It was the middle of the night, about midnight to be exact. No one was awake. Even Klinger fell asleep on guard duty in this rare, comfortable weather.
Radar was deeply asleep, he had been worked for forty-eight hours cataloging the medicine, which really only took about half of the time but there was a delivery of hot water (1000 gallons!) And everyone kept taking showers (except for himself of course, he only showered once), especially the Nurses! So let's just say he went to bed with sweet dreams.
Now that it was night, things started to come alive, especially Radar's bear. He squirmed out of Radar's arms and put part of the blanket Radar was using in his arms, Radar never knew the difference. He
dropped down to the floor and snuck into Col. Potter's office. Since he WAS Radar's bear, he knew where everything was so he took the keys to the liquor cabinet and opened it and took out a bottle of scotch and drank heavily from it (heavy for him, he really only had the equivalent of a human sip). Slightly intoxicated, he closed the door to the cabinet and went back to Radar's office.
Now, he headed toward the door, Radar stirred a little and he froze. Nothing. He waited a few more moments and went outside.
He immediately went to the showers and plugged up all of the holes that Radar had drilled into the wall. He did this every night, but to no avail, Radar just unplugged them he next day, wondering who plugged them up in the first place.
Next, he went to the Swamp. He snuck in the door to find everyone asleep and got to work. First off, he managed to gather all of Hawkeye's nudist magazines and pushed them out the door and hid them in the bush, planning to burn them later. Hawkeye was used to this routine and always brought them back and put them all over the Swamp, trying to out-wit the person hiding them.
For BJ, he gathered all of his socks up for darning. He managed to get the needles in his little hands, but he discovered that he couldn't move them all that well. So he left them gathered at the foot of BJ's bed. BJ found this odd and wondered who did it.
For Major Winchester, he organized the records, and capped all of the open bottles of cognac. Next, he took the needle of the phonograph so it wouldn't wear down. Charles always thanked the angle that did this for him and always wanted to catch this person in the act of doing it but never stayed awake long enough for that to happen.
The last stop for tonight was Margaret Houlihan's tent. He never went to Father Mulachy's or Klinger's tent because they were never usually messy. Now in the Major's tent, he; turned off the lamp, organized her clothes, and picked up an assortment of objects off the floor. Margaret always thought she did this in her sleep and thought nothing of it.
It was getting to be dawn now, wounded might come soon or someone might wake up early and catch him in the act. So he went back to Radar's office and snuggled back into his arms only a few minutes before Radar woke up to start the morning report.