Gingerbread
B.A. was aggravated.
Murdock had locked himself in the kitchen, not allowing anybody in for the past several hours. Now it was dinnertime, and B.A. was getting hungry.
He banged on the door yet again.
"Calm down, big guy! I'm almost done… I just gotta get the-"
"You better be done soon, fool!"
"Be paitient! As I was saying, I've just gotta get the last peppermint on… right… there!"
Peppermint?
Murdock opened the door, grinning – and had to quickly duck out of B.A.'s way as he stormed into the kitchen, then stopped in his tracks, staring at the table.
Murdock had made a perfect gingerbread house.
Upside-down.
"It took a while to get it to stay like that, but doesn't it look neat?"
"What you doin' making a gingerbread house upside-down? Don't make no sense."
"It makes perfect sense! The kitchen is on this side, and just down the hallway is the indoor pool-"
"Indoor pool?!"
It was around then that Hannibal entered the kitchen. Hearing B.A.'s futile attempts to tell Murdock there could be no indoor pool, while Murdock continued to insist that not only did it have an indoor pool but it came with a state-of-the-art heating & cooling system and was situated on 6 acres of prime real estate, he decided to intervene. "What a nice house, Murdock!"
"Thanks!"
"Fool's trying to say there's an indoor pool. And besides that, it's June! What's he doin' making any kind of gingerbread house in June?"
"Oh, come on, B.A. We could use a little holiday cheer after that last mission."
"My thoughts exactly, Colonel."