Run, Bugsy, Run!

Stationed on the edge of the Amazon Jungle, there wasn't much to keep Private Bugsy entertained. Ever since leaving home three months earlier, he had submitted himself to the quiet life of a lowly Army base maintenance specialist. Fixing sinks, clearing gutters, and, if he was lucky, cleaning off a tank were the only activities available to keep Bugsy's mind off of the swarming mosquitoes and sweltering heat.

Then, one day, Bugsy's opportunity to both keep himself entertained and maybe even shorten his time away from home presented itself in the form of a broken toilet.

"Bugsy!" Commander Jones had yelled, "Fix that damned toiled! I've gotta do my business and I've gotta do it now!"

Bugsy knew what he had to do. Tired of being pushed around, sick of the tropical misery, and fed up with his mind-shattering boredom, Bugsy McBoom-Boom decided to take action.

30 minutes later, Commander Jones emerged from the latrine covered in what looked like melted chocolate, but was undoubtedly something much more digested and much less delicious. With water flowing at his feet and fists held clenched, Commander Jones searched for his new mortal enemy. He was unaware, however, that Private Bugsy was already jogging away from the base and into the jungle, quietly chuckling to himself along the way.