It was that time of year again...
Halloween.
"Keh Keh Keh..."
"Brother, don't laugh like that, you're giving me the
creeps!" A 10-year-old Alphonse pleaded to his older brother.
"But Al-"
Just
then, their mother walked into the room.
"Alright boys," She said, looking at Edward.
"Whatever you're planning this year, you can forget about it, because poor Mrs. Jenkins is still recovering from last years...plans."
Ed smirked.
"So that means no eggs, no lazers, no knives, and no paintballs."
Ed shrugged.
"Ok."
His mother eyed him suspiciously, taking a step forward.
"No tazers, no flash-grenades, no ladders, no glue, no paint, no sheets, no rope."
"Wouldn't even think about it."
"No nets, no spraypaint, no ketchup, no mechanical devices whatsoever, no wire-cutters, no scissors, no ink, no pens, no wires, no lightbulbs, no cherry bombs, no rocks, no pudding."
"Who do you take me for?"
"No chickens, No Den, no straw, no fabric, no needles, no no glass, no guns, no rocks, no sand, no toothpaste, no speakers."
"Is that all?"
Trisha stared for a moment.
"No catapaults, no rubber bands, no soup."
"Al, you told her!!"
"No I didn't!" He shook his head drastically.
"Hah." His mother left the room.
"So, you're not doing anything this year, brother?" Al said hopefully.
"Wrong. She said nothing about tweezers, nail files, slingshots, laundrey baskets, belts, shaving cream or mustard." He cracked an evil smile.
"Oh..."
Well, Rizembool got their share of power outages, shaving cream and mustard bombs that night to last a year. Then he would be back...
-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o
Just a short I felt like doing, I was watching malcom in the middle, and I automatically thought, omg Edward. So I made a fic, I got two garbage bags full of candy tonight! Happy Halloween everyone!
