As the grateful and satisfied 'Nurse Eddie' left camp for good, the men and women of the 4077th resumed their dining and dancing. Though, as the saying goes, they hadn't brought food or their dancing shoes, so they made whoopee like even they had rarely made it--and that was saying something.

That night, when all was done, some nurses did lay back and ponder what weak-kneed revenge the men might seek for the recent 'drought'. But none of them were worried. They knew all the tricks - and in fact they themselves had just pulled off a good one.

The next day, in the showers, it was Kellye who noticed no rustling by the tent flaps---usually, at least one of the guys tried to peep. Baker commented on how much more hot water there was than usual. The Doctors and Corpsmen were always so greedy about it.

In the Mess Tent, The Great Plan was revealed. Led of course by Hawkeye, the men were all grins as they walked in.

Trapper began.

"The nurses had a project."

Henry, now.

"Nurse Edwina, who hadn't--ya know."

Frank seemed becalmed by this temporary acceptance.

"Soooo--a strike was called, and things pre-tty much stopped for awhile."

Now, Hawkeye delivered the coup de grace.

"You had your project, and I have the scars to prove it. Now--meet OUR project."

Radar moved forward. The looks on the ladies' faces was worth the coming 'second drought' to Pierce.

"Now, you ladies talk--and decide who helps to---promote---Corporal O'Reilly, and we'll all be taking cold showers--a lot of them."

Able stood up.

"Hawkeye--who are you trying to kid? None of you will last--especially you. You all have Libidos the size of China!"

Trapper answered.

"Ah--but our egos are even larger! And they need more feeding right about now."

Hot Lips tried to stop Frank.

"Fraaank--tonight was going to be--special."

"Oh--it will be, honey---Klinger managed to re-spool some of Henry's home movies."

Margaret was stunned. A little acceptance, and Frank had grown a backbone. This was frightening.

Through struggles and barely-avoided temptation, the men fed their egos at the cost of their libidos--which probably enjoyed the rest, anyway. Almost to the second of when the men broke down and gave in, the ladies did the same.

Ominously, and with much of the same dread as in Edwina's case, straws were drawn to see who would accompany Radar on the great ride.

A blood-curdling scream was heard.

In an odd acceptance, Frank Burns recognized the scream and merely shrugged.

"Boy, ya know? For such a tough customer--Margaret can be a real wimp!"

What followed is best left to the imagination.