Colonel Potter was in his office at 5 am. He knew it could be a long day. While he had a wonderful 6 day pass in Tokyo with his wife, Frank Burns had been in command of the 4077th during that time. White painted rocks seemed to be all over. The Colonel knew he was going to have "mend fences" with the 4077th to get things back to normal – whatever that was.

Potter stared at the documents on his desk. At least Burns had processed the forms and correspondence so there wasn't too much to look at until Radar came in with the mail.

Hawkeye came into the office, eyes red and sleep ready. During the night, he'd stayed with a patient who had been injured by rocket fire. The Chief Surgeon didn't know if the soldier would make it, but he wanted to be there in case something else was needed. Good news was that there was no longer any fever and blood pressure was 135/88 – not ideal, but a step in the right direction.

"Good mirning Colonel," Hawkeye said, "I am so tired from staying up last night, I don't know if this is real or a dream."

Colonel Potter said it was no dream. He'd had the coffee at the mess tent, strong enough to keep people awake through a heavy thunderstorm or rocket fire.

Hawkeye asked Potter if he wanted to know what Frank Burns had done to the 4077th in the CO's absence. Potter suggested Hawkeye try to get some sleep, and was pretty sure he'd hear from others about what Burns had done. Hawkeye left the office and headed for the Swamp.

"Every time I go away," Potter ruminated, "I have to 'fix' whatever Frank Burns had done. I'm getting tired of it."

Just then, Klinger came into the office wearing a ball gown.

"Sir," Klinger began, "I wanted to show you what I'd wear for this year's Toledo Debutante Ball."

Potter just shook his head," Max, it's a fine outfit. It's not going to get you a Section 8."

"Colonel Potter," Klinger responded, "This dress alone may not show how crazy I am. I have quite a lot of preparation left before I go to the Ball."

"Max," Potter began, "I guess I'll have to wait for the rest of these shenanigans. It'll be a treat – we don't get much live entertainment here.

"Colonel," Max began, "Major Burns threatened to throw me into the stockade if I didn't wear a full uniform. I thought he might be bluffing, but a few minutes later two MPs were outside my tent. Caught me in an old pink bathrobe that I'd never wear outside."

"Did you go with them?" Potter asked.

"I was about to, after I put on a newer housecoat, when BJ stopped by and asked the MPs what they were doing. Once they told BJ, he ordered them to return to their post and not take Klinger into the stockade. One of the MPs said, "Major Burns gave us an order, Sir." BJ replied that he was taking control of things and he'd speak to Major Burns. BJ's a good guy."

"Well, Max, I appreciate you telling me. Sorry you had to go through that," Colonel Potter began,"Seeing what outfit you have on is one of the highlights of my day. If I saw you in a uniform, I'd don't know if I'd recognize you."

"I do my best, Sir," Klinger said as he turned and walked out of the office.

Right after Klinger left, Radar entered the office and said there were a half dozen people outside who wanted to complain about Frank Burns.

Potter told Radar to bring them into his office – all 6 of them. He was pretty sure he'd hear people complaining about the same thing. It would save time to get the information at once, even if it might be a little louder than usual.

"Frank Burns," muttered Colonel Potter, "I need to do something about him. Not sure what."

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