Klinger was shuffling through the last few papers of the day when none other than Captain Hunnicutt came strolling in.

"Hey, Captain."

"Howdy, Klinger," he said, walking up to the Corporal's desk, "you wouldn't happen to know where I could find some bird seed, would you?"

"Bird seed? Are you going on a diet?"

BJ let out a chuckle, "No, no. Hawkeye found a bird whose wing is all messed up. We need some food for her."

"Captain, this is a hospital, not an aviary. We've got bandages in storage; not bags of bird seed."

"Well, can't you find some? I mean, your specialty is basically finding random things and bartering with the brass."

Klinger shook his head with hesitation, "I don't know sir..."

"Klinger," BJ said with sincerity, "who was it that managed to get us that ham for New Years?"

"Me."

"And who was it that traded the surplus regulation briefs to get Nurse Kellye a birthday cake?"

"Me," Klinger said with pride.

BJ walked up closer to the company clerk and gave him a pat on the back. "Make us proud; get that bird seed."

Klinger nodded, "Will do, sir!"