"Corporal Newkirk, why are you not standing attention for roll call?" Sergeant Schultz, the rotund prison guard who often turned a blind eye to the prisoners' antics, demanded.

"I'm tryin', Schultzie," Newkirk insisted, yawning again. The baby had kept the prisoners up all night, especially Newkirk, seeing as he was the only one who could soothe her. Now she was sleeping soundly in the tunnel underneath the barracks… or so they thought.

She chose that moment, however, to wake up and begin crying. Her little wails were loud enough to reach Schultz' ears, and his eyes widened. He stepped closer to the barracks. "Colonel Hogan, what is that sound?"

Hogan gave his most winning smile. "Oh, that's just Carter's new kitten, Schultz. He must be hungry."

Carter was about to ask since when did he have a kitten, but luckily caught on and went along with Hogan's story. "Yeah, it's hard to find a lot of food for kittens, poor little guy. I haven't been able to catch him any birds."

Birds? Thought Schultz, feeling a little sorry for the creatures. Something seemed fishy, though; that cry didn't sound quite like a kitten. "And what is really going on, Colonel Hogan."

"Well, if you really want to know-"

"Please, Colonel Hogan! I know nothing, nothing!" Schultz quickly walked off to report to Col. Klink that all prisoners were present and accounted for; not everything had to be brought to the kommandant's attention.

The moment he left, the prisoners rushed back into the barracks, and Newkirk opened the tunnel entrance beneath one of the bunk beds. Kinch followed, since he would once again be operating the radio they held there. As quickly as he could, Newkirk scooped the infant girl up in his arms and began rocking her gently back and forth.

"It's all right, love, Uncle Kinch is at the radio now and he's gonna find your family, don't you worry. Can you smile for me, love? 'At's a good girl, don't cry…" He grinned as he sat down at the table, waiting for LeBeau to get down to the tunnel with milk for her.

"Uncle Kinch?" Kinchloe turned to face his comrade, whose eyes were filled with one hundred percent love for the child in his embrace. Kinch remembered when Carter found a monkey and Newkirk got extremely attached to him, going so far as to dress him up and carry him around everywhere. Once again, Newkirk had someone to take care of, and it wouldn't be easy for him to let her go.

Newkirk had just opened his mouth to say something when Hogan, Carter, and LeBeau came down into the tunnel. "How's our little princesse?" LeBeau approached her with a bottle of milk, touching her little button nose. She gave a small giggle and began sucking at the bottle until she'd had her fill.

"Awh, would you look at that, now she's…" Newkirk was cut off when the baby decided she'd had a little too much and proceeded to be sick all over his jacket. "…Happy," he muttered, wincing. He took off his jacket and laid it aside. "Well, I guess we oughtta give her a bath now."

LeBeau seriously doubted that any of the others had ever bathed a baby. "Why don't I bathe her?"

"I am perfectly capable of bathing a baby! Do you realize how many siblings I have?" Newkirk demanded.

"How many siblings you claim to have!" LeBeau retorted, and Newkirk was about to snap back at him when the radio Kinch was sitting at started picking up a signal.

"Hello, Papa Bear, come in, Papa Bear," said an English accent.

Hogan stepped up to the radio. "We hear you, loud and clear."

"Jolly good! Have you found Baby Bear?"

"Um… yes and no."

Hogan and Kinch updated London on the discovery of the baby, and how they hadn't found her parents or heard anything from them.

The voice on the other end of the radio sighed. "Yes, that's what I was afraid of. Anna's parents- her name's Anna- were already suspected by the Gestapo of working for the Underground. They planned to flee to England with your help, but they've gone missing and we can't contact them. At least now we know their daughter is safe."

Newkirk swallowed as LeBeau helped him bathe little Anna. "They must be in a Gestapo cell, Louis. Blimey, who knows what's 'appened to them now?"

As if she could understand the conversation and what was going on, Anna began to cry again. Newkirk sang softly to her as he dried her gently and wrapped her in a blanket. Poor little thing, they didn't even have proper clothes for her. "Don't you worry, love, we're going to get your parents back to you, safe and sound. You'll like England, it's a really nice place. The weather's nice, the food's good-"

"Newkirk." The Englishman turned at the sound of LeBeau's voice. "'The weather's nice, the food's good'? Don't lie to a child, Pierre."

Newkirk suppressed a laugh and pretended to take offense. "Why, you…" He dipped a hand into the basin where they had bathed Anna and playfully splashed LeBeau with some water. "Hold on, love, I've gotta settle this," he told the child, handing her to Hogan. And thus commenced the splash war of the century until Hogan intervened to remind his men that they had a mission.