the shower tent where they would then take care of the footlocker and return all of the belongings to their rightful owners...


LATER ON - AT THE M*A*S*H 4077:

"There we go. There we go. Almost there. And perfect," Hawkeye put the copper pipe back into the gin still where it was screwed back in as it once was. "Gentlemen, the gin still is up and running, and we are back in business."

"You can enjoy your still as much as you please Pierce," Charles was listening to one of his opera records. "It's great to have my opera records back."

"Yeah," BJ put his picture of Peg and Erin back where it should be. "I'm glad that I have my picture frame back."

Meanwhile, Andrew was outside using his Polaroid 1948 Instant Camera. The MPs had come and picked up that Korean fugitive, and he was going to be spending some time in the mental asylum where he would be Sidney Freedman's psychological patient. Major Peterson was glad that this horror show was brought to a close.

"Ah, it's great to have my camera back," Andrew snapped another photo. "I'm happy that things are back to normal."

"YEEHAW!" Andrew overheard Colonel Potter taking a ride on Sophie with her saddle where it should be. Andrew was quite impressed by this as he pocketed his camera.

"Hey Colonel," he got his attention. "Having a good time riding on Sophie, huh?"

"You're darn right I am Major," the Colonel seemed ecstatic. "And with this saddle being where it should be, I couldn't be happier."

"I'm glad to hear that Colonel," Andrew smiled.

"Same here," with that, Colonel Potter continued to ride on Sophie through most of the compound.

Andrew then saw Father Mulcahy outside of his tent, making sure that cross stayed right in front. By the look on the Chaplin's face, he was glad that he had his cross back.

"Hey Father," he greeted him. "You're happy to have your cross again, huh?"

"Oh. Yes Major," Father Mulcahy answered. "It does my soul great pleasure to see it returned to my possession. I think the Lord is pleased with it too."

"Yeah. I'm sure it does too," Andrew gave him his farewell before walking away.

As he walked away, he heard Klinger calling out to him from behind. "HEY MAJOR!?"

Andrew turned around and saw Klinger wearing that bonnet that he said was stolen.

"Hey, Klinger. You're happy to have your bonnet back?" Andrew smiled bemusingly.

"You can bet your carcass on that Major," Klinger said. "But that's not the only thing I'm happy about."

"Oh? What else is there?" Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"Andrew," Klinger got to the point. "I can't tell you enough how thankful I am that you saved my life."

"Well, think nothing of it, Klinger," Andrew seemed flattered. "I was just doing the right thing by making sure you weren't killed."

"No really Peterson," Klinger said. "I don't think I would have gotten out of there alive if it weren't for you."

"Now Klinger, it was nothing special," Andrew said modestly. "I've been in situations like this before in the army, so I knew what to do. I was just applying those methods into this situation, and that's how I saved you."

"I must insist Andrew," Klinger called him by his first name. "If there's anything you want me to do for you, just name it."

"Klinger, you don't have to do anything for me to show how grateful you are," Andrew insisted. "You being alive is all that I can ask for from you."

"Well...okay," Klinger went with that. "I appreciate what you did for me. Thank you."

"You're welcome Klinger," Andrew beamed a smile in return.

"Well, I've gotta go back to my office to fill out those forms," Klinger told him. "I'll see you later Major."

"Yeah, see ya, Klinger," Andrew told him.

With that, Klinger walked off to his office to take care of the forms. Andrew then turned around and started walking again. Everyone seemed to be getting back into their usual activities as they did before.

"Hey, Andrew!"

Andrew turned around and saw Margaret. Because she had her hair curlers back, her hair was cleaner and back to how it normally is. But by the look on her face, there was more on her mind than just having her hair curlers back.

"Oh hey Margaret," Andrew greeted her. "So I guess you're happy to have your hair curlers back, huh?"

"Well, you can say that," there was something else on her mind. "But there's something else that I want to share with you."

"And would that be dear," Andrew looked curious.

"I'm still impressed with how you handle that Korean when he was holding Klinger hostage," she admitted. "You were brave and strong with how you handled the situation."

"Well, like I've told Klinger, it was nothing. I was doing the right thing by making sure the Yo-Hung wouldn't kill Klinger. And I also had to make sure he didn't kill you either." Andrew said bashfully.

"I know," she smiled warmly. "You showed me how much of a real man you were by holding him down and also getting him to release that gun."

"Well, you know, I got those methods from the training that I did when I was in the army," Andrew was being modest again. "I guess it really paid off and that I'm pretty tough when I have to be."

"Like Hell you have," she smirked seductively. "What I've seen from you today has shown me that you're a big strong man."

"Oh, Margaret I'm really flattered," his cheeks started turning a light pink.

"No need to be modest with me on that darling. Because it's true. That is," she got up and close to him again and rubbed his chest with her index finger. "You are my big strong man."

"Uhhh I uh...Yeah...I uh, guess I am. Your big strong man, that is," Andrew stuttered due to how she sees him like that.

"Yes." She then decided to say. "And I say that this big strong man shouldn't be left unrewarded."

"I know what you mean Hot Lips," Andrew gave her a coy smirk, increasing the temptation to a high level.

With that, the two of them started kissing mouth to mouth again. It's as if they were drawn to sharing these kisses with how many times they've done it.

"Yeah. I'll never get sick by that," Andrew smiled dreamily. "I love you doll face."

"I love you too, stud," she grinned before grabbing his right arm. "So, would you like to spend some time with me in my tent?"

"Oh yes. I would love that." Andrew nodded.

"After you darling." Margaret beamed.

"I'm way ahead of you dear," Andrew beamed in return.

The two of them went into Margaret's tent with smiles on their faces as they were also holding hands. Things were pleasant again as all the stolen belongings were delivered back to their rightful owners.

One thing for sure, they couldn't have it any other way...


END OF CHAPTER 26...

Yeah, this chapter has the most intense action featured yet. Still, I hope you all enjoy it!

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