It had been three weeks since Max had begun to wear the dresses. He was a little more used to the heels now, but wasn't any closer to getting his discharge. He was used to guard duty too, now. He never loaded the gun, he still looked just as intimidating without bullets. Right now, he was prowling around the tents in the compound. Everyone had given up on calling him Max any more, he refused to answer to it, so everyone, including Radar who'd ordered another uniform and new heels for him, called Max, Klinger. Suddenly, there was a sound in front of the tent Max was at the back of. He ran around to the side and burst onto the road.

'Halt, friend or foe?' he asked, balancing on his shoes carefully. The short man turned around.

'I am General Barker!' the man barked.

'How do I know you're not one of them with a clever make up job?' Max asked.

'Corporal Klinger, right?' the man who claimed to be a General asked.

'Right,' Max said. This was good. If this guy though he was crazy, and knew his name, Max could get sent home.

'Still trying to get a psycho, eh Klinger?' the man asked. 'Well, it's going to take a lot more than this!' Max frowned. Henry must have passed along the word that he was faking crazy.

'Well, I'll just have to keep on trying, Mary!' Max said, before skipping awkwardly off. He was about twenty meters away when he stopped. He'd just skipped in high heels. He grinned to himself. It may not seem like much, but that was a victory to him. Max was now "Crazy Klinger".

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This is actually a scene from "Chief Surgeon Who?" from season one, written to wrap up this fic.

Oh, and a note to TakenHawkeye, yes, this is the fic I mentioned!